Dangerous black ties

🔥🌶️Just let go🌶️🔥

"Do you think you might be able to wait until my ribs heal before you ever try to spank me again or in a different position?" I ask hesitantly

There was a brief moment of silence.
"Yes." They replied in unison, as though there was no hesitation in providing me comfort.

Before they continue again

"Wait, wait. I have work." I am struggling to have the words come out of my mouth.

I feel a chuckle against my neck from Dexter. None of the movements stop.

Strangely, I didn't mind. I would probably judge myself for liking this, but deep down I didn't. I've suffered intense abuse since I was 16. I was feeling good for once and I don't know how long. Maybe there was something in my brain that needed them to be like they were.

I've grown accustomed to dominating men in my life. I needed it. I had a contact; I could stop everything right here right now.

I felt safe with them around. My dad could not hurt me anymore. That was a relief.
I strangely liked the rules; I knew exactly what to expect. There was no supposed expectation like I felt when I was living with my dad.

I knew of the rules and expectations. And things that could happen if I were to break rules or expectations.

It was a breath of fresh air.

I felt safe.

I would tell my dad to stop all the time, but he wouldn't.

I could be here. I could tell them to stop. I felt like I had power.

My thought was racing like a wildfire, rapidly growing by the second.

"Not today. You had a late day last night. We all agreed you needed the rest. Besides, you are a salaried employee, so it's not like you need to be there. Plus, Topolino, you forget your boss is your boss in both senses at work and here. So why don't you be a good girl and let us worry about it?" Dexter replied.

Dexter's words had a mixture of command and reassurance, making my midrace erratically. As I tried to process everything. The warmth of his hand against my skin, Jeremy's gentle but insistent touch—it was all overwhelming, but in a way that felt strangely comforting.

I knew I should be getting up, getting dressed, and preparing for work.
However, I knew that wasn't going to happen, as was made clear.

Their authority was unyielding, yet there was a softness to it that made it impossible to argue. I was torn between the routine of my daily life and the desire to let go, to give in to the comfort and safety they made me feel.

"Wait, where are Edison and Alex?" I ask once again, making Dexter chuckle.

He has a smirk on his lips as he looks at me.
"Oh, now you are hurting my feelings. Just because you are off doesn't mean all of us can be." he chuckled "We drew names, so here we are. I can call them if you want, but you'd be in for a pretty tiring morning." He stops for a minute as he walks, suddenly thrusting his fingers into me as the last sentence.

Jeremy has not stopped creating an overwhelming sensation in me.

"What will it be, Princessa?" Jeremy asked. Rubbing my other breast with his hand.


Dexter was looking at me. "Any more questions, Tesoro?" He asked me softly, his eyes softer now, making sure I didn't have any worries or anything I needed to speak about while still making sure I felt comfortable.

Both of their movements stopped for a moment, giving me a choice. I could see the look in their eyes that they should want; they wanted their eyes full of lust. The decision was mine, but I knew deep down that I wanted this too. Not just the physical attraction, but the feeling of being cared for, of being important to someone.

I needed it.

Jeremy's lips trailed soft kisses along my neck. His hand on my breast was firm yet gentle, his touch both possessive and tender. I could feel his breath, warm and steady, against my skin as he moved closer, his body solid beside me.

Dexter's fingers slid under the waistband of my underwear very slowly. I knew what was coming, and I didn't want to stop it. Not today. Not after everything that had happened.

I simply nod, my eyes fluttering slightly as I look at him, my body overrun with desire.

"My Good girl," Dexter murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. He tugged at my underwear, sliding it down my legs with a teasing slowness that made me tremble with anticipation.

Jeremy's mouth found my breast again, his tongue flicking over my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through me. As Dexter's fingers continued their exploration,

Dexter's possessive touch, Jeremy's soft lips, the heat pooling low in my belly. I felt their care in every movement, every whispered word. They were guiding me, controlling me. It felt like I was finally being seen, being valued in a way I hadn't been before.

Dexter's fingers dipped lower. His touch was firm yet gentle, teasing me with slow, deliberate strokes that made it impossible to think of anything else.

Jeremy's hand on my breast mirrored the rhythm as he softly tugged and fondled my nipple on the other side of his mouth, leaving a trail of wet, heated kisses along my skin on the other.

As he gives both of my breasts attention.

"Tell me how it feels, Tesoro," Dexter whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

"Good," I managed to breathe out. "So good."

His fingers pressed deeper, curling up slightly, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through me. Jeremy's hand slid down, tracing the curve of my waist before joining Dexter's, their hands working together in a way that made my head spin.

I felt the bed dip slightly, and suddenly Dexter's hands slid under my legs, sliding his tongue in and out of my opening.

It was too much and not enough all at once, the intensity of their combined touch pushing me closer to the brink.

As though they could tell I was close.
"That's it," Jeremy murmured against my skin, his voice soothing and warm. "Just let go; we've got you."

I was safe here, with them. I could let go of everything else, just for a little while.

Jeremy's fingers and Dexter's tongue moved with purpose now, his touch firm and insistent as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. Jeremy's mouth was on mine, his kiss deep and consuming, his hand steady on my breast. I could feel the tension coiling inside me, ready to snap at any moment.

I whimpered into Jeremy's mouth, my body trembling with the effort to hold on. But I didn't want to hold on anymore. I wanted to let go, to lose myself in the sensation, in the way they made me feel.

Jeremy pulled away as though he wanted everyone to know the effect they had on my body.

Jeremy's voice was a soothing rumble in my ear. "Let go, baby. We're right here. Be a good girl for us and cum on Dexter's tongue; he will love it."

His words sent me over the edge. The tension I held on to tightly had finally snapped.

Dexter's and Jeremy's touches never stopped as they guided me through the waves of pleasure that crashed over me, while Jeremy's kiss softened, his lips moving gently against mine as I came down from the high.

Their touch carried a warmth and reassurance that I hadn't felt in a long time. I felt Dexter's hand on my thigh while Jeremy pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. Their touches were still possessive, still authoritative.

"That's our good girl," Dexter murmured.

His words filled me with a quiet pride that made my heart ache.

Jeremy's fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, his gaze soft and filled with affection. "You did so well, Princessa, but now it's my turn," he murmured.

My heart skipped a beat at his words. I barely had time to catch my breath before Jeremy was moving, his body moving to press me back against the pillows.

Dexter moved back slightly, giving Jeremy space. His hand rested on my hip, fingers tracing small soothing circles on my skin.

Jeremy leaned in, his lips meeting mine for a demanding kiss. His hands slid up my sides, brushing over my breasts before trailing lower.

Jeremy broke the kiss, his breath warm against my lips as he pulled back slightly to look at me.
His eyes were dark with desire, but there was a softness there too.
"Just relax, Princessa," he whispered. "Let us take care of you now."

I nodded, unable to find the words to respond. Jeremy's hands continued his slow movements. He kissed a trail down my neck, each press of his lips a reminder of the control he held and of the pleasure he was about to bring me.

His fingers slid lower, tracing the curve of my hips before tugging gently at the hem of my shirt. He paused, his eyes looking at mine, seeking permission. I nodded again, and in a delicate motion, he lifted the fabric over my head, leaving me bare before them.

Jeremy's gaze roamed over me; his eyes seemed to darken with desire as he took in every inch of my exposed skin.

Dexter's hand slid up my side, his touch firm and possessive as he watched Jeremy's every move, a silent watcher.

Dexter repeated the same process Jermery had been doing to my other breast, giving it the same amount of attention.

Jeremy leaned down, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my collarbone, then another just below it, trailing lower with each kiss down my valley. His hands followed the path of his mouth, his touch light and teasing as he explored my body slowly.

My breath hitched as his lips finally reached the skin just above my navel, his hands gently spreading my thighs to make room for him. Anticipation was growing as I waited for the moment when he would finally give me what I craved.

Jeremy's eyes flicked up to meet mine one last time, a smirk playing on his lips as soon as he saw the want written all over my face. "You're so beautiful like this, Meredith," he whispered, his voice a low,
"I could spend all day just watching you, making you feel good."

And then he was moving lower, his lips pressing soft, teasing kisses along the inside of my thigh. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he continued his slow movements, my anticipation building.

I gasped as his mouth finally found the spot I needed him most, his tongue tracing slowly. Dexter's hand also meets where Jermery's had been on my bud.

Jeremy's touch was unhurried, his movements calculated and precise as he worked me higher and higher, each stroke of his tongue sending jolts of pleasure through me. I could feel the tension coiling tight inside me again, and yet he continued to tease, drawing it out, making me beg for it.

"Please," I finally whispered.

His eyes flicked up to meet mine, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. A small chuckle leaves his lips. "Say it again, Princessa," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot and teasing.

"Please," I repeated,

"Again, beg for it," Dexter demanded me against my ear.

My voice is trembling with the need for release. "Please."

And with that, he finally gave in, his mouth and Dexter's hands working in perfect harmony to push me over the edge. The pleasure crashed over me like a wave, drowning me in its intensity.

When I finally came back down, I was shaking. Jeremy pressed a soft kiss to my inner thigh before pulling back, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness.

Dexter's hand slid up my side, pulling me into his warm embrace as Jeremy moved to lie beside me. I was exhausted, every muscle in my body limp and sated, but the warmth in my chest was stronger than ever.

"That's our good girl," Jeremy whispered as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"You did so well for us, Princessa," Dexter says

Dexter's hand rubbed soothing circles on my back, his breath warm against my ear as he murmured, "Rest for a second, Tesoro. We've got you."

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