Their Little Beauty (MxMxM+GF)

Chapter Forty-Nine: Soaked Attire and Unleashed Desire

"Can I ask why you tied him up, Master?" the fox questioned, looking at the restrained wrists. Now that they looked closer, it was obvious who had tied the rope; no one tied knots as beautifully as his master. It brought him pride at the Club, knowing every submissive and switch- friend or not- were jealous they would never belong to such a skilled artisan of bondage.

Devon got up from the interior camping chair he had been sat on, grabbing Quinn's hand as he passed so both of them came to a stop above their submissives. Gripping Jesse's chin and forcing his neck to curve up almost uncomfortably, he leaned to whisper in their ear:

"All those fantasies you've told me about, the ones I tortured out of you... doesn't this seem like the perfect time to act on them? He's finally underneath you- hot, hard and restrained. At your mercy. And I'm giving you permission to fuck him".

A strangled sound escaped the pink haired fox as their breath became lodged in his tightened chest, so many emotions rushing through their now trembling body that he wasn't quite sure how to relax.

"C-can I?" he choked out, feeling his cock plump and stomach tighten. Oh, Jesse wanted it; to know how it felt to be inside the large man, to hear and see their Beauty moan and writhe from the pleasure of all they did to him. To be the one in control, yet still at the command of his Master and Sir...

"Go on, Pinkie. We'll be watching" Quinn smirked- a movement of the lips that darkened his aura, contradicting his usual bright tenderness. It seemed that the two dominants were looking forward to this as much as Jesse was.

As the two moved away, the little fox looked down into chocolate eyes that held a welcoming warmth and echoed his own desire. No words were needed for them to understand that Briar knew the rough idea of what had been spoken about, and his answer was a widening of his legs so Jesse's hips pressed against him.

Thrilled at the consent to do as they wished, Jesse immediately sought out that gorgeous mouth of pretty pink lips and a thick, pleasantly soft muscle to play with. They were rough, practically fucking Briar's throat with his smaller tongue, needing to grip that sharp jaw to keep it still. Beauty just lay there, mouth open and allowing his breath to be stolen and swept away in a kiss so passionately desperate it was absolutely vulgar.

"Fuck" Jesse panted as he finally managed to tear away, delighted by the shuddering man below him blinking rapidly with hazy eyes. Their lips descended again, licking the few escaped tears off of smooth cheeks and sucking harshly on the skin of a silky neck with animalistic hunger. They craved Briar in a way that felt familiar but distinctly different, as now they were the one doing the devouring.

Unbuttoning the blue nightshirt, it was as though being the one on top allowed access to a whole new perspective. Rather than seeing Briar, the one who fucked him, he was seeing a different Briar; the one whose body craved to be fucked.

With a gasp, they windered how could a chest look so decisively masculine with thick muscle yet so plump it was almost breast-like in appearance? Jesse could barely remember his aversion to the female physique, entranced by those juicy pecks as they grabbed a handful of one, aroused beyond recognition as it bunched up, unable to fit in his palm completely. They descended, licking a strip of saliva from peck to a swelled brown nipple, flicking over the tip before enveloping the entire thing into his mouth. With each harsh suck, pinch of lips and nibble of teeth to each delicious treat, Briar flinched with sensitivity, moaning without reserve.

"J-Jesse, please! Fuck, please" the frantic submissive begged, rutting his clothed cock against his tormentor's stomach in search of any attention.

Giving one of those gorgeously juicy breasts one final, painful nip that pulled a surprised gasp from the large submissive, Jesse's lips trailed down the hard expanse of muscles and smooth skin, sporadically biting a little rougher than they'd intended in their lust-clouded mind. The teeth indentations immediately left deep red, almost purple markings that ached, yet Briar did little else but groan past the pain and subconsciously seek more by pushing his abdomen into the air.