Dangerous black ties

🔥🌶️I want it to be you🌶️🔥

(WARNING KINDA LONG)

"Puff me? No." I say looking anywhere but at him.

"Hmm, lying too? This isn't looking very good for you, Princessa." He is slightly amused at me.

"I'm not lying." I try and say steady.

He contained a chuckle. "Despite how you are trying to sound like you are not lying, I can tell you are." He says, smirking as he leans on the counter.

I swallow my spit. Breathe, I tell myself.
"I'm not lying," I say softly.

"Hmm.. that a fact?" He says arching his brow.

"Yes," I say confidently, trying not to be embarrassed because I ever much was hit and bothered, but he didn't need to expose me like that.

"Should I check if my principessa is lying?" He asked aloud not to me, though almost to himself.

"What..." I ask, taken back by the forwardness.

"I mean, bambina, is if I slide my hand in your pants if you'd be wet?" He asked me to remove his arms from the counter.

He was dressed much more relaxed; you could see his tattoo sleeves.

Oh God... Now he is walking to me.

He softly traps me against the wall.

He bends down slightly, his warm breath on my neck, and he slides his hand into my leggings suddenly without any warning.

His fingers trace my sensitive area, and a small gasp leaves my lips.

I feel his smirk against my neck.

"Soaking just as I thought." He said husky against my ear.

"Should I help you with that?" He asks.

I can hardly process his words as his fingers continue their tantalizing exploration, teasingly grazing my sensitive area. My breath quickens, caught between pleasure and the rush of embarrassment flooding my cheeks.

"Y-yes," I manage to whisper, the admission escaping my lips before I can stop myself.

He chuckles softly, clearly enjoying my response. "Such a good girl," he praises, his fingers pressing more insistently as he curls them, eliciting a gasp from me.

"You've been so good at denying what you want, but I think we both know the truth now," he murmurs, his warm breath ghosting over my skin.

As he deepens his movements, I find myself leaning into him, the heat building within me biting my lip as he continues to play me like an instrument.

With that, he withdraws his fingers for a brief moment, leaving me yearning for more.

"Wait here. Don't move." He commands.

I feel my rigid breaths coming out of my mouth as he disappears for a while.

He comes back with a smirk on his lips.

I watch him, breathless. My body was filled with anticipation.

He picks me up bridal shower before I can even protest and takes me into my room.

"I have a couple of surprises for you." He says with a smirk.

He holds out his phone.

"You see, I mentioned your little lying episode to you other doms. I'm going to make you cum before one of them gets here. They are all off work now, so. It's a challenge to myself." He says it is making me gulp.

He climbs on top of me and captures my mouth in a kiss.

He slides my pants and panties off softly, guiding them down my thighs.

He grabs a pillow behind me.

"Lift your butt." He demands me.

I lifted my butt slightly, and he slid the pillow under my butt.

Finally glancing down at me.

"God, I could look at this all day." He says. As his fingers finally inch the spot that craves his touch.

A gasp leaves my lips. His thumb met my bud and his pointer finger slowly tried to work its way back in.

I bite my lip to muffle the embarrassing sounds my mouth wants to let out.

"I'm going to warn you now; I think it's cute that you try and hide your moans; your other dominants won't. I'd stop now if I were you." He says as he leans down, kissing my neck softly, biting and sucking the sensitive area.

He softly grabs my throat as he adds a second finger, curing them up as they move in and out of me.

A soft moan escapes my lips.

I feel his smirk against my neck.
"God, I can't wait for your other surprise." He says

I swallow hard.
"What other surprise?" I ask him, stuttering a bit as his fingers work in unison.

"Oh, don't worry, baby, you will find out soon enough." He says with mischief.

I feel my legs begin to shake.

"Oh Tesoro, you're so close. Are you going to be a good girl and ask to cum, or are you wanting to add to your punishment? Well, I'd call this a punishment."
He asked me

"Can I please cum?" I ask right over the edge.

"Ask me correctly. Ask Daddy for what you want." He tells me.

His words pushed me closer to the edge than I cared to admit.

"Can I please cum daddy?" I plead, my voice trembling as I hang over the edge, waiting for permission desperately.

He smirks against my neck; his lips nibble my ear softly. "Cum for me, Bellissima."

His words push me over the imaginary edge, a wave of pleasure hitting me, but his fingers keep going, guiding me through it.

He smirks.
I already knew what happened by how wet my thighs were.

"What a shame they missed that, huh." He says as he withdraws his hand.

I hear the bedroom door open, and his lingering touch comes off me.

I see Alex first.

"Damn it, you beat me." He says as he looks at my shaking form.


He gets off me, and I attempt to close my legs.

"Keep them open before I tie them to the bed," Alex tells me strongly.

"You wouldn't do that,"' I say, unconvinced and plain. Rolling my eyes.

"Oh principessa." He chuckled, walking out suddenly.

Jeremy shakes his head and leans closer to my ear. "A little piece of advice: don't ever say we won't do something."

Alex comes in holding some restraints in his hand.

The door opened yet again seconds later, and Edsion and Dexter came in.

Dexter looks at the restraints in Alex's hand, and he smirks. "I guess our little girl has been acting up, huh?" He asks Alex.

"Yes, she was acting like a brat, telling me I wouldn't restrain her when she was closing her legs after I told her to open them," Alex tells Dexter.

Edison arches his brow at me.

He leans close to me and gently spreads my legs. "Have you been a bad girl lying and being disrespectful?" He asked me, his voice coming out authoritative.

I lick my dry lips.

Gulping on my spit.

"Yes, sir," I replied.

Dexter and Alex each take a restraint, securing my legs to the bed posts.

I light tug on the restraint.

Dexter leans in. "You can tug against those all you want to, but you are not going anywhere,"' he says huskly against my ear.

"Are you ready?" Alex asks me, his fingers brushing the inside of my thigh feather.

I nodded, not trusting the words to come out even.

Edison's hand softly grabs my throat. "Answer him properly with your words." He scolds.

I look at Alex, whose eyes are focused on my intimate bits, my legs unable to close from his piercing eyes.

"Yes. Sir. I'm ready." I say breathless, his fingers trailing closer to my core.

He smirks, stepping closer again, his eyes dark with desire. "Good. Now, let's see how responsive you can be." He grabbed something from Jeremy.

The second surprise was this. I tried to see what it was but it's like they didn't want me to see it.

He leans close, departing the same kissing and sucking on the other side of my neck. He presses the toy against my sensitive area, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure crashing over me.

"Feel that?" he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear as he watches my reactions closely. "This is just the beginning."

His fingers enter the same way Jermery had with expert movements, working in harmony with the toy. I try and contain my moans, the heat pooling low in my belly.

"Just let go, bambina," he encourages with command. "Let me show you what you've been missing."

I gasp as he expertly manipulates both the toy and his fingers, bringing me closer to the edge. The world outside fades away; it's just the two of us, caught in this intoxicating moment of pleasure.

"I want to hear you, love," he says, his tone shifting to one of authority. "Don't hold back. Tell me how it feels." He leans back; his other hand grips my hip.

Suddenly Dexter grabs my throat this time.

Jeremy watches this scene unfold with a smirk on his lips.

"I—It's too much... so good..." I stammer.

"Good," he replies, his smirk widening. "Now, let's see just how far you can go. You're going to learn how to embrace everything we give you. You better be a good girl and ask me to come." He demands

"Please, please.. can I cum... sir?" I practically beg him, continuing to ask him with each word. Finally, he smirks, "Go on, baby, come on, my fingers." He demands

As he pushes me to the brink, I surrender completely, losing myself in the pleasure his fingers continue to move, aiding me through the second wave of pleasure I had felt.

"A second time.. so needy... you're such a good slut for us, huh...ours to please," he says, and I notice the wetness on my thighs again.

Dexter says, "Oh, now it's my turn."

Dexter moves closer, his grip on my throat tightening just enough to make my heart quicken, and he smirks, clearly excited for his turn.

"Look at you, still trembling from before," he says. "But I think you can take more, can't you?"

I barely manage a nod, my breaths shallow, as Dexter's hand trails down my body slowly. He removes the toy from my sensitive area, replacing it with his fingers, more demanding this time. His movements are rougher.

"You love this, don't you? Being our good little slut?" He growls, leaning down to capture my lips in a rough kiss; his fingers work deeper inside me.

I moan into his mouth, unable to hold back any longer.

Dexter pulls back, his lips hovering over mine as he watches me, waiting for me to break. "You're going to beg again, aren't you? You love begging for us."

"Yes," I gasp, barely able to form words as his fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect spot repeatedly. "Please, let me cum..."

"Not yet," Dexter teases, slowing his movements slightly, just enough to keep me on edge but not enough to push me over. "You're going to wait until I'm ready."

Jeremy steps closer, watching with amusement as Dexter continues to toy with me. "You hear that?" he says, leaning down to whisper in my ear. I feel his warm breath in my ear. "You don't get to cum until we say so. You belong to us, and we decide when you get to feel good."

Edison chuckles, his hand replacing Dexter's hand on my throat, tightening briefly. "Such a good little thing, submitting so perfectly. You're learning quickly."

My body shakes with need from my frustration of being so close yet denied release, making it hard to focus on anything else.

Dexter's fingers move faster now, bringing me right to the edge again. "Now," he growls. "Cum for me. Cum, like the good girl you are."

With that command, the release crashes over me like a wave. Dexter's fingers continue drawing every ounce of pleasure from me.

When the waves of pleasure finally stop, Dexter withdraws his hand, smirking at the sight of my trembling form. "Look at you," he says softly, almost mockingly. "Completely ruined. And we're not even done yet."

I glance up, still breathless, as Edison steps forward.

Edison, his fingers trailing down the side of my body as Dexter moves aside, letting him take over. I can barely catch my breath, my legs still trembling from the last wave of pleasure.

He leans down close to my ear, his hand slipping under my chin to make me meet his gaze. "You've been such a good girl for us," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. "But we're just getting started, aren't we?"

I nod, my voice barely a whisper. "Yes, sir."

Edison's smirk deepens, and without another word, his fingers find their way back between my legs, teasing my overly sensitive core. His touch is firmer and more deliberate, and I can't help the soft moan that leaves my lips.

He chuckles darkly. "Look at how responsive you are already. You like this, don't you? Being used by all of us like this."

I bite my lip, barely able to form a coherent response. "Yes, sir."

Jeremy leans in from the other side, brushing my hair away from my face as he whispers in my ear, his voice a deep rumble. "You know what comes next, don't you? You're going to be our little toy until we decide you've had enough."

Edison's fingers suddenly thrust deeper. His other hand presses down on my abdomen, pinning me in place and making sure I can't move.

"That's right, just like that," Edison growls, his fingers curling inside me at just the right angle, making my legs strain against the restraints. "You're going to cum again for me, aren't you?"

I can barely manage a nod, my body completely under their control. I feel my mind slipping away, drowning in pleasure.

"Tell him," Dexter commands from the side, his voice thick with authority. "Tell him you're going to cum."

"Please, sir... I can't take it." I whimper, gasping for air. "I'm going to cum, please."

Edison chuckles, leaning down to capture my lips in a rough kiss as his fingers continue their assault. "Do it," he growls against my mouth. "Cum for me, now."

His words push me over the edge again, the pleasure crashing over me even harder than before.

Edison's fingers slow, helping me ride out the intense wave, and finally, he pulls back, leaving me gasping for air. My body feels boneless, completely at their mercy.

Jeremy leans closer, brushing his lips along my ear. "Such a good girl," he whispers.

Edison steps back and sucks on his fingers with a smirk.

I find my voice, though it trembles as I speak. My body still hums from the waves of pleasure, and yet there's a deep want inside me that hasn't been fully satisfied.

"Edison..." I whisper, but it still catches his attention.

He turns, his eyes narrowing with curiosity as he steps back toward the bed. "Yes?" He asks.

My throat is dry, and I struggle to find the words, but I force them out as my heart pounds in my chest. "I want... I want you to be the one... to take my virginity."

For a brief moment, everything was silent as they processed what I had said.

Edison's expression changes. His smirk turns into something more serious, and his eyes sharpen. He leans down, his face inches from mine, and his voice drops to a low growl. "Are you sure, little one? Do you understand what you're asking for?"

I swallow hard as I feel my heart race, but I meet his eyes. "Yes, I'm sure. I want it to be you." I say with a nod.

His eyes seem to darken even further, and a low chuckle leaves his lips. "You have no idea what you're asking for baby," he murmured. "But if this is what you want, I'll be gentle, which isn't my style."

Edison's hand moves to the waistband of his jeans, slowly undoing the button and lowering the zipper.

Jeremy moves closer, his voice softer now, almost concerned. "Are you sure about this, sweetheart?"

I nod, taking a deep breath. "I'm sure."

"Okay." He says, and he undoes one of the restraints.

Alex undoes the other before he leans down and whispers in my ear.
"Next time we will use them the whole time."

Edison's eyes never leave mine as he slides his jeans off and the rest of his clothes. He climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs, his hands running along my thighs as he spreads them wider.

He leans down, his lips brushing against my ears. "This is going to hurt, but after that..." His voice trails off.

"I trust you," I whisper.

He positions his member at my opening. I close my eyes and brace myself as I feel the pressure of him against me, his grip on my hips firm.

Then, without warning, he pushes inside me; his size stretches me in ways I hadn't imagined. The pain is sharp and burning, and I gasp and my fingers dig into the sheets as my body slowly adjusts. Edison holds still, letting me catch my breath; his hands caress my sides.

I feel a few stray tears escape my eyes. They were quickly wiped away by him. "Shh. It's okay." He whispered against my ear.

"You're doing so well," he murmurs, his voice low and rough as though he were in pain himself. "Breathe through it."

I nod, my breaths shallow as the pain slowly subsides, replaced by an unfamiliar fullness. When I open my eyes again, Edison is watching me, his eyes intense and filled with possessiveness.

"Good girl," he whispers, and then he begins to move.

His thrusts are slow at first, deliberate, letting me adjust to the sensation. The pain fades quickly, replaced by a deep, building pleasure that makes my whole body tingle. Every stroke sends shockwaves through me, and I can't stop the soft moans that escape my lips as he takes me, his pace gradually increasing.

He leans down, capturing my lips in a kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hips drive harder against me.

Jeremy's hand strokes my hair as he murmurs encouraging words into my ear, while Dexter and Alex watch with darkened eyes, their desire evident in the way they observe the scene unfolding in front of them.

Edison's thrusts become more demanding, his grip tightening on my hips as he drives deeper, and I can feel the pressure building inside me again, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable.

"Let go," he growls, his lips brushing against my neck. "Cum for me again."

I don't need any more prompting. My body obeys, and I shatter beneath him. Edison groans, his pace never stopping as he takes me through my orgasm, pushing me further than I thought possible.

He followed behind a few sloppy thrusts later.

When I finally came down, my body was trembling and exhausted,

As I lay there, my body still trembling from the intensity of what just happened, Edison slowly pulled away from me, his smirk never fading. My heart pounds in my chest as I try to catch my breath.

His eyes sweep over my body with satisfaction, but there's something possessive in the way he looks at me. I feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I glance away, trying to process everything.

Jeremy is still by my side, his fingers gently running through my hair, offering me comfort. "You did good, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice soothing as he leans down to kiss my forehead.

Dexter's voice cuts through the quiet, his tone coming out teasing. "I didn't think you'd ask for him, though. Gotta admit I'm a little jealous."

I manage a weak smile, my body still recovering.

Edison finally gets off the bed, putting his pants back on. "Whenever you are ready, we will clean you up, he says.

Jeremy shifts closer, pulling me into his arms as Dexter sits at the edge of the bed. His eyes look at my face as if to make sure I'm okay. "How do you feel?" Dexter asks, his voice a little softer now, the teasing edge gone.

I take a deep breath, resting my head against Jeremy's chest. "I'm... okay. Just... a little overwhelmed and sore, I guess."

Alex leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to my shoulder, his eyes softening as he looks at me. "You are our perfect little girl, you know that?" He asks me.

These words seemed to be a switch for something in my brain I didn't even know was there.

I shake my head no.

Jeremy chuckles. "You don't think you are our perfect little girl?" He asked softly, rubbing my hair as I brought my legs to my chest.

I shake my hand no.
"Oh, so you disagree with me? You're our little girl. I think we get to decide if you're perfect or not; tell Daddy you're sorry for saying that right now." Edison says, scolding me softly.

"I'm sorry..." is a whisper, looking at my fingers before I'm before Dexter pulls my gaze to meet his.
"You need to learn to answer us correctly, baby."

I pout softly. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I say, looking at him.

He kisses my pouty lips. It's okay, princess, are you ready to get cleaned up?" He asked me