Caught In The Crossfires - Spinoff

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Chapter 71
Alessandro

The tension in the room grew stronger, and an electric energy pulsed through the air while we were all caught up in this intricate web of lust and longing. And now it appeared there was no turning back.

Not that I wanted to because on a scale of one to seeing this little brat, entirely stripped bare and cuffed to a St. Andrew's cross... I was all in because it was a sight to behold. Though it definitely wasn't how I envisioned this night unfolding.

Shit, I wasn't complaining.

I just couldn't wrap my head around the fact that my brother, the man I've known my whole life, was the one initiating this whole scene after the crazy girl had just admitted to him that she wanted us both.

He didn't even flinch at Lola's confession.... I did though, maybe it was because I was secretly waiting for him to pull the rug out from beneath my feet.

It's not like he hadn't done it before. Though he'd like to believe otherwise, Cristiano always had a unique pension for orchestrating the unexpected, for playing the puppet master while the rest of us danced on his tightly wound cords of control. Even as children, he always took the lead, whether we were getting ourselves into trouble or finding our way out of it.

As you could see, even now, with stakes much higher, he was still pulling the strings. Which only made me wonder: Was this another one of his tests? Or were both Lola and I on trial for a sick and twisted purpose known only to himself?

Lola's delicate whimpers tore me from my trance and I was immediately drawn to the way my brother's fingers carefully traced over her smooth arms, lifting them into the air and her soft little tits gently bounced in response. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth enjoying the way his simple actions sent visible shivers through her body, each small tremble mirroring off the reflective walls.

Pressing myself further into the couch, I was completely entranced, every fiber of my being attuned to the rhythm of her unsteady breathing. The way her chest rose and fell, her silky, parted lips, the tautness of her delicate pink nipples against the chill of the room – I wanted...no, I needed to taste, touch, and claim every inch of her. But she was at Cristiano's mercy, and in a twisted way, so was I.

My brother then stepped closer to her, the dominating glint in his eyes evident, yet there was also something more—love? Affection? Whatever it was, it unnerved me. The way he regarded this wildly fascinating woman was like a master regarding his own personal masterpiece, both with raw appreciation and a touch of possessiveness. It was both heartening and threatening at the same time.

I watched quietly as Lola found his gaze once more, the raw need evident in her eyes. Yet, beneath that, I could also sense fear and uncertainty. Was she second-guessing her decision? Or was she simply overwhelmed by the gravity of me being here with them? Either way, I couldn't fault her. We were in uncharted territory, a game with no clear rules at least not to me.

Then Cristiano's voice sliced through the thickening tension, breaking my chain of thought. "You will watch, Alessandro," he commanded me, not even bothering to glance my way. "Watch and learn. This isn't just for her. It's for you too."

His words sent a searing wave of anger rippling down my spine. 'Watch and learn.' What in the fuck was he trying to teach me exactly? Though as much as I wanted to question him, to challenge his authority, when her eyes flickered to mine, I found myself paralyzed by the raw intensity of the unexplainable pull lingering between us.

After meticulously securing Lola's restraints, Cristiano slowly skimmed his fingertips over the belted leather cuffs, his touch slow and deliberate, almost calculated. As Lola quietly watched his every move, her body shuddered when his fingers grazed lightly along the edges of the smooth crimson material, leaving a palpable trail of his unmaskable need for her to dominate in their wake.

I completely understood when it seemed as though my brother needed to take a moment to take in the sight of his handiwork, admiring this stunning woman who was  bound and utterly exposed, leaving her entirely at his will. I couldn't tear my eyes away either, not even if I wanted to. The vulnerability of her new position completely contrasted with the defiant spark flickering within her powder-blue eyes. Even though her exquisite body was entirely on display, her usual confidence remained intact, and it was undeniably mesmerizing.

"Tell me, Lorella," Cristiano's voice held a hint of steel, though a suggestive undertone began to seep through, echoing in the very essence of the room. He began circling her, like a predator stalking its prey, then his light green eyes darkened as they ravenously took in every inch of her naked body. "Have you touched yourself?"

Her eyes widened a fraction, and her features waned a bit, obviously taken aback by the directness of his question. She hesitated, her throat working visibly as she swallowed. "No..." Her answer began hesitantly, reluctance evident in her tone. "I mean yes... I mean I tried."

Cristiano's movement immediately came to a stop, and he positioned himself directly in front of her. His eyes narrowed and his brows creased slightly then a shadow of intrigue that reflected my own passed over his features and I needed to know more too. Lola shuddered when he leaned in closer, so close that their breaths began to mingle. "What do you mean you tried?" he asked, and her mouth quivered when his warm breath brushed against her pouty heart-shaped lips as his gaze held hers with an intensity that seemed to draw out her confession.

Though that confidence of hers began to dwindle by the moment as she stood bound beneath his piercing gaze, "I-I don't know..." Lola told him and she nervously licked her lips, stumbling over her words, her soft, creamy freckled cheeks began to flush with a faint rosiness under his towering presence. Her big eyes glanced in my direction, and being who I was I opted to tease her a bit... and myself if I was being honest. Then I decided to send her a harmless wink as I reached down with one hand, and unhurriedly drug an open palm over the large bulge at the front of my black suit pants.

She gasped, her eyes tracking my movement, and she attempted to press her parted thighs together against the restraints, making me raise an eyebrow in amusement. I wet my lips, savoring the way that unbelievably insane body of hers instantly reacted to my little taunting gesture before her hazy gaze flickered back to my brother's, and she continued on. "I guess, I tried to... tried to make myself... uh..." Her voice trailed off as she still struggled to find the right words.

"Come?" Cristiano said, low yet curious, and he finished the sentence for her, realization dawning in his eyes as my smirk widened.

Mmm, poor little thing.

Lola gave him a tiny nod, looking slightly ashamed. "But..." he urged further as his penetrating, yet somehow still impassive gaze bore into hers and it was undoubtedly to provoke the girl into revealing her innermost thoughts. Her face flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she hesitated, clearly wrestling with the weight of her confession.

"But I couldn't do it," she finally admitted, her shaky voice barely above a whisper, carrying a soft, hesitant tone laced with an emotion that sounded eerily like despair. Her soft blue gaze dropped to the mirrored floor, unable to meet Cristiano's penetrating eyes. "It felt wrong," she added, her words tinged with a sense of guilt, and then I realized, just... about the same time as my brother, based on the intense intrigue that washed over his features, that she had been punishing herself.

Fucking hell.

"Hmm," he hummed thoughtfully, pretending to be unaffected as he made his way over to the shelf, but his pride was undoubtedly written all over his face, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Like he needed that boost to his ego. Then he cleared his throat before he selected a pair of delicate-looking nipple clamps, a vibrating wand, and a set of gleaming stainless steel Ben-wa balls. The glint of the metal under the dim lighting made my own body react with a heady blend of anticipation mingled with my own desire. "It felt wrong?"

"Yes," she confirmed, lifting her head to meet his gaze, her voice trembling with deep remorse, and her eyes brimming with tears. "Nothing felt right without you. I felt so lost, Sir."

Cristiano paused mid-step, clearly caught off guard by Lola's raw admission. The usually unshakeable man seemed to falter for a fraction of a second as his composed expression began to slip away. And I found myself thoroughly amused by the way his brows furrowed slightly, betraying his aloofness, and there was a subtle twitch above his right eye. I nearly called him on it when his tight lips softened just a fraction, revealing a hint of compassion.

Cristiano's eyes, usually sharp and dominant, became slightly more tender, as if he were seeing her in a new light completely. It was a subtle transformation, but it spoke volumes about the way she was able to penetrate a rare crack in his mask of control and dominance. And I couldn't help but feel a pang of satisfaction seeing that her words affected him the way they did, revealing a sliver of the vulnerable man underneath his dominant exterior.

This girl was seriously getting to him... and I couldn't say that I was disappointed. Not disappointed at all.

He took a deep breath, seemingly collecting himself, the toys clutched tightly in his grasp. "Perhaps," he began, his words barely a whisper before he cleared his throat, "it's time to help you find what you've been missing."

Lola's soft whimpers filled the mirrored room when Cristiano began his exploration of her soft creamy body, his pointed fingertips stroking lightly over her abdomen. She took in a sharp gasp and her brows pulled together, blue eyes flickering between me and Cristiano then down to her tits as he brought his head down. His eyes locked onto hers as he sucked her tightly puckered flesh into his mouth before he pulled back and carefully fastened each metal clamp to each one of her wet rosy nipples.

"Oh," she moaned, eyes falling shut as he gave them a quick teasing tug before holding up the two stainless steel balls attached by a light pink rubber string to her mouth.

"Open," he ordered and she reopened her eyes and immediately did as she was told without argument. She parted for him and wrapped her pouty, red lips around the Ben-Wa balls, taking them into her mouth with a sense of obedience that was both alluring and intoxicating.

Cristiano rewarded Lola's submission with a soft, almost taunting, "Good girl." The simple praise seemed to send shivers down her spine.

And like a good fucking girl she eagerly responded, swirling her tongue around the two balls and coating them thoroughly as she let out the sexiest little moans. As I sat and watched their reflection bouncing off of every mirror, I couldn't help but feel like I was on the brink of losing control. My desire for this girl was swirling to new heights, and I honestly felt as though I might burst through the zipper of my pants at any moment.

It was maddening because I hadn't even touched her. Plus, who even knew if I would get the chance, or if she'd let me anywhere near her? Not knowing where things stood between me and Lola only added to the unbearable tension in the room.

Humming to himself, my brother carefully tugged on the pink rubber rope still held between his fingers. Then without having to be told her soft, wet, glistening lips parted, and each stainless steel ball, dripping with evident moisture, slowly slid from her mouth, leaving a shiny string of her saliva still connecting them to her slightly swollen bottom lip. I cursed under my breath and groaned at the delicious sight, leaning back further into the couch. I stretched my legs slightly to relieve the solid throbbing in my tightly wound body.

Then Cristiano stepped forward, taking the wet metal balls and trailing them along her neck, over her heaving chest, and down her abdomen until he was kneeling between her parted legs. "Relax, Lorella," he murmured, his voice a velvety whisper, and she whimpered in response.

Lola then let out a shaky breath, clearly attempting to find her center, to surrender to the sensations he was providing to her. Her eyes, though clouded with lust, never left his. With expert hands, he gently brushed the outside of her thighs, signaling her to spread them wider. She let out a shaky breath and immediately complied to allow him better access. The wet metal balls glinted under the lights of the room, and for a brief moment, everything seemed to pause.

And because I was a smart man my eyes immediately dropped to the mirrored floor that she stood, bound over. My dick turned to fucking stone as my brother took his time parting her soft slickening pussy folds and exposing her pretty little pink cunt to us both. He groaned as my mouth began to water with the desire to kneel down between them both and eat the fuck out of her until she was shaking and screaming for me to stop.

Cristiano soon began to stroke the silver Ben-Wa balls back and forth through her sopping-wet entrance, causing wet sounds to fill the air as he made a few tiny quick coils across her dripping flesh with the circular toy. She shook as her eyes briefly flickered back over to mine and I growled lowly, my nostrils flaring with the need to March over and slam every inch of myself inside of her as I watched that tight little hole of hers clench again and again with the desire to be filled.

"Oh, Sir," Lola moaned out sweetly when, with a deliberate slowness, Cristiano finally nudged forward and introduced the first metal sphere, stretching her tightening little ring of pinkish muscle widely around it as he did.

"I said relax," he told her once more, and though his words were stern, his voice was almost a soothing whisper. She listened immediately, loosening up for him and surrendering to his demand and allowing herself to adjust to the size of each stainless steel ball as he pressed forward. Her breaths became shallow. Then she hissed in delight as her fingers curled around the binds on the cross, like she was seeking something to anchor herself.

Cursing under my breath, I couldn't help but continue to rub a hand over my aching cock while I observed every tiny detail of her reaction to the sensations that were threatening to overwhelm her.

Once each tremoring steel ball was securely inside of her tight juicy cunt, Cristiano leaned in closer, blowing a soft stream of air over her wet pussy lips. Her body instantly jerked against the cross and she tugged at her restraints as it caused another rippling wave of visible shivers to cascade through her. She moaned his name, her brows pulling together tightly. "Do you feel that, Lorella?" he whispered, his tone teasing. "Each movement you make, each breath you take, they'll remind you of who you belong to... and of the trust you've given me."

"Yes, Sir," she frantically nodded, a strained moan escaping her throat as my brother unhurriedly ran two of his fingers along her sensitive clit. Her slowly trembling body began to arch off of the cross in response. As he carefully shifted to press the Ben-Wa balls further into her, ensuring they were perfectly in place, her breaths grew even more shallow and erratic.

"Every tremor, every movement, they will shift inside you," Cristiano continued as her body fell flat against the red wooden 'X', his words low and intense. "A constant reminder of this moment, of us, and of the pleasure that's yet to come."

Another thirsty whimper escaped Lola's soft quivering lips, clearly echoing the desperation building inside her as we both watched my brother lean forward. He breathed her in before he finally swirled his tongue slowly around her delicious pink flesh, coaxing the neediest sounds from her, and causing my dick to twitch in response.

"Wait, no," she begged a desperate little noise when Cristiano broke away and rose to his feet with a small snicker. Then his face was mere inches from hers, and the connection between them hung heavily in the air. I could almost feel their intense need for one another radiating through the thickening atmosphere.

For a long moment, they were lost in each other's eyes, two souls skating on the edge of unbridled desire, waiting for the other to pull them into the abyss. And I couldn't help but wonder where the hell I fit into the equation.

"Now we begin," Cristiano announced, eliciting another moan from her as his open hand came down onto each of her perfect little tits before giving the nipple clamps a sharp tug as he picked up the wand and turned it on. I cursed to myself when she screamed out desperately as he pressed it firmly to the front of her bare pussy.

Soon she was a withering mess beneath him. Every touch, every encouraging whisper from Cristiano seemed as though it was designed to draw Lola deeper into his web of passion and submission. Each reaction from her was like a jolt of electricity, pulsing straight through my raging cock, and igniting desires I didn't even know I had - especially because every so often, she'd steal a glance my way.

Her sky-blue eyes were filled with an unmasked desire. Each gaze was a silent plea, begging me to... I really didn't know what she was begging of me. I just knew that, for some reason that I couldn't explain, I was bound to her, bound to this room by an invisible chain that I had no intention of breaking.

"Oh... God... I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." Lola trailed off, her voice filled with such overwhelming desire I could nearly taste it. "Oh..."

The rhythmic buzzing of the wand and the sound of her rapid breaths intertwined, echoing through the mirrored room. A bead of sweat trailed down her temple, her pale skin flushed with passion. Every subtle movement she made, every suppressed whimper that escaped her lips, was like a siren's call, pulling me in deeper and deeper.

But it was Cristiano who still held the reins, controlling Lola's every response - her every movement. "Hold it in," he ordered, his voice dripping with authority. The restraint in his tone mirrored the restraint that he desired for her to exercise. It was clear he aimed to push her to the very brink.

Once more, she looked my way, her gaze filled with a hungry desire. Her usually sparkling blue eyes now resembled turbulent oceans, tumultuous and stormy with lust. It was as if there was a tempest of desire raging within her, and it felt like it was meant for me and me alone.

"Come," Cristiano snarled sharply, his command clear and filled with dominance. Lola's head immediately snapped forward, eyes locking onto his face and she let go.

Groaning under my breath, I felt moisture begin to leak from the head of my aching cock when Lola's body wildly convulsed as obvious waves of pleasure cascaded over her, and her cries filled the room. Her fingers were previously clenching the leather cuffs attached to the cross. She relaxed momentarily before completely surrendering to the bliss. Watching her come undone was a sight that left me both tortured and captivated, my body and mind caught in a whirlpool of undeniable desire and lust.

"Do you feel better now, Lorella?" Cristiano asked, a hint of genuine curiosity seeping through his otherwise commanding tone.

"So much better, Sir," Lola said, gasping for breath, and she nodded weakly, her voice but a whisper.

"Good," Cristiano responded, satisfaction evident in his tone. Yet there was a hint of determination in his eyes that didn't escape me. He was far from done with her. "Now you're going to keep coming for me until I tell you to stop. Understood?"

"Y-Yes, Sir-r-r," she squealed out, eyes rolling to the back of her head as without a moment's hesitation, Cristiano pressed the vibrating wand back to her swollen clit, cranking it to its highest setting.

Lola's immediate reaction was visceral; her small sweaty body wildly bucked against the restraints, and a sharp cry of pure ecstasy ripped through her. The room was filled with a symphony of her pleasure, highlighted by the constant hum of the wand. "Again," Cristiano murmured, pulling her back from the abyss of pleasure, only to push her towards it once more.

The delicate balance of dominance, desire, and submission continued on, each movement, each outcry of pleasure, pushing the boundaries of passion and restraint. And it soon began blurring the lines between us all.

The room became a symphony of sensual sounds, from Lola's panting breaths to the soft buzz of the wand in his hand, punctuated by Cristiano's deep, authoritative words. The sharp lighting bathed them both in a sultry glow, casting elongated shadows that seemed to dance along with their movements. The scent of arousal hung heavily in the air, a heady blend of her sweet sweat and mouth-watering sugary scents that was wreaking absolute havoc with my senses.

I cursed when every time he roughly yanked on the nipple clamps, Lola's body would jolt forward, and a strangled cry escaped her lips. The sight of her pink, engorged nipples strained against the metal was intensely and utterly captivating. I craved to soothe them with my mouth and I could only imagine the coldness of the steel against the warmth of her flushed skin on my tongue as each abrupt tug brought a fresh wave of sensations crashing through her.

There was no doubt that my brother was relentless, making his little sub squirm uncontrollably under his thumb. While he wielded the vibrating wand with expert precision, moving it in small teasing circles around her swollen, overly sensitive clit, each round bringing her closer and closer to the edge. I groaned lowly as her hips bucked erratically, seeking more contact, more pressure.

They were a total paradox in contrast; while Cristiano remained composed, every line of his body radiating control, Lola was the image of unchecked passion. Her back bowing off the cross - her body seeking more. She was craving the intensity he was providing. Lost in a whirlwind of sensations, every touch, every sound amplifying the unrelenting pleasure coursing through her.

"Cristiano... please..." her voice cracked with desperation, as she teetered on the brink of pleasure and pain. It was a sound that went straight to my leaking dick, my body responding to her hopeless pleas. Her eyes, glazed with lust, found mine. They bore into me, a mix of longing and uncertainty, as if begging for something more, something beyond the confines of this intense moment.

But, this was Cristiano's show.... for now, so I would let him revel in it. "I said, again," Cristiano's voice was firm, the command clear.

Lola's entire body trembled, and a thin sheen of sweat made her milky skin glisten under the lights. She looked both beautiful and broken, and on the brink of another earth-shaking release. "I-I can't..." she whispered, her voice breaking, but Cristiano wasn't having any of it.

"Oh, but you will, little girl," he asserted, pressing the wand even firmer against her, the vibrations intensifying.

With a cry that bordered on agony and ecstasy as it morphed into an ear-piercing scream, she shattered again, her body convulsing with wave after wave of pleasure. Squeezing her eyes shut, her fingers clawed at the binds until her knuckles turned white with the intensity of her grip.

Like me, Cristiano watched her intently, a look of fierce satisfaction in his eyes. He seemed to revel in every shudder, every cry as though he was feeding off her pleasure. He didn't stop as the wand in his hand continued its merciless assault, pushing her through one climax after another after a-fuckin-nother. Each of the precise strokes of his wrist was keeping Lola on the precipice, threatening to send her spiraling into another wave of ecstasy with just a gentle nudge of his steady hand forward.

Though he had lowered the wand's intensity almost to its lowest setting, the sharp pulses of the vibrating toy mixed with her little moans and groans seemed to hum louder and louder in my ears. Which only made my aching cock harder and harder by the fucking second.

I couldn't lie. The room was completely drenched in a heady mixture of longing, lust, and dominance. Cristiano, with his firm grip on the controls, was clearly reveling in his role, as he took his time carefully drawing out every moan, every shiver that wracked through Lola's body.

"Don't stop..." Lola's hoarse voice broke through the haze, shaky but filled with desperate need and I could see by the way she ground her hips forward into the toy she wasn't getting enough pressure. Though, she was close, oh so close, and the mere thought of her coming again had my own body humming with desire. I tightly grasped myself through the front of my black suit to kill the ache.

No. I couldn't let myself come in my pants like a fucking teenager though I was fucking close.

Cristiano, ever the puppeteer, smirked at her plea. His free hand snaked its way up her inner thigh, teasing her, and he lightly tugged on the Ben-Wa balls inside of her while the wand continued its relentless assault on her sensitive clit. Lola cried out in pleasure as his hand moved up her body and he roughly yanked down on the nipple clamps, causing her to hiss in response.

"You don't get to decide," he whispered into her ear, though, loud enough for me to hear, his voice dark and dripping with authority.

Lola replied with a penetrating whimper, and her hips bucked of their own accord, clearly seeking another release. With each thrust of the buzzing wand, her moans grew more uncontrolled, each note hitting a chord deeper within me. I found myself squeezing my cock even harder to keep from spilling over. "Please, Sir... please..." Her shaky pleas grew more desperate, her voice thick with need, not only for her selfish release but for his permission to let go.

Good fucking girl.

Cristiano leaned back, his lips now hovering over hers but not quite touching. Their breaths merged, hot and fast, a testament to the raging compound of emotion stirring between them. "You are mine, Lorella," he growled, the statement clear, undeniable and she didn't even try to fight it. "Every moan, every shiver, every climax – they belong to me and to whom I allow you to share them with."

With that, he positioned himself behind her, his weighty gaze flickering to mine as he cranked the wand's intensity all the way back up. Again, he nudged it firmly against her, and simultaneously tugged on the metal clamps. The reaction was instantaneous – Lola screamed, slamming her eyes shut, her body convulsing as wave after wave of shattering pleasure crashed into her. Her nails once again dug into the restraints, and her knuckles bulged from the strain as her crackling voice carried through the room.

As the shockwaves subsided, and Lola's breathing began to even out, I could see that Cristiano still wasn't finished. He removed the wand momentarily, allowing her a brief moment of rest, before pressing it against her once more. You could tell that the sensation, combined with the constant movement of the Ben-Wa balls inside her as she shuddered wildly, had her teetering on the edge again.

Soon Lola was frantically shaking her head and begging him to 'stop' because it was 'too much' before a painful pleasure-filled scream tore from her chest, her voice breaking in the air. This time, her release came with a stream of clear fluid rapidly gushing from between her trembling thighs as she desperately tried to urge them back together with no success, and I nearly exploded right there in my pants at the mesmerizing sight.

Fuck me, she squirted.

By the time Cristiano finally pulled away, Lola was panting heavily. Her body was limp, drenched in sweat, moisture dripping down her trembling thighs, a pool of her sticky sweet essence puddled on the floor between her parted legs. She hung there, eyes half-closed, and a satisfied smile began to creep on her swollen lips.

Holy shit. She enjoyed it.

After placing a soft appreciative kiss onto Lola's flushed and sweaty cheek, her pulsing temple, and then to the top of her head, Cristiano told her, "You're doing so well, Lorella." She whimpered weakly in response, enjoying the praise he was rightfully supplying her with. "Such a good girl for me."

Then his piercing gaze once again cut in my direction, slicing through the hazy cloud of pleasure, as he sought mine.

"Alessandro," he said, sounding as if he was still wondering to himself why he had invited me here in the first place before his eyes flickered back down to Lola and then once again to me. "Come, clean her up," he ordered, and Lola let out an audible gasp at his demand.

I, on the other hand, held my brother's gaze for a long moment, my brows pulling together as I waited for him to say he was fucking with me. There was no way I had heard him correctly. But when he didn't falter, I rose from my seat, about to take a step forward when he held a swift hand up, stopping me in my tracks.

"No," Cristiano told me as the corner of his lips curled upward, a hint of challenge in his gaze. "Crawl. If you're so insistent on having what's mine, you'll do so on your knees."

Did he just say crawl? Did he just fucking say crawl to me? My blood boiled at the audacity of his request. No Dom would ever ask another Dom to fucking crawl. But because we were brothers, I was the younger one, and she was his girl, he thought he could push my goddamn limits by making me look weak.

Well, Cristiano had another thing coming.

The smooth, glass floor was cool under my fisted knuckles as I assumed the position before I began my little crawl toward Lola. The distance between us grew shorter with each calculated movement. Every inch forward, I could feel the weight of Cristiano's triumphant gaze on me, clearly asserting his dominance not just over his sub but also over myself, challenging my authority - my damn pride.

Bastard.

Each one of the goddamn muscles in my body was taut with tension, my emotions, wrestling between the desire to meet his challenge head-on and the instinctual urge to protect my fucking dignity. What dignity?

The room around us, once filled with the sounds of pure pleasure, was now thick with tension, the air was punctuated only by Lola's soft, erratic breathing and the creak of the leather bindings still holding her in place.

Cristiano's intense gaze bore into mine, but my eyes were locked on Lola fucking Mariano, taking in her disheveled state. I couldn't get enough of the way her damp jet-black hair clung to her pale forehead, the sheen of sweat coating her creamy pinkish-tented chest, and the rise and fall of her perfect little metal-adorned tits as she attempted to regain her composure.

Every pulse, every shudder that wrecked through her body was now etched into my memory. And I couldn't shake off the image of her flushed skin, glistening with sweat and glowing with pleasure.

I needed to taste her already.

When I finally reached Lola. Still on my hands and knees, I looked up to meet her azure gaze that was still clouded with lust, and I could see she was clearly curious about my next move. I slowly rose half-mast so that I was positioned directly in front of her messy little pretty pussy while maintaining intense eye contact with her. Then I leaned in finally ready to taste and touch what had been calling to me since the moment my lips connected with hers.

"Uh-uh," Cristiano stopped me once again and I fought the urge to tell him to back the fuck off as I rolled my eyes to meet the man now watching from the sidelines. "From the floor first," he ordered, his arms folded across his chest, and he peered down at the puddle of her pleasure that was pooled in front of me.

I was this close, and damn it, she had to be worth it. I told myself this as I sent a defiant smirk Cristiano's way. My jaw clenched briefly, but I reluctantly lowered myself back down, all while maintaining a façade of compliance. Inside, my pride seethed like a roaring fire. This was not over.

Game on, brother.

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