Savannah's Submission

Chapter 5

Savannah hummed as she rummaged through the refrigerator. She was on cloud nine, remembering how it felt being taken by two men. If you would've asked her a week ago about being double teamed by two men, she would've said hell no. But now, she was addicted to the feeling of it. She loved it... craved it. Cole stood at the door and grinned. His eyes raked over her body, wanting to bend her over the counter and have his way with her. Brad had gone out to pick up her collar and gave Cole strict orders to keep a good eye on her. 

Savannah turned around and gasped, "Cole!"

"Babygirl, did you miss Daddy?"

Savannah nodded, "Yes."

Cole stepped into the room, closing the space between them. He took her chin between his index finger and thumb, tilting back her head. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Cole's c**k thickened at how submissive Savannah was. Savannah bit her lips, knowing that Cole was horny for her. He walked her to the counter, pressing her back against it. She widened her eyes as he leaned his hips into her, his swelling member pressed against her belly. 

"You like teasing, don't you?" Cole said, tugging his sweatpants down. 

"Where's Brad?" She asked.

"Don't worry about that. Daddy Cole is here to keep you company."

"But..."

"Take off your panties, Babygirl."

"Yes, Daddy," Savannah said, sliding her panties down.

"I've f****d this and this," Cole said, gripping her ass and brushing a finger across her lips. "But I haven't had the chance to f**k this pussy."

"What about Brad?" Savannah asked.

"Remember Babygirl, when he's not here... I keep you company."

"But that's only when he leaves for business. I thought..."

"Are you talking back to me?"

"No, Cole... I mean, Daddy."

"That's a good girl. Now, get on your knees and show me how sorry you are."

Savannah lowered her body, sinking to her knees. Cole's c**k pressed into her cheek as he pumped himself. To say she was turned on was an understatement. She was beyond horny... wanting him to take her over the counter and have his way with her. 

Savannah parted her lips and ran her tongue over the head. Cole gripped her head and hissed. "f**k it."

Cole pulled her up and twisted her body around, making her gasp in surprise. He pushed her over the counter and leaned down next to her ear, "I'm gonna sample your sweet p***y and see just how good it feels wrapped around my cock."

Cole lined the tip of his c**k at her entrance and thrust without hesitation. She threw her head back, moaning in response. Cole sucked in a breath, hissing out as he pumped her full of his c**k. "s**t, Babygirl. Brad was right to keep you to himself all this time."

"Yes, Cole!" Savannah breathed out.

"Call me Daddy, little girl," Cole growled, thrusting his hips harder as he slapped her ass.

"Daddy, more... f**k me harder!" She screamed out.

"Shh, not so loud. We wouldn't want the neighbors to hear." Cole covered her mouth to suppress her moans.

"Mmmph." She let out a whimper as he continued to slam into her over and over. 

Savannah's body was like his puppet to control. His little f**k doll. Her whimpers and moans could be heard as he let his dominant side out and take her over the counter. She was a quivering mess... her thighs shaking as he brought her over the edge. She wanted to be dominated harder than she ever had before. 

"Dirty girl, you came without permission. Do you know what that means?"

Savannah shook her head viciously, not being able to say a word. Her body was still convulsing from her orgasm. Cole pulled away and slipped out of her, making her cry out.

"No, please... I'm sorry!" 

"Just you wait till Brad comes back home. Then, you'll be sorry for coming."

Brad stepped into the house with a plastic bag in hand. He'd bought a new collar and leash for his Babygirl. He looked searched the house, but couldn't find Cole or Savannah anywhere. Just as soon as he stepped into his room, he spotted Savannah. Her hands were bound. On her knees, ass up in the air. Naked and waiting... which only meant one thing. She'd done something naughty. He walked up behind her, setting the bag on the bed next to her. He leaned over her and whispered in her ear, "Daddy's home, Babygirl. Why are you tied up? Were you good or bad?"

"I-I'm... I'm sorry, Daddy. I tried so hard to be a good girl for you."

"Tell me what you did. Maybe I can let it slide... just this once."

"Daddy Cole was taking me over the counter and I... I came without permission."

"I think I can think of a few ways to let you make up for it." Brad reached into the bag, "I have a present for you. This is your collar... you will wear it in the bedroom at all times. I have another collar that you will wear during the day, so my sister doesn't suspect."

Brad took the collar and wrapped it around her neck, fastening it. "You look so perfect... so beautiful with this around your neck."

"Thank you for my gift, Daddy," Savannah whispered.

"Where's Cole, Babygirl?"

Savannah shook her head, "I don't know. I think he's in the bathroom."

Brad looked down and smiled. The leather crop was calling for him to pick it up. He wanted to mark her delicious skin with it. He picked it up and traced it down her back, goosebumps rising on her flesh. Her silent whimpers could be heard like a whisper. Savannah squirmed, brushing against his c**k as he leaned over her. He brushed his lips against her neck and whispered, "Are you wet for me, Babygirl?"

Her responsiveness made Brad's c**k twitch as she nodded her head. She was excited, but so was Brad. Cole smirked as he looked at Savannah's face. She was back to being Daddy's little w***e. She may be bowing to the two men, but it was her that held all the power. Savannah moaned as he pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, making him wrap his hand around her hair and tug. Hard and fast.

"Tell me, little girl. Do you need to be punished, or is this torture enough for you."

"Punish me, Daddy. Dominate me and show me who's in charge."

"You're playing with fire, Babygirl."

"I say we give our w***e what she wants, Brad. Let's show her what she's begging ups to do to her." Cole said, pulling down his sweatpants. She would know what it meant to be used in every way. 

Savannah's eyes dropped down to Cole's midsection and licked her lips. She wanted him... badly. Brad traced the crop down her neck, down to her breasts. Each touch was making her beg him with her eyes. She arched her back as Cole cupped her cheek, forcing her to look into his eyes. She was bound to the mattress for both dominant men. 

Brad raised the crop and smacked it against her flesh, making her n*****s pebble. "Are you our little w***e?"

She whispered, "Yes."

Cole leaned over Savannah and crushed his lips against hers. Her whimpers could be heard as Brad tortured her body with the leather. It danced against her flushed skin. Then, another strike to her without warning.

"Mmm... it hurts so good, Daddy." 

Brad put the crop down and reached into the bag again. This time, he pulled out two small silver hoops. They were just small enough to clamp her perky n*****s. Savannah clenched her fists, pulling against the restraints as Brad toyed with her right n****e. It sent a jolt into her chest down to her c**t. She could feel him slide the hoop over her n****e and tug it through the cold metal. 

"Harder, Daddy." She cried out, throwing her head back. 

Brad moved his hand over to her left breast and tweak it between his thumb and index finger. Again, she cried out for him. "Please, Daddy!"

"Beautiful." Brad murmured. 

Brad untied her ankles and wrapped a padded leather cuff around them. He then reached down and picked up a spreader bar. Brad clipped it to the hoops on the inside of her ankles. Cole looked down and grinned. Savannah was a sight for sore eyes. Bound to Brad's bed. They could do anything they wanted. Not that she would complain. She would love every touch from Cole and Brad. 

"Open your mouth, Babygirl," Cole said, holding a ball gag in front of her face.

She opened her mouth and he shoved the ball in her mouth. She silently whimpered as he secured it to the back of her head. Now that she was prepared for Cole and Brad, they were going to turn her into a filthy little w***e.

Brad held the bar and spread it out further until her p***y was bare. He then pulled her legs up over her head. Cole grabbed it and tied it to the rope attached to the headboard. Brad knelt his face in front of her throbbing p***y. 

He exhaled, blowing softly on her c**t and whispered. "Already so wet for her Daddies."

Cole chuckled as Savannah moaned through the gag. She begged Brad with her eyes. Just a simple touch would set her on fire. Brad ran his finger between her slit and looked up to her bound form. She was so horny for her Daddies. Cole took his c**k in his hand and slapped her cheek. He knew she wanted to be filled up by them. They both wanted to wait until she was on the verge of tears. Until she couldn't take it anymore.

"Cole, her cunt is dripping with lust."

"I know. I can see it in her eyes."

Brad grabbed her ass, palming it in his large hands. She felt so good as she kneaded her flesh. He raked his eyes over her once again. Sweat dripped from her face as her chest rose and fell rapidly. Brad slipped two fingers and pumped her p***y. He curled his fingers, making her whimper from behind the ball. He retracted his fingers and told Cole, "Take the gag out. Savannah is going to find out how good she tastes."

Cole removed the gag and threw it down next to her head. Brad stepped to the side and nodded towards Cole, "I do believe you're dying to dip your c**k inside her p***y. Go for it."

Brad held his fingers to Savannah's mouth and said, "Taste yourself, Babygirl."

Savannah parted her lips and took his fingers in her mouth. Brad began to thrust his digits as if it was his c**k. She moaned as she greedily sucked the juices off his fingers. Her lips tightened around him as he wrapped his free hand around her neck. He retracted his fingers, making her whimper. She darted her tongue along with his fingertips. 

His grip tightened as she silently begged him, "Please, Daddy. May I suck your c**k?"

"Babygirl, do you think you deserve Daddy's c**k in your mouth?"

"Yes."

"I want to f**k this mouth, while Cole samples your p***y for the first time."

"f**k, it's tight," Cole growled, slamming into her over and over. 

Brad pulled down his shorts and forced Savannah's head to the side. She opened her mouth, making Brad shove himself inside her hot mouth. She moaned as Cole continued to assault her p***y. Every thrust was like setting fire to the rain. Making her body convulse as the headboard hit the wall. Just as Cole was about to come, he pulled out and shot his c*m on her back.