Wicked Empress: The Onic Empire, Book 4 (31 page)

Viltori noticed. With a smirk, he turned to Bithia and asked, “You like to watch, don’t you, Bithia?”

Even below the covers, she shivered at Viltori’s words. His voice carried such intensity that Drahka shivered too. Authority oozed from his tone, as if none would be foolish enough to ever disobey him. Regardless of his time lost to them, he’d forgotten nothing. Two things pushed Bithia into a state of sexual torment: lusty words and watching two men. Viltori had crafted a scenario that would give her both.

“Remember when you interrupted us that day in the room of mirrors?”

Understanding hit. Bithia clutched the covers tighter and nodded.

“I’ve never really forgiven you for that.” Viltori lowered his face but kept his gaze upon her while he cupped his cock in the palm of one hand. “I wanted to watch his muscular arm work that massive prick into a great, gushing climax.” While holding himself, he slipped one knee on the bed. “I wanted to watch Drahka lose control.” With amazing agility, he pulled his other knee onto the surface of the bed. “I wanted to see his head go back as he grimaced, come splattering along his hairy chest.”

Drahka knew Viltori intended to talk to arouse Bithia, but he had no idea what he was going to say. Until now. He was already hard enough to fell a tree, but Viltori’s words only increased the pressure throbbing through his body. Holding to their newly founded agreement was going to take every shred of self-control he possessed. Each time he took a breath, he could smell Bithia on his lips. Snaking out his tongue, he tasted her musky sweetness, causing a drop of come to pearl at the head of his cock.

Slowly, as he spoke, Viltori worked his way up the bed, his golden hair gleaming. Drahka’s eyes were drawn down to the dark hair along his legs, around his cock, still clutched in one hand. Viltori held his prick like a tool. One he longed to wield upon the woman below him. His ability to resist her impressed Drahka and reminded him of Rown. If not for having Viltori at his side, Drahka would damn the consequences and impale Bithia upon his shaft.

Bithia’s gaze darted between them as her breathing accelerated. Panting as if she were running, she struggled to sit up, but that was when Viltori pounced. Letting go of his prick, he leapt upon her hips, pinning her down into the bed, using the coverings to capture her completely.

Leaning close, he whispered, “Did you really think we were done with you, my lady?” He smiled, then licked her lips slowly with the tip of his tongue. “Did you think I would make you climax only once?” Sliding up until his cock was tantalizingly close to her mouth, Viltori cupped her chin, his thumb working her lower lip, his intent clear. “I want to make you scream with pleasure. I want you to beg for my prick and then watch me give it to him.”

Bithia’s gaze shot to the end of the bed. Drahka stood very still, letting her look at him as Viltori had told him to do. Was he seriously going to fuck him while Bithia watched? That wasn’t what they had agreed to. That seemed almost cruel. If she could not have their cocks within her body, they should refrain too. Still, Drahka kept his mouth closed, curious as to where Viltori would go. What he said and what he did could be two different things.

“Would you like to watch that?” Viltori leaned up just enough to rub the tip of his cock against Bithia’s lower lip. “Would you like to watch me pound my prick into Drahka’s tight ass?”

Bithia nodded, causing a bit of his head to slip inside her mouth. Viltori hissed as he quickly drew in a breath between clenched teeth. His control was wavering. Drahka could feel it. Watching him tease Bithia was making Drahka’s balls ache. He wanted to taste the tip of Viltori’s prick. He wanted to ram his cock deep into him. Needs and longings swirled through his mind in a confusing whirlwind. Still, Drahka held his position at the foot of the bed, just as he and Viltori had agreed he would. Somehow, he knew that if he lost control, Viltori would rapidly lose his. He had no idea what they would do in that state of crazed arousal.

“I’ll bet he’s as unyielding as a fist inside. Tight and hot and just as greedy grasping as you are,” Viltori said. Bithia’s eyes closed as her lips parted on a moan. Before she could slip her tongue around him, Viltori pulled his cock away. “Oh, no, my lady. Not for you. We have something special for you.”

Viltori cast his gaze over his shoulder. Eyes gleaming with mischief and control that hung by a bare thread, he nodded to Drahka.

Reaching down under the bed, Drahka removed a small box of items. When he dropped the cache of goods on the bed, Bithia’s eyes flew open.

“I wonder what’s in the box?” Viltori asked playfully. With a quick command, he reactivated the wires that encircled Bithia’s nipples. Thrusting her breasts up against the cover exposed how hard her nipples were. Chuckling, Viltori tweaked them further. “Did you think I had forgotten about these?”

Bithia writhed below the crimson blankets. Her moans only aggravated Drahka’s heightened senses. He could smell her, he could taste her, and more than anything he wanted to be inside her. What they had in mind would be a pale substitute for the slick-crushing feel of her glory.

As Drahka lifted the covers, he regretted his deal with Viltori. A new frustration caused his brows to settle low over his eyes. Viltori was always deciding what they would do. He liked being in charge and, so far, Drahka had willingly let him lead, but now, Drahka wanted to command Viltori. Maybe not for always, but this night, he wanted him bound and tormented. Drahka had a feeling it was the one thing Viltori had never allowed anyone to do to him. After his lie of omission earlier, this would be the perfect revenge.

With his back to him, Drahka realized he could easily overpower Viltori, restrain him and then do whatever he pleased. However, he would need help to immobilize him. Viltori might be smaller, but he was strong. Drahka had a feeling he would fight. For some reason that thought only excited Drahka more. Forcing him to submit to his will was a heady notion, just as it had been when they’d discussed doing it to Bithia.

Once he had exposed Bithia’s long legs, Drahka grasped her ankles and pushed up, pretending he was going to bind her, but instead, he caught her gaze. Holding up the restraints, he shook his head, glanced at Viltori and then nodded. Bithia flashed her understanding with a quick blink and a nod that she masked by struggling.

“Are they on?” Just as Viltori turned to look, Drahka grasped his arms and slapped the metal restraints around his wrists. “By the gods!” Viltori climbed to his knees, clearly panicked.

Drahka wrapped his arms around his chest, encompassing his bound arms, and squeezed, lifting him up and then pushing him over, face down on the bed.

“Don’t fight me, Viltori.” Just as he did to Bithia, Drahka leaned close. Placing his lips right to his ear, he said, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“This isn’t what we agreed to.” Viltori struggled in earnest.

Calmly sitting on his buttocks, holding him down with the sheer weight of his body, Drahka said, “I changed my mind.”

Bithia settled next to him, her eyes alight with the erotic possibilities. Nuzzling Viltori’s ear with her lips, she asked, “What’s wrong, teacher? Don’t you like seeing your student become so adept?”

Struggling and snarling, Viltori whipped his head from side to side. He bucked his hips trying to throw Drahka off. Each time he did, he jostled Drahka’s prick, which he made a point of rubbing against his back. Growling with frustration, Viltori went limp when he realized that Drahka held him down without straining himself at all.

“What are you going to do to me?” The bed muffled his dejected voice.

“Anything I want.” Drahka turned to Bithia. Calling her close, he murmured instructions into her ear so Viltori could not hear. Flashing him a grin, she readied everything they would need to fully restrain Viltori. Watching her move about, her face flushed with excitement as the wires continued to hum and tease her breasts, almost pushed him over the edge. Determined to make this moment count, Drahka took several calming breaths.

Releasing one wrist, Drahka lifted Viltori’s captured hand while Bithia helped him lift the other. Clicking the restraints back on, he rolled Viltori over. Now he straddled his chest. Drahka realized he could swing his bound hands down, so he moved up higher on his chest, using his legs to hold his arms up. This position also placed his cock very close to Viltori’s mouth. Viltori was angry, but he wasn’t going to bite. While he held Viltori firmly captured, Bithia tried to bind his legs, but he kicked, dislodging her hands. He wasn’t trying to hurt her, but he refused to assist her in binding him.

“Going to make this difficult, are you?” Drahka leaned back, captured Viltori’s legs, and held them while Bithia pushed the soles of his feet together and encased his ankles in the restraints. Once they were locked into place, Viltori stopped struggling. There was no point now. The way the restrains worked, he could not bring his legs together, or even get to his knees, not with the soles of his feet touching. Viltori had gotten aroused just holding the device and describing its use to Drahka earlier today. He seemed shocked to find himself captive by the same implement.

Drahka scooted back a bit on Viltori’s chest, staring down at his friend’s flashing eyes. A thousand future punishments lurked in his gaze, and Drahka would gladly take them all to have this one moment of mastery.

Cupping his chin, he teased his thumb along Viltori’s lips, just as he had done to Bithia. “Do you want to watch him suck my cock?” He looked at Viltori, but asked the question to Bithia.

Leaning near, she considered Drahka’s cock, Viltori’s lips, as if debating the issue. “Yes, I think he would look very good with your cock in his mouth. But first—” Bithia slipped the twin wires from her nipples and placed them on his. Arching below Drahka’s body, Viltori released a groan that vibrated Drahka’s balls. Mockingly, Bithia asked, “Did you think I’d forgotten about these?”

“I’ll make both of you pay for this.” Viltori’s hair was a tousled mass of gold, which only highlighted the soft brown of his eyes. Despite his blustering, he was hard, because Drahka could feel the tip of his cock against his right buttock. When he moved, he created a small circle of wetness against his flesh, which flashed multiple scenarios through his mind. He could do so much to Viltori, especially with Bithia’s help.

“Then we better make the most of the time we have with you.” Sliding his hips forward, Drahka teased the tip of his cock along Viltori’s lips. Opening his mouth as if to bite, Viltori flashed a nasty grin, then darted his tongue out, swiping the textured flesh along his taut foreskin. “Tell me how much you love the taste of my cock.” When Viltori refused, Drahka pulled back, holding his prick just out of reach. “Tell me.”

Teeth gritted, eyes glittering, Viltori swore, “I love the taste of your cock.”

“Tell me you want to suck it.”

“I want to suck it dry.”

Smiling down, Drahka said, “You’re a good student.”

“You don’t have to bind me to have me do this.”

“I know, but this is so much more interesting.” Holding his face in both his massive hands, Drahka placed his cock against his lips. When Viltori opened his mouth to speak, Drahka thrust his cock within, loving the hot, wet feel of Viltori’s mouth. Despite his snarling and occasional resistance, Viltori was more aroused than Drahka had ever seen him.

Bithia climbed behind Drahka, nestling her cunt right atop Viltori’s cock, tormenting him in a whole new way. “Do you feel how slick I am?” She leaned around Drahka’s chest to peer at Viltori. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

Drahka wanted to caution her not to take him inside, but she seemed to grasp the rules of the game. They commanded him, but they wouldn’t make him do anything he didn’t actually wish to do. Given the greedy way he was sucking at Drahka’s cock, he clearly wanted to continue.

Sliding her hand around Drahka’s hip, she captured his cock, holding the shaft as she pressed her body against his back. Softly she said, “It’s like it’s mine.” Nudging him forward, she pushed the tip deeper into Viltori’s hungry mouth. “It’s like he’s sucking my cock.” Back and forth Bithia worked their bodies along Viltori’s chest, her cunt sliding along as Drahka’s cock moved in and out of Viltori’s mouth.

On the verge of climax, Drahka pulled back. Just as Viltori had done, Drahka whispered, “No, my teacher, we are not done yet. You won’t be finished so quickly.”

Disappointment darkened his gaze. Drahka climbed off him but stayed close, settling back on his knees while Bithia teased her cunt fully along Viltori’s cock.

“What is it you love to say?” Leaning forward, Bithia teased her nipples against Viltori’s chest as she spoke. “Ah, yes. My sweet, hot cunt.” Sliding her hands up his bound arms, she captured his wrists, placing her face within kissing distance of him.

Drahka loved seeing the contrast of their bodies—Bithia so dark compared to Viltori. Her hair was short black spikes and his was masses of tangled blond curls. Her body curvy and plush, his hard and strong. If he could, he would do them both at the same time. Instead, he settled back, watching Bithia drive Viltori into madness. As she kissed him, she whispered more erotic words against his mouth.

“I want you inside me so badly. The walls of my sex weep for you.” All this while she continued gliding up and down.

Viltori closed his eyes in frustration and begged her for surcease.

“So many times you’ve teased me beyond rational thought. It seems fair I do the same to you.”

Below her, he strained up, as if he moved at just the right time he could plunge inside her, but Bithia managed to move away right before he could. Sighs of disappointment became furious growls of frustration.

“There it is. The anger.” Bithia leaned up, settling herself atop him as she cupped her breasts. “That’s what I want to see. You deny me? Now I deny you.”

Bound hands clenched into fists, Viltori swore, “When the day comes, my lady, and trust me, it will come, when the day comes for me to fill your cunt with my cock, I’m going to pound into you so hard you will never, ever forget that moment.”