Yes, Daddies

We've got you

Asena

Caspian's mouth descends, and the first stroke of his tongue against my oversensitive flesh makes me jolt.

"Wait…" I gasp, trying to close my legs, but his hands grip my thighs, holding them open.

"Relax, sweetheart," he murmurs against my skin. "I'm just going to taste you. That's all."

"That's all?" I repeat breathlessly, my mind still reeling from the orgasm he just gave me with his fingers.

"For now." His smile is wicked before his mouth finds me again.

Behind me, Zavian's hand tightens on my throat, not choking, just possessive, while his other hand plays with my breast through my bra.

"That's it, doll," Zavian murmurs in my ear. "Let him taste what's ours. Let him learn what makes this virgin p***y quiver."

The word 'virgin' makes me tense.

Caspian lifts his head, his eyes locking on mine with dark satisfaction.

"We know, sweetheart," he says softly. "We know you've never been touched like this. Never been f****d. That pathetic ex of yours didn't deserve to be your first."

"But we do," Zavian adds, his breath hot against my neck. "And when you're ready, when you beg us for it, we're going to ruin you for anyone else."

"I'm not… I don't…" But my protest dies when Caspian's tongue circles my c**t again, slow and deliberate.

"Shh," Zavian soothes. "Tonight isn't about taking your virginity, little mouse. Tonight is about showing you what pleasure feels like. What your body has been starving for."

Caspian's mouth works me with devastating skill, not aggressive, but thorough. Learning exactly what makes me gasp and moan.

"So responsive," he murmurs between strokes. "So f*****g sweet."

Zavian's fingers find my n****e through the lace, pinching lightly, and the dual sensation makes my back arch.

"That's our girl," Zavian praises. "Look how beautifully you respond to us."

I'm climbing again, impossibly fast despite just having come apart. Caspian's tongue is relentless, circling and sucking while his hands hold my trembling thighs open.

"Please, " I don't even know what I'm begging for.

"Please what?" Caspian lifts his head just enough to speak. "Please stop? Or please make you come again?"

I whimper, unable to form words.

"Use your words, sweetheart," he commands. "Tell me what you want."

"Don't stop," I gasp out. "Please don't stop."

"Good girl. I won't."

His mouth returns with renewed intensity, and when he adds one finger, just one, carefully, sliding inside while his tongue focuses on my c**t, I shatter.

The second orgasm is different from the first. This one is deeper and longer and it's pulling sounds from my throat that I've never made before. Heck before now, I never thought that I was capable of making such sounds.

I shake violently in Zavian's arms while Caspian works me through every aftershock.

"f**k, she's beautiful when she comes," Zavian breathes, his hand gentle on my throat now, just holding.

Caspian finally pulls back, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to my inner thigh before looking up at me with dark satisfaction.

"How do you feel?" He asks.

I can't answer. Can't form coherent thoughts. Tears leak from my eyes, not from pain, but from the overwhelming sensation.

"Shh, you did so well," Zavian soothes, turning my face toward his. He kisses away the tears. "Such a good girl for us." He is so gentle that I wonder where the man who would always bully me in school went.

They shift me carefully, and suddenly Zavian is the one kneeling between my legs while Caspian takes his place behind me.

"My turn," Zavian says, his voice dropping to that dangerous register.

"Wait! I can't… no more…" Panic flares through the pleasure-haze.

"Just one more," Zavian promises, his hands sliding up my trembling thighs. "Just let me taste you once, doll. Then we'll take you home."

"Home?" I echo weakly.

"Our home," Caspian clarifies from behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist to hold me steady. "You're staying with us tonight."

I should protest. Should insist they take me to my apartment but then, Zavian's mouth finds me and rational thought becomes impossible.

Where Caspian was thorough and demanding, Zavian is devastatingly gentle. His tongue moves with maddening precision, never rushing, just learning every sensitive spot.

"So sweet," he murmurs against my flesh. "Like honey and sin."

Caspian's hands cup my breasts, kneading gently while his mouth finds my neck.

"That's it," he whispers. "Let him worship this pretty virgin p***y. Let him show you how good we can make you feel."

I'm trembling again, climbing toward something that feels different and bigger, than the first two.

"Please… Zavian… I can't…"

"Yes, you can," he insists, his tongue circling my c**t while one careful finger slides inside. "Come for me, Asena. Let me feel you fall apart on my tongue."

The third orgasm breaks me completely. I sob openly as it crashes through me, longer and more intense than the others. My whole body convulses, and Caspian has to hold me upright while Zavian works me through every trembling aftershock.

When Zavian finally pulls back, I'm boneless and shaking, completely wrecked.

"Perfect," Zavian breathes, pressing kisses up my thigh. "Absolutely perfect."

I can barely keep my eyes open. Everything feels heavy and distant. Caspian disappears briefly, returning with a bottle of water and a warm towel.

"Drink," he orders gently, holding the bottle to my lips.

I obey because I don't have the strength to argue. The water helps ground me slightly.

Zavian cleans me with the towel, careful and thorough around my sensitive flesh, and the tenderness makes fresh tears leak from my eyes.

"You did so well," he murmurs. "Such a good girl for us."

They help me into my dress, though my legs shake so badly I can barely stand. I notice with distant awareness that they're both still fully clothed. Still hard. Still unsatisfied.

"What about you?" I whisper.

"Tonight was about you," Caspian says simply. "About showing you pleasure. About making you forget that bastard."

"Did it work?" Zavian asks, though the satisfaction in his eyes says he knows the answer.

I can barely remember Matteo's name.

"Yes," I admit.

"Good." Caspian lifts me easily into his arms. "Now we're taking you home."

"I should go to my apartment…"

"No," Zavian says firmly. "You're coming with us. You're in no condition to be alone tonight."

I should protest. Should insist but I'm too exhausted, and some part of me doesn't want to be alone.

So I let my head fall against Caspian's shoulder as they carry me out of the VIP room, through the still-pulsing club, and into the cool night air where a sleek black car waits.

Caspian slides into the backseat with me still in his arms. Zavian takes the seat beside us.

As the car glides through Vegas streets, Zavian's hand finds mine.

"Sleep," he murmurs. "We've got you."