I Tied Her Up… Then Gave Her to Him

The kitchen towel gag still clamps over her mouth as she steps inside the room—blinding dark, the scent of fresh leather, the faint hum of a chain. Her breath comes fast, her pulse hammering in her throat, the way it always does when he puts a collar on her. But tonight isn’t about him. Tonight, the towel’s there to muffle her screams when I pass her to my oldest friend.

Jace lifts her chin—our usual game, only this time, his fingers linger too long, too purposeful. “Easy now,” he murmurs, stepping back to let me work. I wrap her wrists with the thickest nylon rope, then tie them to a sturdy hook in the ceiling. Her body sways slightly, too tight already, but I’ve practiced this. She’s mine first, then his. Always.

I nudge her thighs apart with my knee, feeling the way her ass presses against the spreader bar dug into the mattress. “Fuck, she’s wet on her own,” I hear Jace mutter from the doorway, but he doesn’t say no. His silence answers for him.

I’ve been waiting to share her like this—years of slow teases, his greedy eyes watching her suck my cock after mine, her mouth stretched around my hand. But this? This is the first time she’ll belong to both of us in one night. I step away, giving him space. His breath is hot on her neck as he traces the damp line down her spine.

“I promised you a tight piece of ass tonight, didn’t I?” he growls, gripping her hips hard enough it’ll bruise.

She nods, her muffled whine vibrating against the towel.

Jace chuckles. “Good. Because she’s going to take every inch whether she likes it or not.“

I stay just outside the door, stroking myself while he unzips. The first thrust sinks deep into her, his fingers knotting in her hair as he drags her up to meet him.

I can already hear her.

And I’m not touching her unless he asks.

The game has started.

Jace’s free hand snaps down on her throat, the pressure just enough to cut off a full breath, but not enough to make her struggle—not yet. She arches against him, her muffled gasp turning into a choked moan as his balls drag against her clit with each brutal drive. The spreader bar keeps her ass high, the black satin restraints biting into her skin as he fucks her in long, punishing strokes, the chain above rattling with the force behind each thrust.

“Stay still,” he grunts, not slowing down. His palm slides down her back, pressing until her chest flattens against the mattress, her nipples scraping roughly where the sheets shift. The gag towel absorbs her whines as he works her, the wet sound of his dick splitting her wide enough to hear it from the other room.

I shift closer, the dark scent of her climax—musky, thick, the kind that makes me need to taste it—filling the air. Jace’s grip on her hair is punishing, yanking her head up each time he bottoms out, his cock knotting in her throat of a cunt so deep I feel the vibrations in my own balls.

He slaps her ass, the flesh jiggling under my gaze, the sting making her hips clench around him. “Now she’s going to squeeze me dry.” His fingers dig into her hipbones, his rhythm stuttering as he fights to hold back.

The first gush of her orgasm coats him, her thighs trembling, the towel gag twisting in her grip. I step forward, my cock already slick from where I’ve been prepping it—Jace’s hand on her throat tightens, his free hand reaching back for me, guiding my fingers to her mouth. She licks them clean with hungry desperation, then takes me without hesitation, her gagged moans muffled but still pleading.

Jace doesn’t answer. Instead, his other hand slips between her thighs, his thumb pressing against her clit, the tip of his cock already pulsing inside her as he comes.

“Fucking hell—” His voice cuts off as her cunt convulses around him, my fingers already buried in her mouth, my cock shoved in deep. She’s milking him dry while I use her throat, her eyes watering as she swallows everything we give her, every drop of cum filling her up.

And I’m only just beginning.

The towel gag is soaking now, her spit and muffled breaths making it cling to her lips, the ropes binding her wrists cutting off the circulation just enough to make her squirm. Jace doesn’t pull out—not yet. He lets his softening dick drag out of her slowly, the thick head stretching her inner walls as he goes, her second orgasm still trembling under his touch. His fingers brush her clit again, and she whimpers, her gagged sounds raw, desperate.

“That’s just for me, isn’t it?” I kneel behind him, my teeth sinking into the smooth flesh of her thigh as I pull the restraints tighter. Her gasp is stifled, the ropes digging into her skin. Jace’s hand on her throat doesn’t relax, his thumb pressing down just enough to keep her from struggling too hard.

I spit on my fingers, rubbing them against her slick slit, the towel muffling the wet sound of her hips bucking up to meet me. My free hand yanks her hair back, exposing the curve of her neck, my saliva dripping down her throat. “She’s too fucking wet to stop now,” I breathe against her ear, my cock nudging against her ass.

Jace chuckles, dark and wet with her own arousal. “Tell her who she’s taking next.” His voice is a growl, his free hand tracing the ropes over her wrists, the skin already flush and bruised.

I don’t answer. Instead, I push my hips forward, my cock already slick from where I’ve been teasing her open. The first press is slow, deliberate, my weight on her knees as I work my way in, her muffled scream vibrating against the towel as I stretch her.

“That’s it—good girl—” Jace’s voice cuts through the dark as I bottom out, my balls slapping against his still-hard cock. The pressure of his hand on her throat doesn’t stop, his fingers pressing into the skin around her neck as he guides her back onto me, his own slick cock dragging against my shaft with each movement.

I don’t think she realizes how dirty she is yet.

Her body locks around me with a desperate, gagged whimper, the restraints holding her down while I fuck her ass like she’s built just for this—two men, one mouth, one cunt, one asshole all at once. Jace’s grip tightens again on her throat, his fingers digging into the soft flesh where it curves into her shoulder. He’s not pushing her down, not exactly, but the weight of his cock inside her—still thick, still leaking her cum—keeps her from lifting. The satin straps on her wrists rub raw when she tries, the friction making her writhe.

“You’re choking on your tits.” Jace’s voice is rough, his breath hot against her ear as I pull her back onto me, his cock driving into her cunt with a wet slap, her walls clenching around him like a fucking vise. “Can you take it?”

The question’s barely out when I start shredding her. My fist sinks into the mattress, the sheets tangling under her tits, the chain above rattling like a fucking warning. I piston her asshole, my cock knotting under the drag of Jace’s shaft, his cum dripping down onto my balls. The third orgasm hits her like a goddamn wrecking ball, her clit pulsing against my fingers, her throat fluttering around nothing as she screams into the soaked towel.

Jace’s hand slides down, gripping her hip like he’s got her right where he wants her—tethered to both of us, every movement mine, every stroke his, every gasp his cum deepening. “Not yet, pet,” he murmels, his thumb pressing down on her clit like he’s milking her right into another peak. “You’re taking every fucking drop of us. All three.”

I lean forward, my teeth dragging over the back of her neck, the salt sweat mixing with her own scent on my lips. My cock’s already knotting inside her, the tight resistance of her asshole working me like she’s trying to drag me deeper. Jace’s breath hitches as I slide my hand up her hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh, my knuckles scraping against her bound wrist. The restraints bite deeper, the pressure helping me anchor her as I fuck her in short, bruising strokes—each one ripping a raw, needy sound from the back of her throat.

Her thighs are slick with her own arousal, Jace’s cum, and mine. The towel’s soaked now, her gagged moans muffled, but her hips don’t stop moving. The way she’s grinding back onto me, desperate and unhinged, makes my balls tighten.

“She’s taking us both,” Jace growls, his fingers tracing the wet ropes between her tits before he yanks her head up to his. His mouth slams over hers, tongue forcing its way past her teeth, swallowing the stifled gasps she still tries to make. I don’t slow down—I grind into her, my cock twisting inside her ass, the pressure almost painful, almost perfect.

She takes it. Every fucking lick. Her body’s already trembling again, her clit a swollen bead under Jace’s thumb, her cunt dripping with his cock. The next time she orgasms, it’s gonna be messy.