u/KimberlyPossible9

he made the mistake of asking permission. cute of him. i don't ask, i tell, and what i told him was that he wasn't going anywhere when he finished.

i'd been in one of those moods all day where i wanted to be a problem, and this specific problem had been building for a while. he's the careful type, always reaching for the little foil packet, always doing the responsible pull-out thing right at the end like a good boy. i decided i was done with thatt. i'd already checked, i knew exactly where i was in my cycle, and that's precisely why i wanted it.

so i didn't tell him about the timing, i just made sure there was nothing between us and dared him with a look to say something about it. he didn't. of course he didn't.

right at the end i felt him start to pull back, that instinct, and i locked my legs around him and dug my heels in and said no, right here, and squeezed until he had no say in it at all. watching that panic-then-surrender thing happen on his face while he emptied into me exactly where i wanted was bet

then i held him there and told him to stay put, because i wasn't letting a drop of that go to waste.

he asked, all shaky, if that was okay. babe. it was the entire point.

the thing about being handed off between two guys is you turn into a full on slut and pretty much immediatly lose control of your inhibitions.

i'd been flirting with both of them all night, playing them off each other because it's funny and because i wanted to see who'd get territorial first. neither did. that was the surprise. they kind of looked at each other and decided to share instead of compete, which annoyed me for about four se

we ended up back at one of their places and i made the mistake of being smug about it, said something like 'so which one of you is actually gonna do something' and one of them just grabbed a fistful of my hair and bent me over the arm of the couch like that answered the question. it did.

so there's one behind me and one standing in front and i realized pretty quick they'd already worked out that i talk too much and the fastest fix is to keep my mouth busy. every time i tried to get a bratty comment out one of them would give me a reason not to finish the sentence. i went from r

they took turns. traded me back and forth like i was a thing to be passed around and i'm not going to pretend that didn't do something for me, being handled by two sets of hands, one holding me down while the other used me. i lost track of which one was which and stopped caring.

by the end i had marks on my hips from both of them and zero clever things left to say.

worst part is i think i'm addicted to mfms now. i'm already asking when they're down to do it again.

i knew exactly what i was doing when i started running my mouth. that's the part nobody gets. i wasn't being difficult by accident, i wanted him to do something about it.

he'd told me to be good like three times already and i kept giving him this look, the one that says make me, because honestly that's the only thing i actually want. so when he finally grabbed both my wrists and pinned them over my head i did the smug little laugh on purpose just to see how far i could

turns out not far. he grabbed the tie off the back of the chair and had my hands bound to the headboard before i finished being clever about it, and the second i couldn't move them i felt that stupid greedy drop in my stomach that i pretend i don't have.

'still got a lot to say?' he asked, and i did, i had plenty, so he put his hand around my throat just enough and told me to try again. i couldn't do anything but take it after that. every time i tried to be a brat he'd slow all the way down until i was the one whining, which is humiliating and

he fucked me hard enough that the headboard was hitting the wall and i couldn't cover my mouth or hold onto anything, just my wrists straining against the tie and me making sounds i would absolutely deny in daylight. he made me say please. i hate saying please. i said it anyway, more than on

when he finally let me finish i was shaking and my wrists had marks and i was already thinking about how to earn it again.

i'm not sorry. i'll do it again next week and mouth off worse.