Savannah's Submission

Chapter 6

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 loved 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 was 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 down, 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 quietly 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 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 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 you 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, they heard a car door slam. 

"s**t. Kelli's home early." He said, pulling out of her mouth.

"f**k, man. I'm coming and I don't think I can stop." Cole said, spilling inside her.

Brad pulled up his shorts and sighed, "Keep her quiet. I'm nowhere near being done with her."

Brad walked out of his room and scanned the house. Was his paranoia playing with his head? He was sure that Kelli came home. He leaned up against the wall and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he blinked. Surely his eyes were deceiving him. He was looking into the eyes of the spitting image of himself. 

"No." He whispered.

"Well, hello brother. It seems you've been busy."

"But you... it can't be."

"I assure you I'm very real. Does sister know you've been banging her best friend?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Well, you better come up with something quick. Kelli is on her way home."

Brad and Kelli thought their brother was announced a still birth child. At least, that's what their parents told them when they were alive. Now, he just pops out of thin air and lets his presence be known. All that was on his mind was Savannah and Cole in the other room. Hopefully, he'd untied her and was both fully dressed. 

A few weeks have passed and Kelli is barely home. Savannah had hardly seen her. When she did, Kelli claimed she was tired from work. Savannah knew better. The hickey on Kelli's neck told her otherwise. Not that it bothered her. It gave her more time to be ravished by two men.

"Brad, I'm worried about your sister."

"She's fine," Brad assured her.

"But…"

Brad pressed his finger against her lips and said. "She's fine."

Cole strolled in, a bottle of wine in hand and said. "Guess who I saw at the club last night?"

"Who?" Brad asked.

"Kelli. Are you aware of your sister's extracurricular activities? "

"She's her own person. Kelli can do as she pleases."

Brad could care less if Kelli was indulging in the kinky lifestyle. If it meant he could have more time with Savannah, that's all that mattered.

Of course, he already knew Kelli attended the b**m club.

Cole popped the cork and took a sip of wine, letting out a low moan. "Mmm, so good and sweet."

"Better than Savannah's p***y?"

"No, her p***y is sweeter."

Brad slid his hand between Savannah's thighs and brushed his finger along her bare slit. She was already so wet. Savannah's head fell back when Brad's rough fingers dipped inside her. He delved deeper in her depths, making her soft moans fill the room.

"More, Daddy."

Cole set the bottle down and wrapped his hand around her wrist, peppering her with kisses. Cole released her wrist to cup her breast, his supple fingers teasing the sensitive tip.

"I'm going to come," she moaned as her hips rocked in rhythm to Brad's fingers.

"Come," Brad growled his fingers f****d her tight hole.

"Ohmygod, Daddy!" Savannah cried out.

Brad withdrew his fingers and pressed the pads across her lips. She darted out her tongue desperate to taste herself. Brad clicked his tongue and said. "Let Cole have a taste. "

Savannah turned to Brad and kissed him. Cole groaned and wrapped his hand around her neck. His tongue slid between her lips, wrestling with her tongue. Cole's growl let her know who was dominating who. He craved her submission and she desperately wanted to be controlled by two men.

Her two daddies.