Where Dreams Lie

Even though you’d been the one to lock the office door, there’s still a prickle of fear running down your spine at the thought of someone walking in on you even at this last hour. Jessica must not share your concern, as she only laps harder and harder at your folds the more you tense up.

With her head firmly buried between your legs, it’s hard to close them up any more than she allows. The edge of her desk bites against the backs of your thighs with the more squirming you do, and the pain only adds to your pleasure as she drags the underside of her tongue down the length of your slit.

More gasps and moans force their way out of your bitten lips and out of reflex, you clamp a hand over your mouth to stop the sounds from reaching distant ears. Jessica’s got other ideas, apparently, and after only a matter of seconds she’s drawing away from your cunt and reaching up to grasp your wrist tightly before she drags it away from your mouth.

“Don’t you dare.” She states flatly, eyes burning into yours as she meets your gaze. Her lips are slick with your arousal and her eyes wide with lust as she climbs up off her knees to lean into you, and ghost her lips over your trembling ones as she speaks. “I wanna hear every noise that comes out of that gorgeous little mouth, you hear?”

A weak nod is all you can muster up, but it’s enough for her. She smiles, and kisses you hungrily with a nip to your bottom lip to make you whine as she draws away. You don’t realise she’s got her hand between your legs until she begins teasing her fingers along your slit, and a jagged gasp leaves your lips as she pushes two of her fingers inside only to curl them up in a way that makes stars dance across your vision.

The coolness of the blade’s surface contrasts with the flushed warmth of your skin, and makes the sensation all the more captivating. Sanchez certainly must think so, as he watches with rapt attention while the guides the blade down the valley of your breasts.

Try as you may, no matter how hard you control your breathing there’s no stopping the adrenaline that flushes through you at every glance of the blade off of your skin. He holds it close to your chest, with the flat of the knife soothing across your skin but not hard enough to leave a mark as he drags it down the length of your chest.

He stops when the knife is just below your sternum. He’s already teased it around the curves of both your breasts, and laid the flat of the blade across your nipples to force a particularly loud gasp from your lips and to harden the supple flesh, and now he lets the flat of the blade dawdle across your stuttering chest as he lowers himself down to your clenched thighs.

With the same ease that he’s teased you with the blade, he guides you to open your legs for him. He slots himself between them and, with a warning to stay still, he lowers his face to your slick cunt and begins to lick at your wet folds. The stimulation is immediate, and only for the eerie presence of the blade upon your skin you’d be thrashing underneath him.

Hondo’s hand wraps itself around the column of your throat, just light enough to draw your attention back to him as Tan’s pace begins to stutter. Hondo thumbs at your bottom lip, relishing in the fucked-out look in your eyes, even as Tan’s hands grip bruisingly at your hips and he buries himself inside of you to the hilt as he comes.

Tan grows slack and falls against you, wrapping his arms loosely around you as the two of your come down from your highs. Hondo pets through Tan’s hair as he praises the both of you, trying to ignore just how hard the sight is making him even after you’d spent so long taking him in your mouth.

But as the three of you are winding down, the rest of your partners are only getting started. Across the room, Deacon’s getting teased and tormented to the high heavens by Chris who's taking her sweet time riding his painfully hard cock while she gets her fill.

Hank’s grip on your hips is nothing short of bruising, as is the pace he sets with his thrusts. Each snap of his hips sends yours jutting into the blunt edge of his desk, the pain of which only adds to the pleasure coursing through you.

Soft praises fall from Hank’s lips. Telling you how gorgeous you are, how perfect you feel around him - and above all, how good you are for taking him this well.

It’s just past ten in the night when you and Lucy finally leave the restaurant after what was a truly lovely night together.

A date night as lavish as this was a real rarity so the two of you had wanted to make a proper night of it, and so you’d gotten all dressed up and went out arm in arm to the nicest restaurant you could get a reservation for on three hours’ notice.

You hadn’t done too bad, not at all - and Lucy was keen to let you know it. All throughout the night she’d doted on you with loving words and affectionate touches, and it only escalates as you stroll down the pathway back to your car.

With a sweet, lingering kiss to your cheek she loops her arms with yours and leans into you as you walk. She’s got the prettiest little black dress on, with a low neckline and a hem that just about slims the tops of her thighs - and you’d absolutely be lying if you said your thoughts haven’t wandered during the evening as a result of it.

Those thoughts come to a head as you finally reach the car. As she steps past you to slip into the passenger’s seat, you’re quick to pull her around to kiss her. It’s a real kiss, not like the chaste ones you’d been pressing to her cheek and forehead during the night - and it’s only a matter of seconds before she’s kissing you back, just as deeply.

“Here?” She asks as you draw apart, eyes widening with an element of eager surprise.

“Here.” You affirm, once you’ve looked around to ensure you’re well and truly alone here. “If you want it, pretty.”

“Of course I do.” The smile on her face grows devious as she nods, and leans over to open the door to the back seat. “Now come here.”

She climbs in with you soon after her. Shutting the door, you kneel between her legs as she reaches for you to pull you into her. Her dress bunches at the waist, leaving plenty of space for you to slip your hand down between your joined bodies for you to palm her cunt through her panties.

The effect your touch has on her is immediate. She gasps, and arches up into you as you grind the heel of your palm against her cunt, before dragging the ruined fabric aside to begin teasing a finger along her slit. Her wanton moans and praises fill the small space, and after a bit of begging on her part you finally concede and curl your finger inside of her.

“Oh God, baby”, she gasps. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she grapples for something to ground her, and her lips fall slack against yours as more moans leave her lips.

Bondage is something that they’re both definitely into doing with you and each other, each in their own ways.

I’d say Luca is very much into shibari and using rope as a method of bondage. We’ve seen how he’s forever messaging with his hands when he’s feeling restless - and that combined with all his police training means he’d breeze through learning all the patterns and techniques that can be used.

Nora, on the other hand, I’d say would be more into using materials like silk. Something soft and pliable enough so that even if it won’t leave marks, she’ll still be able to tie you or Luca (or, indeed, herself) up as tight as desired.

I think Luca would be more eager to be the one tied up than Nora would be, but she’s still be down for it on occasion. She likes taking on a more active role during sex, so the idea of being stationary isn’t something that appeals to her all that much - but she will sometimes be swayed to let you and Luca take over.

Luca really enjoys being tied up by the two of you. While he does enjoy using rope on both of you, he often prefers to be tied up using things like the soft materials Nora gravitates to. He doesn’t enjoy leather or chains, as they tend to make him feel more bound than he finds comfortable.

Though he’s honestly happy to be tied up whatever way you and Nora decide, he’s particularly fond of having just his hands bound either to one another or to the headboard of your bed. Especially when the two of you then take the opportunity to pleasure one another while all he can do is watch on, or when you tease the life out of him with soft touches and kisses until he just can’t take it anymore.

When Nora gets tied up, it’s a lot less intensive. It’s usually focused entirely on her (as she doesn’t take well to being teased by the two of you) and she gets your and Luca’s undivided attention. That normally looks like her having her handle bound loosely to the headboard above her while you and Luca take turns going down on her and kissing up all over her. Sometimes, but only sometimes when Nora can persuade the two of you into letting her reciprocate the pleasure you’re giving her, you’ll sit on her face while Luca slowly and gently fucks her - it takes a lot out of everyone so it doesn’t happen too often, but it’s always such an intense and passionate scene.

When they tie you up, it’s always on your terms and your pace. The last thing they want to do it overwhelm you with sensations so everything is discussed and planned beforehand, and while they’re in the process of tying you up they’re constantly checking in on you. Nothing is ever too tight or too constraining, and they always make sure you’re never left on your own.

When Luca’s in charge, you’re in for a night of pure bliss. As much as he tries to maintain this whole dominant persona around the two of you, the second you bat your eyes or plead with him he’s putty in your hands. He really enjoys using toys, so some vibrators and nipple clamps are bound to make an appearance during the scene. Nora, on the other hand, is a lot more ruthless in her handling of you. Edging and orgasm control are her favourite tools to use to turn you into a pleading, teary-eyes mess in no time at all. She also really likes sensation play and temperature play (think things like feathers and ice cubes), and she’s been known to take things out of the bedroom too. Like tying your hands behind your back and leading you to the living room under the guise of a movie night with a twist, where she has you cockwarm Luca until you move too much or make a loud enough noise that warrants a punishment.

Wanton moans and lude praises fill the air, accompanying the slap of Luca’s pelvis against your ass as he continues to fuck you hard.

His hands guide your hips as he thrusts into you, keeping you from sagging forward on your hands and knees as you grow weak under the immense sensations. In front of you, Street kneels and continues to guide his cock in and out of your pouted lips as your eyes flit to the floor-length mirror behind him and you catch a sight of yourself in pure ecstasy between your boys.

Luca notices your fixation, and delights in it. Smoothing his hands over the curve of your ass with a light spank to draw your attention, he leans down so that his chest is flush with your arched back and he meets your eyes in the reflection of the mirror.

“Look at yourself, baby.” He all but croons, taking in your fucked-out appearance as he slips a hand underneath your joined bodies.

Sliding further and further down, he seeks out your clit and begins to rub tight circles on the swollen nub as tremors start to wrack your body. “Look how gorgeous you are when you let us use you like this.”

She’s running a feather toy over your bare skin as she gives teasing kisses to your pussy. She isn’t giving you what you want until you stop moving which isn’t going to happen with that toy tickling your skin.

“Kim pleaseeeeee, want to feel your tongue so badly.”

“That’s not my name and you know it sweet girl.” She hums as she gives another kiss to your clit and it makes it throb.

“Mommy……I want your mouth.” You whine, legs spreading wider as you desperately try not to hump her face. That certainly won’t get you anywhere.

“Oh sweetie,” Kim coos softly as she drags the feather between your tits, “I would love to give you my mouth but you have to stop moving. You’re lucky I’m being nice and giving it kisses.”

The feather runs over your nipples and you somehow manage to keep your body from moving and Kim gasps, “Good girl.”

Her lips wrap around your clit and she sucks harshly which makes your hips jump and she immediately pulls away.

“Please no, pleaseeeee, I need it so badly.” You can’t help yourself but to beg. That small taste of what Kim feels like when she takes care of you like that is too much to handle.

“Baby you need to be patient. All I want is to reward you but I can only reward good girls. Don’t you want to be mommy’s good girl?” The feather drags along leg your thigh and you twitch slightly but you manage not to move.

“That’s so much better, angel.” Kim’s smile and praise makes your heart thumb like crazy. She comes closer to your cunt and kisses over and over before licking at your entrance. Her tongue slowly wiggling in and you yank at the handcuffs keeping you attached to the bed.

“What beautiful sounds.” Kim murmurs into your pussy. You know she loves to hear the clank of the handcuffs when she restrains you like this, she loves this scenario.

She throws the toy to the side and wraps her arms around your body as she completely and utterly devours you. Your hips buck into her face as best they can with her holding you but she doesn’t care anymore. She’s much more focused on making you cum then to punish you.

Your wrists hurt from the cuffs and how hard you’re yanking on them but you can’t stop yourself because all you want to do is tangle your fingers in her hair and grind into her mouth.

“Fuck….fuck….mommy oh shit.” You whine loudly as she brings her lips back to your clit. She’s alternating licking gently and sucking harshly. The pattern makes you crazy and you’re desperate to cum.

“Come on angel, cum for mommy.” She purrs into you and you groan loudly.

When you cum it feels like an explosion and you can’t help but grind into her face, it feels like you’re suffocating her but she keeps feasting until you’re drained.

The first thing she does when she pulls away is grab the key for the hand cuffs and her you unhooked, her hands holding them as she examines the red marks.

“Angel……we really need to get some fuzzy handcuffs, this is the third time we’ve bruised you.” She kisses the marks and you sigh.

“But I like your handcuffs, it makes it feel so much more real.” You whine and she laughs.

“Real? What you want to get arrested?”

“No but yes but no. I just like it, don’t even mind the bruises.” You huff and change the subject, “What about you? I felt like I was suffocating you with my cunt.”

Kim lets out a loud laugh as she pulls you into her lap, “It was great, it was so hot…..besides I can’t think of a better way to go then if I drowned in your pussy.”

You laugh as you bury your face in her neck, “I’m obsessed with you Kim.”

I feel like they’ve got two pretty similar opinions on punishment kinks, at least for the most part. Neither of them like the idea of using spankings or impact play as a punishment, and it’ll never be used for petty reasons like jealousy.

Most often, it’ll come about for things that happen in work. I don’t mean like not handing in paperwork on time - it’s be things like disobeying an order for a brash reason, or endangering yourself needlessly. Something that puts you in harm’s way, and worries them when there was no need for it.

Alvin is probably the softer of the two, so his approach to it is always a lot more focused on making you feel good. Of course, that translates into maaajor overstimulation until you’re on the verge of tapping out. He’s so sweet and soft with you that it’ll definitely evoke some emotion because even though he’s mad with you, the biggest thing he wants to impart to you is the love him and Hank have for you and why they’re feeling the way they are over this.

Hank is a lot more ruthless, as he really doesn’t handle anxiety all that well when it comes to you and Al so all the residual emotion gets funnelled into this. He will edge and deprive you of release for as long as you can take it, and you can guarantee it’s not a one-and-done type thing. He’ll absolutely make it last days, if not longer, just to ramify just how affected him and Al had been by your actions (and no doubt the latter will be complicit in all of this, too).

The aftercare that follows is always, always brilliant. All of that excess emotion gives way to softness and tenderness as they take time to look after both you and each other, be it in a big cuddle on the bed afterwards or a shower as you all clean up. Al is very big on physical affection in aftercare and will be more than happy to pull you into his lap for the time afterward, while Hank prefers to be proactive and do things like get you fed and watered, as well as washed up and into fresh clothes - and he’s well content to let you and Alvin curl up together while he busies himself around the house making you both comfortable.

Ok and I have a tonne of brainworms on how they’d carry this out with each other too so ye’re gonna have to listen to this too 😂

Whenever Hank gives you and Alvin a reason to give him a taste of his own medicine, Alvin is always happy to take it. He knows the quickest way to rile Hank up is to make him powerless, and how that tends to manifest is making him sit out when you and Al are sleeping together. Al will have him simply watch as you come apart for Al, and as you pleasure him in return while all Hank can do is sit on his hands and pray the two of you will take mercy on him soon enough.

When he had tried to initiate something with her she had turned him down and he had turned away with a huff, hard and leaking and angry. He had been trying not to call you between money issues and the guilt of what he was doing but he just needed it tonight.

“You’re so sweet, I’ve been missing you. I bought something that I think you’ll enjoy.” You grin and Deacon feels like he’s looking at a shark looking at its next meal.

“Oh ya? I’m excited to see it.” Deacon leans back in his seat as you push away from your set up and out of frame as you pull on the tight latex outfit.

“Ok, what do we think?” You do a little spin and a sexy pose and deacon lets out a loud chuckle. You’re wearing this tight black naughty nun outfit with white garters.

“Very sexy, is this because of the-“

“The cross and the nickname Deacon? Oh absolutely.” You grin and sit back in your seat, stretched out so he can admire your body.

“It’s…..” Deacon shifts in his seat, he was already hard but now he’s twitching in his boxers. “It’s really good. I’m uncomfortably hard.”

You prop your head up in your hand and giggle happily, “Well why don’t you show me and I’ll decide if we can take care of that problem.”

He pushes his hair back and stand up and you can see the thick bulge in his briefs, a small stain of precum starting to form on them and you lick your lips.

“God that’s hot. If I ever met you I’d never be able to pull away from your dick. I’d have you in mouth constantly. You’d come home from work and I’d just be on my knees waiting for you.”

Deacon’s heart soars and breaks all at once. He knows this is probably all talk, just something you say to clients to keep them coming back but he loves it. And he hates himself for the fact he can picture you like that for him but he can’t picture that with his wife.

You giggle as you watch him sit back, “I can practically see your cock twitching through your underwear, take those things off.”

He’s quick to obey, his cock is basically screaming at him as he stares at your body. He wants you so bad. Sometimes he finds himself fantasizing about you during the day or the rare times he has time to have sex with Annie.

“There’s that cock I love so much. You have no idea how wet I get from thinking about your cock.” You spread your legs and let him get a peek at the fact you have nothing on under the latex. Deacon can see you glistening and he just wants to bury his face in you and devour and inhale you. He feels like a freak but can tell by your face that you like a freak.

“Fuck….you’re so…..can I?” He can’t even form a full sentence as he watches you pull your lips apart.

“Of course you can touch yourself. I’d love nothing more.” You grin and run your fingers through your folds, he definitely makes you feel more excited then most of your clients but you’ve always had a thing for older men. “What kind of toy do uou want me to use?”

You bring up a couple options in front of the camera and Deacon groans softly, “The blue one, definitely the blue one.”

You’ve used the blue one when you’ve been with him before and he loves it. It’s his favorite color and it opens you up so much. He thinks it’s roughly the same size as him but that could just be his ego.

You smirk as you put the other two away and hold up the blue one, “I should’ve known.”

He almost loses it when you run your tongue across the dildo, suckling at the tip of it. He grabs the base of his cock and sucks in a breath as he watches you and you let out a melodic laugh, “You can just go for it. You know I like watching you get off.”

He shakes his his and lets out a breath, “Ya…ya ok. Just savoring it for a moment.”

You smile softly as you grab the bottle of lube by your computer and rub it between your hands, “Whatever you want. I’m gonna get this all ready though. Jump in whenever you want.”

You’re absolutely mesmerizing to Deacon, the way you drag the lubed up toy through your folds and circle you clit before you’re pushing it against your entrance. You let out a soft groan as you rock the toy into you and press the button on the side so that it starts vibrating inside of you.

You laugh breathily as you look at him, “Come on Deacon, don’t wanna cum way before you’re even close.”

He laughs back and starts slicking up his cock with his precum, “Ok baby, I’m sorry.”

You smile as watch his hand slowly speeding up, “No need to apologize, just want you to have as much fun as me.”

Honestly Deacon thinks he’d have fun just watching you get off, everything about you is captivating and he might be able to cum in his pants with nothing.

“Oh baby.” You moan softly as you grope at your tit over the latex of your dress, “God your cock is so pretty, I dream about your cock.”

Deacon groans and speed up his hand, “What happens in those dreams?”

“Mmmmm, it’s pounding into me and you’re groaning about how tight my pussy is and you’ve basically got me folded in half.” You speed up the thrusts of the toy to match Deacon’s pace, “Those big strong arms keeping me close.”

Deacon can basically picture it, he wants to close his eyes and think about how you’d be in his bed but he resists because you are right in front of him right now and you’re beautiful. Your mouth is slightly parted and he can see you shining with a thin layer of sweat.

“That sounds amazing. I’d treat you so well.” Deacon groans, squeezing his cock a little and then his balls. You lick your lips as you stare at his hand, he really does have the prettiest cock. Deacon is one of the best looking guys you have on your client list.

“I’ve also thought about you and that pretty cock when I’m with other clients. If a guy doesn’t do it for me I just close my eyes and think about you and I get wet.” You’re panting more now, orgasm building steadily.

Deacon’s cock twitches and he has no clue if those are just empty words or not but he hopes to god it’s true.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You gasp and your hips buck forward, your legs are shaking as you hook them over your chair.

“Please cum, look so sexy when you cum.” Deacon murmurs, his hand speeding up and the other fondling his balls. He wants to cum as he listens to your loud moans.

You speed up the vibrator and you tilt your head back as you let out a wanton moan and roll your hips against the dildo and when you open your eyes Deacon is spilling into his hand. Thick ropes of cum spurting from his tip and running down his hand and painting his stomach. His chest is heaving and he’s sweaty and god you’d love to lick him.

You watch as he cleans himself up and you prop your head up in your hands, “Have fun?”

Deacon nods and smiles at you, “Always have a good time with you.”

“Hope I see you soon?” You ask, checking the clock to see his time running out.

“We’ll see…..” Deacon sighs, “But most likely.”

“See you soon then, Handsome.” You say with a wink.