29 Pampered Captive (1/2)

His cum shoots in great jetting streams, landing on my breasts, slipping down and coating my nipples in warm viscous fluid.

It feels... nice. Not just the warm cum, but seeing him like that. These men are incredibly strong and perfectly in control, but they lose control when they are with me, even if only for a few moments.

Keanau and Pharaoh are left, their hands wrapped around their cocks.

”Do you want to taste more?” Pharaoh asks the question, his elegant, brutal beauty captivating me into a small nod.

Tore releases me, Alexios' seed running down my breasts as the thickness of the semen seems to dissolve into a stickier part and a watery one, but I am not paying attention to the cum on me. I am paying attention to the cock in front of me.

”Take it in your mouth,” Pharaoh urges me gently. ”Suck on it a little, let your mouth go up and down.”

Before, they were taking my mouth, now I am the one doing the work on my hands and knees, my tongue tracing a delicate little path around the head of his dick.

”Yes, good girl,” he praises. His voice is already changing, getting tighter, deeper. I like it. I wrap my lips around the head of his cock completely and give a little sucking motion. The rumble in return, followed by a gasping exhale teaches me so much. I may be small, may be weak. I was starting to think I would be utterly unable to control my destiny, but this shows me I can.

I let my mouth sink deeper, keeping my lips tight, and I feel Pharaoh move forward. He's no longer standing. He's on his knees on the bed, and as I sink down to find his cock again, a sense of mischievous power rushes through me.

They own me, but maybe I own them too. They need me. I am the only woman within miles. I am the only one who can satisfy them this way.

”She has some talent at that,” Keanau murmurs. He is still to come, and I can see his cock throbbing with need, the head swollen, the shaft gripped tightly in his fist. Looking him in the eye, I run my mouth in a deliberately slow motion over Pharaoh's rod, my tongue twisting around his shaft.

”Oh, you little minx,” Keanau growls, the very corner of his lip twisting in what might be amusement.

Maybe I shouldn't tease him, but the only power I've felt I've had since I got here was when I killed the sheriff—and I can't kill them all. I'll have to settle for little torments, like making Keanau watch me bring pleasure to another man while he stands there aching with need for me.

”Good girl, nice and slow, take it all,” Pharaoh encourages me, not seeing what is going on with Keanau. I do as I am told, but I make a show of it.