I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 101: Chapter 101

Lysander’s pov

Not just any cock. My master’s cock.

I drowned in the lustful moans spilling from him. My balls tightened and my dick thickened as his growls rumbled through me, turning me into a fucking animal.

I twisted the base of his shaft, pulled it out of my mouth, then swirled my tongue on the crown of his cock.

"Mmmfuck, baby...fuck.."

He released a thick, lustful sound and fed me more of his precum.

I could feel him getting close, his dick growing huge in my hands, and even though my jaw ached, I took him in again.

There’s no ending to this until he shattered as hard as he broke me earlier. I’ll give him pleasure as intense as he gave me-

A cold, slippery finger trailed a path on my balls and then my arse cheek was pulled to the side and that finger circled my rim.

I bucked, the movement taking me so completely by surprise, I didn’t know what to do. My head was swimming in so much overpowering lust from sucking his cock that I didn’t even realize what he was doing.

He rolled his hips and thrust all the way to the back of my throat. Pressure formed at my back hole as he traced the rim some more, then slid his finger in.

"Shhh. You’re doing so good." Your ass is taking my finger so well." He drove his cock in my mouth as he penetrated me from behind.

The intrusion made me close my eyes, my knees shaking, and a part of me demands I fight for him to stop and allow me please him instead.

Somehow.

Anyhow.

I needed to...

He drove his finger in slowly, breaching me so wholly, I couldn’t think straight. My ass was already coated with my slickness.

"Mmmf...

Ffuck..." I mumbled around his cock, saliva and precum dripping on his balls.

Another finger joined the first and the fullness clouds my head. All I could do is remain still, mouth open, arse in the air as he thrust in me.

The pain slowly disap-peared, replaced by an acute sense of...pleasure?

Oh fuck.

"That’s it, baby." He thrust his cock in and out of my mouth, hitting the back of my throat with it.

"Fuck your ass on my fingers."

I realized with utter shock that I was rocking back and forth, lips parted so he could fuck me with his cock and I was helping him drive in and out of my arse.

Fucking fuck. He’s dragging out a foreign version of me, clawing and tearing at every safety measure I had in place.

The part of me that loved the audience and wanted to please my master.

He touches me and I’m stumbling, rolling, falling, falling, falling...

His fingers scraped something inside me and I nearly lost balance.

"There it is." The lust in his voice undid me, shoving me to the edge. "Fuck... I’m gonna come..."

He pegged his fingers against my g sport once.

Twice...

On the third time, heat engulfed me and any sounds I wanted to make were drowned by the cum that exploded all over my mouth, lips, and face.

But that’s not the part that made me want to scream. It was my own dick shooting cum on his leg.

It went on and on, spraying everywhere.

I jerked away from him and he slipped his fingers from my arse. My hole clenched around them as if wanting to keep them there. What the...hell?

I really was the slut that Gideon called me, but whatever.

"Mmm." He traced his other hand over the cum on his chest, smearing it on himself before he dragged his fingers to his mouth. "You definitely made a mess this time. Hot as fuck."

He carried me back to the table and flipped me so he was the one trapping me beteeen the table and him.

I couldn’t stop myself from reaching up to touch his hair. A sigh escaped my lips before I could help myself.

Drake positioned his broad hips between my thighs, lining himself up with my wet, aching entrance. With one long, continuous, relentless push, he drove all the way inside me.

"Ah!" I cried out, my back arching violently off the wood as a wave of intense, liquid heat filled me completely.

My hands slammed onto his broad, muscular shoulders as my body clamped around his massive length.

Gideon thrusted his head back, screaming in pure, agonizing humiliation as he was forced to watch every thrust from inches away. "Stop it! Stop! Don’t do this in front of me!"

Drake didn’t slow down. He set a hard, punishing rhythm, his hips snapping forward, driving deep into my sweet spot again and again.

The loud, heavy slap of skin against skin echoed off the damp stone walls, mixed with my uninhibited, needy whimpers and the metallic clinking of the chains as Gideon thrashed around.

He tried to close his eyes but Drake’s guards helped him open his eyes so he was forced to watch us.

"Tell them," Drake growled, his teeth grazing my collarbone as he picked up the pace, driving me higher and higher toward the edge. "Tell your stepfather who owns you, Lysander."

"You..." I sobbed out, my mouth open in a breathless gasp, my eyes rolling back as the climax coiled tight in my stomach. "Only you, Drake! Ah... Drake!"

Drake let out a low, guttural roar as he drove into me three more times, sinking as deep as he could go before pouring his hot seed deep inside my core, sealing the bond further. I shattered completely, my inner walls pulsing tightly around him as my body shook with rolling, blissful spasms.

He held me tight against his chest for a long minute, letting our heavy breathing fill the silent chamber.

Slowly, he slid out of me, adjusting my clothes with gentle, steady care before lifting me off the table and setting my feet safely on the floor.

On the pedestal, Darius’s face was pale, his eyes hollowed out with rage and disgust.

"Are you done now?" He rasped out through the speaker, his voice shaking. "Are you satisfied with your little show?"

Drake stepped over to the phone, looking down into the camera with a cold, terrifying smile.

"Not quite," Drake said softly.

Before Darius or Gideon could react, he reached out, caught Gideon by the chin and the crown of his head, and twisted violently to the right.

CRACK.

The sickening sound of snapping bone echoed like a gunshot in the small stone cell.

Gideon’s body instantly went limp in the iron chains, his head lolling at an unnatural angle, his empty eyes staring blankly at the floorboards.

"NO! GIDEON! NOOOO!" Darius’s frantic, horrifying screams exploded out of the phone speaker, echoing wildly off the cold stone walls of the dungeon as Drake calmly tapped the screen, ending the call and plunging the room into total silence.

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