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“So you’ll stop by tonight?”

Willow’s soft voice drifted out through the open window, her flirtatious tone setting his teeth on edge as Sebastian listened in from the rocker on the farmhouse front porch, his eyes glued to the sun as it started its descent to the horizon, filling the sky with vibrant hues of pink and orange.

“Yes, yes.”

Sebastian could make out a faint clinking along with the sound of running water. She must be doing the dishes. Smoke drifted up from the cigarette held lazily in his fingers, sitting downwind, the smell was blown away from the farmhouse so as to not give away his presence. He took a drag while listening for her sweet voice.

“I miss you.” A pause, then, “I wish we didn’t have to hide this.”

Her voice dropped, sadness dripping off her tongue, making his heart clench, knowing he was part of the problem. If he were a better person he would have backed off of pursuing the sweet little farmer when he figured out she and Shane had a thing. But he wasn’t the better person, and he sure as hell wasn’t backing down and letting Shane keep Willow for himself. Which was part of the reason that he was currently occupying the gliding rocking chair on her porch, waiting for his little Princess to finish her nightly routine so he could have some time with her to himself.

So the three of them had found themselves entangled in a twisted sort of love triangle, neither man willing to bow out and let the other pursue the farmer. Everything had come to a head a few weeks prior when he and Shane had cornered Willow on this very porch and tried to force her to pick between them, having agreed between themselves that if she made a decision they would follow her wishes. But Willow hadn’t picked, refused to even, then one thing led to another and before Sebastian knew it, he was dick deep in her pussy right alongside Shane.

Since that night they had all been oddly circling each other, and being three grown ass adults with very different jobs and schedules they hadn’t all actually been together to talk things out. Although Sebastian wasn’t sure what exactly they needed to talk out, as far as he was concerned, if Willow wanted both of them, then she got both of them. He couldn’t care less about what the nosey assholes of Pelican Town thought about their relationship.

“No, I haven’t talked to him.”

His ears perked up, tuning back into the one sided conversation.

“Yes, I know. We all need to talk, Shane. I owe it to Sebastian to tell him to his face.”

He was on his feet, halfway to the front door before he even realized he had moved. Bringing himself to a halt, Sebastian forced himself to calm. He was likely reading too much into the snippets of conversation he had been able to overhear, but he was done listening anyways, it was time to remind his little Princess who she liked best. Reaching over the porch railing, he squeezed the butt of his cigarette, ashing it, then slipped the butt in his pocket to throw away later. Grabbing the door handle, Sebastian pushed into the farmhouse carefully, not wanting to alert Willow to his presence immediately.

Mochi was sitting on the top of the couch, eyeing him with suspicion, but didn’t raise any alarm. The two of them had come to an understanding in the past several weeks as Sebastian had started bringing some chicken as a bribe when he stopped by in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep and just wanted to be in the same room as Willow. As he walked by Sebastian offered a small pat to the little white kitten before heading towards the kitchen, where Willow’s voice drifted out again.

“No, I haven’t seen him.”

He stopped in the archway leading into the kitchen, leaning against the wall as he watched Willow, elbow deep in her sink as she held the phone in place with her shoulder. Fuck she was gorgeous. Her hair was loosely tied back with a thin pink ribbon, her thick blonde curls trailing down her back while Sebastian knew several escaped tendrils would be fanning around her face, getting caught in her long eyelashes. Sure enough, as if on cue, he could hear her huffing, trying to blow those loose pieces out of her face.

He covered his smirk with his hand, letting his eyes trail down her body, drinking her in. She was dressed in a little white sundress with lace detailing along the hem. She looked angelic, framed in the dying light of the setting sun spilling in through the open window over the sink and he couldn’t wait to dirty her up with his hands. Prowling closer, he was careful to avoid the squeaky floorboard just to the left of the island, and snuck up behind her, filling his lungs with her soft lavender scent.

“The saloon again, Shane?” She sighed, letting her hands fall into the soapy water in the sink with a small splash. “If you’re going to go, could you bring me some pepper poppers when you come over? I’ve been craving them, but I’ve been too busy to stop by and pick some up this week.”

Sebastian frowned, hating the note of frustration and exhaustion in her voice. He would have to talk to Shane about his drinking habits, because clearly it was upsetting her and he hated seeing Willow upset. He also made a mental note that he needed to pamper her a bit once he was finished wrecking her.

“Yeah, I’ll try to wait up for you. If I fall asleep, just let yourself in. You know where the bedroom is.”

Alright, now he had heard enough. With one hand he reached out and grabbed the phone wedged against her ear, the other coming up and plastering itself over her mouth, immediately stifling her scream of surprise. Holding the phone up he put it on speaker, then set it on the counter next to the sink.

“Hush, Princess. It’s not polite to scream.” He tsked softly in her ear before raising his voice, making sure it carried to the phone on the counter. “Enjoy the saloon tonight, Shane. I’ll keep Willow here company in the meantime.”

“Sebastian! You fuckin’ bastard! Whaddya thi–”

Hearing the beginning of Shane’s enraged voice pouring through the phone, Sebastian chuckled as he reached over and hit the red button on the screen, ending the call. Immediately the screen lit up with an incoming call from Shane. Willow struggled in his grasp making all kinds of delicious little noises from behind his hand as she inadvertently ground herself against his rapidly hardening cock.

Finally he relented, spinning her around so her butt rested against the edge of the sink, her front plastered against his, her soapy wet hands flying up to smack against his chest. He moved the hand from around her mouth, sliding it down until it collared her slim throat.

“Bash! What the fu–”

Her shrill words were cut off as he swooped down and captured her mouth with his own. She resisted at first, attempting to turn her head, to get his lips to slide off of hers. But he held her in place, the hand on her throat moving up to clamp around her jaw, holding her in place, not allowing her any way to retreat. Sebastian’s tongue prodded at her lips until she sighed, allowing him to slip inside, licking along the roof of her mouth, teasing her tongue with his, gentling her anger with the slow seduction of his mouth against hers.

The phone vibrated on the counter once again, Shane’s name emblazoned across the screen. The noise seemed to flip a switch in Willow as she renewed her struggles, going so far as to bite down on Sebastian’s tongue, hard. He pulled back with a hiss, his fingers tightening on her jaw as the salty tang of blood registered.

“Fuck, Princess.” He ran his tongue across the front of his teeth, painting them red with blood, grinning at her menacingly. “You’re gonna regret that one, baby girl.”

Her heart rate tripled at the look in Sebastian’s eyes, her body immediately going limp in his grip. Fuck fight or flight, she was playing dead and praying the wolf didn’t bite. The hand on her jaw gentled, Sebastian tenderly running his thumb along her lower lip, dragging it down and showing her teeth as his sharp grey eyes watched her every move. Slowly, he dropped his hand and took a step back.

“Run, little rabbit.” Sebastian gestured to the house behind him with one hand.

Willow’s legs shook, adrenaline pouring through her body, the feeling of being cornered prey somehow skyrocketing as Sebastian increased the distance between them, taking another step back.

“This is your one chance, Princess. You aren’t gonna like what happens when I catch you, so you better pray you’re faster than I am.” The words were delivered in a growl, her destruction written in his eyes, the wicked gleam broadcasting his intentions louder than if he screamed them through a megaphone.

“RUN!” He thundered when she still hadn’t moved, spooking her into motion.

Her legs churned as she tore out of the kitchen, Sebastian’s low chuckle following her, forcing a shudder to race up her spine. Willow turned a corner and paused in the living room for a split second, debating her options. Outside. Outside was her best bet to escape the demon masquerading in Sebastian’s skin. Without pausing to put on shoes she scrambled out the front door, slamming it behind her as she kept moving, racing down the porch steps.

Sebastian laughed as he watched Willow hightail it out of the kitchen, her little sundress streaming behind her as she ran. Lazily he picked up her phone from where it still lay discarded on the counter next to the sink, thumbing over the screen and dialing the last missed call.

“Willow? You good, doll?” Shane's voice came through the speaker, concern dripping from every syllable.

“Willow isn’t here at the moment. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her while you’re drowning your sorrows at the saloon. Take your time, yeah? I’ve got plans for our little princess.”

Not giving the other man a chance to respond he hung up the phone and pocketed it. A wicked smile curved his mouth, now it was time to catch himself a little rabbit.

Small pebbles and twigs bit into her bare feet as Willow ran, hurrying over the small path past the mailbox. If she cut through the fields she could make it into the orchard, where it would be harder for Sebastian to spot her, hidden amongst the trunks of the apple trees. The sun had just about set, the last dying rays painting the sky an ominous blood red. She chanced a look behind her and watched as Sebastian stepped onto the porch, his eyes immediately locking onto her like a homing beacon.

Her heartbeat stuttered in her chest, terror mixed with a thread of exhilaration and a worrisome amount of arousal flooded her body. Her limbs were buzzing as she whipped around, continuing her mad dash through the fields, intent on reaching the orchard. The world was quiet, the only discernible sound was her soft footfalls in the dirt and her own panting breaths.

Reaching the soft grass of the orchard, Willow ducked around one of the large apple trees, pressing her back to the rough bark and gulping down oxygen, trying to keep her gasping breaths quiet. Her heart was pounding so loud it drowned out the sounds of anything else. Carefully she peeked around the tree, looking back towards the farmhouse to see if she could gauge how far away Sebastian was. Her eyes swept over her fields repeatedly, finding nothing. He wasn’t there.

She squinted, thinking maybe there was a form stalking through the blueberry patch, but in the low light she wasn’t sure. There really wasn’t anywhere in the fields that he could hide from view, he was tall enough that he towered above the majority of her crops, minus the corn maybe. The faintest scent of cigarette smoke caught her attention, making her whirl around, spine pressed to the tree, her eyes scanning the orchard for any hint of Sebastian’s presence.

The scent got stronger, carried by the soft summer breeze. Willow’s heart was racing, her body frozen in place, some primal instinct telling her that if she didn’t move the stalking predator might pass her by. A soft light had her head turning, catching the face of the devil himself burning in the glow of the cherry red cigarette end, less than three feet from her.

“Boo.”

The single word was tossed at her along with a cloud of smoke, making her eyes water as her body finally came back online. A scream ripping from her lips as she tripped over her feet and landed on her backside in the soft grass. She crab walked backwards, scooting over twigs and leaves as she tried to get her feet back under her. Sebastian watched, unmoving as his face was lit eerily by the end of his cigarette.

“Bash, p-please.” Willow gasped, feeling like her heart was about to give out.

“Please what, little rabbit?”

Her back bumped into a tree and she used it to stand up, knees wobbling as she tried to keep Sebastian in full view. The smoke from the cigarette curled around him, lending credibility to the fact that she was pretty sure there was a demon standing in front of her, not the quiet programmer who lived in Robin’s basement. He took one step towards her, ashing the cigarette as he moved, sending them into almost perfect darkness.

“Let me go?” The way she said it made it sound more like a question than a plea.

“Let you go?”

Willow jumped, screaming again when Sebastian’s voice whispered in her ear. Not being able to pinpoint his movements in the darkness, he had somehow managed to sneak up on her yet again. Blindly she bolted, only making it two steps before colliding with a tall body. Hands locked around her upper arms before she could fall backwards again, holding her steady against his lean chest.

“Why would I let you go when I caught my prey fair and square?” His head dipped down, lips ghosting over the soft skin of her neck, taking in her soft lavender scent where it was strongest. “You want to be chased and fucked in the dirt, don’t you, little rabbit?” His fingers gripped her chin and tilted her head up as he kissed along her jaw, ending right at the corner of her lips. “Don’t even try to deny it. I can feel your heart racing.”

All she could offer was a stilted whimper as she felt his lips move above hers as he spoke, just the barest imitation of a kiss. She did, Spirits damn her, she did. Before she could open her mouth to berate him, or beg him she wasn’t entirely sure yet, Sebastian’s hands moved, his long fingers smoothed down either side of her neck, then massaged over her shoulders. The sensual motions making her head drop back against his shoulder, pleasure bubbling through her at the unexpectedly tender touch.

His hands continued to wander, fingers digging in as he passed down over her shoulder blades, causing her to lean forward, bracing herself against the nearby trunk of an apple tree. Tucking her long spill of blonde curls to one side, Sebastian kissed down the back of her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin of her nape, delighting in the goosebumps that spilled across her skin.

In one swift movement, he slid both hands around either side of her ribcage, coming up and cupping her breasts, his thumbs sliding over her nipples that were prominent through the flimsy fabric of the sundress.

“Sebastia– Ohh!” Willow squealed as Sebastian’s hands dug in and shredded the bodice of the dress, splitting it down the middle, exposing her breasts to the cool night air.

“No bra, Princess?” Sebastian groaned as his hands encircled her breasts, squeezing them gently. “Spirits, were you walking around like this all day? These gorgeous tits just barely contained by that fabric?”

He kept one hand busy, pinching and rolling the taut little bud of her nipple as his other hand roamed downwards, seeking the paradise between her legs. Sebastian pushed against her, bending her at the waist and grinding his aching cock against her plush ass. Fumbling in the dark, Willow grabbed onto the nearby trunk of the tree supporting herself as Sebastian’s hand grazed over her panties, her knees shaking from the combination of adrenaline and arousal.

“S’fuckin’ wet for me already.” His deft fingers zeroed in on her clit, pinching the tender bundle of nerves over her panties. “Soaked right through.” Sebastian continued as he swiped his fingers along the dampened gusset of the lace. “You like being my prey, little rabbit? Is that what got this perfect pussy so wet?”

“Bash.” She panted, heat coiling in her core as he whispered filthy things in her ear.

The mouth on this man was enough to drive a saint to sin.

“Yes, Willow. Use your words, Princess.”

Again he circled his fingers around her clit, going too slow to truly bring her to the edge. Every motion meant to taunt her, bring her just to the precipice but not let her go over. Willow bucked her hips, attempting to grind down against his fingers, chasing more friction. She felt more than heard Sebastian chuckle against her back, but surprisingly he acquiesced her unspoken request, pressing against her delicate folds more insistently, coaxing her closer to the edge.

“Yes, right there, Bash baby. Don’t stop!”

Her head was spinning, a tingling sensation beginning to spiral through her extremities as she dropped her head on her arms, holding her breath, waiting for the tide to sweep her away. Without warning, Sebastian pulled his hand away, leaving a trail of her own arousal up her belly as he went, her impending release drifting away faster than a leaf in a fall breeze.

Unable to take any more of his teasing, she spun in his arms, pushed up against him on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, nipping at his lower lip when he refused her tongue entry. He chuckled when Willow pulled back, huffing her frustration. The little brat was cute when she was irritated with him.

“As much as I want to taste that tongue, little rabbit, I think it would be put to better use somewhere else.”

Grabbing one of her hands, Sebastian slowly traced it down his torso before running it over his hardened cock, cupping the erection straining at his jeans. Without needing further prompting, Willow tightened her grip, just shy of digging her nails in, making his breath escape in a hiss.

“Wicked thing.” He chided her, peeling her fingers back from his aching cock, not acknowledging how much the rough touch had excited him.

A lone shaft of moonlight filtered in through the trees, the dappled silver glow played across Willow’s exposed skin, radiating off the white dress, making her look like an ethereal spirit come to bask in the moon’s precious light.

“On your knees, Willow. Show me how good that mouth is.”

With one hand he gently pushed down on her shoulder, encouraging her to kneel at his feet, delight dancing through him when she lowered herself immediately, obeying beautifully. Tenderly he brushed back her hair, tucking several errant curls behind her ear, gifting him an uninterrupted view of her beautiful sea glass eyes, the moon highlighting the electric blue within.

Willow found herself leaning into his touch as he tucked back her hair, her eyes fixed on his, despite the majority of his features being shadowed with his back to the moonlight. Movement caught her attention as his hands worked at undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans, pushing them down slightly to reveal his long, pierced cock.

“No underwear, Bash?” She purred up at him, fluttering her lashes as she spoke.

He found himself throwing his head back and laughing at her quick wit, loving the way she gave as good as she got, even when she was on her knees, silhouetted in moonlight, like a virginal sacrifice before an altar to an ancient god.

“Never, little rabbit.” His gaze intensified as he moved in closer, one hand fisted around the base of his dick.

Her mouth watered as she locked eyes with his beautiful cock, the balls of his Prince Albert piercing glinting in the soft moonlight. His free hand found its way to her face, gripping along her jaw. She reveled in the comfort of the gesture, loving how he always maintained contact, even when he used her like his own personal fuck toy.

“Frogs.”

“W-what?” Her voice shook, confusion swirling at the random word that flew out of his mouth.

Sebastian smoothed one thumb over her jaw, bringing his dripping cock closer to her lips. Her eyes dropped, so focused on the pearly bead of precum swelling from the tip, dripping off the silver ball of his piercing, that she almost missed his next sentence.

“Safe word.” He grunted out, barely able to form a sentence with the way she was looking at his cock. “F’ya need to stop, say frogs and everything stops, yeah?”

Still she stayed caught in a stare off with his dick, forcing him to grip her chin and tilt her head back to face him, dazed ocean eyes staring back.

“Words, little rabbit. Let me hear them.”

“Yes, Sebastian. I understand.” She swiped her tongue over her full lower lip, heat from her breath teasing across the sensitive head of his cock.

“Good girl, now open up.”

Obediently, she presented her tongue and he slapped the tip of his dick onto it, his knees almost buckling as she immediately closed her mouth around him and sucked hard. For a moment Sebastian relinquished control, and let her nuzzle and lick over his cock, his eyes drifting shut as he absorbed the pleasure floating through his bloodstream.

“Ahh, fuck this mouth is so good.” He grunted, his free hand pressing into the trunk of the tree behind Willow, keeping himself upright.

She twirled her tongue around his head, collecting the precum that was practically flowing from him, humming in satisfaction at the salty taste of him. The vibrations had his eyes crossing in pleasure, a shudder working its way up his spine. She wove her tongue in between the two studs of his piercing, sucking and tugging on the one at the tip. Of course the little minx noticed and repeated the motion, one of her soft hands coming up and cradling his balls as her tongue worked its magic.

“Alright, that’s enough playing, little rabbit. Open up that throat for me and take it all.”

One hand locked down on her jaw, tilting her head just right and preventing her from pulling away. Sebastian kept his eyes locked on Willow’s as he slowly fed her his cock, pressing in farther and farther until the tip nudged the back of her throat, holding it in place. A dark smile broke across his face as he watched her eyes fill with tears, her throat contracting around the tip of his dick as she choked, the obscene sound echoing through the orchard.

“Just like that, Princess. Fuckin’ choke on it.” Sebastian panted. “All of it, I know you can do it, little rabbit.”

He withdrew, allowing her to suck in oxygen briefly before pressing back in again. She whined as he moved faster, fucking into her mouth, using her for his pleasure. Drowning in sensation, Willow brought her hands up, gripping onto Sebastian’s thighs, attempting to anchor herself as he drove into her mouth over and over again.

Tears ran down her cheeks, mixing with the drool that poured out of her mouth, dripping down her chin before falling to her bare breasts below. Her hands tightened, nails digging into the thick denim of Sebastian’s dark jeans, as he moved his hand from her jaw, threading it into the hair at the nape of her neck and pulling. The motion tilted her head back, allowing him to slide even deeper into her throat, the tight muscles contracting around him tighter than any fist.

“A-ah fuck, fuck, fuck!” His thrusts sped up, the tight tingling in his spine letting him know his release was unavoidable. “M’gonna come, swallow it all, little rabbit.” Sebastian commanded, sinking into her throat as she swallowed around his sensitive tip, cum pouring from him and running down her throat.

He withdrew, shivering as her tongue swirled around him one last time, claiming any last drops of his release for herself. Tucking another strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes ran over her face, checking in on her, pleased when he only saw hazy lust swimming in her eyes. He ached to pull out her phone and take a picture of her, but knew there wasn’t enough light for a good shot.

“That’s a good girl.” Sebastian praised as he reached down and scooped her shaking body into his arms, pressing her head into his neck, crossing the fields, headed for the farmhouse. “Let’s tell Shane how good of a girl you were, huh?”

His long legs ate up the distance, bringing them up the porch steps and into the farmhouse within minutes. Setting Willow onto the floor, he pulled her phone out of his pocket and opened the camera. She whimpered as she looked up at him, her pupils blown out, black eclipsing her pretty ocean eyes.

There was dirt smudged across the bridge of her nose and cheeks, perfectly highlighting the tracks left from the tears that had cascaded down her face as he fucked her mouth earlier. Her lips were swollen and drool still ran down her chin. Her blonde curls were tangled, most of the long strands having escaped the ponytail they had been tied back in. She looked like a delicious little mess, and he couldn’t wait to tease Shane with it.

Angling the phone he snapped a picture and sent it to Shane’s contact along with a short message.

Got her all warmed up for ya.

“Look at you, little rabbit. All messy and desperate and all you did was suck my cock.”

Sebastian stood in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest, the black t-shirt he wore stretched tight across his pectorals, looking down at Willow’s small form, kneeling on the wood floor of her farmhouse. He smirked as she shifted, pressing her thighs together, attempting to get some friction on her needy little clit.

“You wanna come, Princess?” He chuckled as she whined again, nodding furiously. “You think you earned it, huh?”

“Y-yes, please, Bash.” Her lower lip trembled as she looked up at him, a desperate hope fluttering in her eyes.

He hummed noncommittally, making a show of considering her words, before walking over to the armchair in the living room. Willow watched as he turned it and scooted it so it was facing where she was kneeling on the floor of the entryway. His cock, still hard and glistening from her saliva, bobbed against his stomach, his belt buckle jangling with each movement. Once the chair was adjusted satisfactorily, he shucked off his jeans and sprawled into the armchair, one hand lazily stroking his dick as she watched.

“Come here, Willow.” He patted his thigh like he was summoning the family dog.

She went to stand when Sebastian cleared his throat, the sound freezing her in place.

“Crawl to me, Princess.”

He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees, intense heat shimmering in his gunmetal grey eyes, turning them almost silver. He was baiting her and she knew it. Willow felt her cheeks heat. Obediently dropping to her hands and knees, she began crawling the short distance to where he sat. Sitting back on her heels as she reached his feet, she kept her eyes down, praying to any gods that would listen, that maybe, Sebastian would have mercy on her and finally let her come.

“Look at you, so pretty when you’re being a good girl.”

One of his hands reached out, hooking two fingers underneath her chin and tipping her head up to meet his gaze. After a moment, she averted her eyes, suddenly shy in his presence despite having had him coming down her throat only minutes prior. His fingers relinquished their hold, his body sinking back into the chair, the leather creaking under his body as he settled in place.

“Touch yourself.”

Two words. Two words delivered in his dark tone and her world was tilting on its axis. Her head snapped up, her gaze immediately colliding with his. Spirits, this man truly was a demon. His easy arrogance as he sprawled out in the armchair made him look like the ruler of the underworld sitting on his throne and he had the attitude to match.

“W-what?” She stammered, tripping over the single word.

A wicked smile curved his mouth and she swore she could see flames dancing in his eyes. She could feel a fresh surge of arousal flood her panties and had to stifle a whimper.

“Touch yourself, baby girl.” He crooned. “Show me how you play with that pretty little pussy when I’m not around.”

Shyly, she spread her thighs, rocking back further on her heels as her right hand slid down her torso, beelining for her swollen clit. She sighed as her shaky fingers made contact, sliding down lower, coating them in her slick before bringing them back up to circle around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she lost herself in the soft waves of pleasure. Willow was so sensitive from Sebastian’s teasing that she felt her orgasm coiling in her core within moments of touching herself. Before she knew it, she was panting, tiny whines falling from her mouth as her hips jerked, her fingers circling faster, applying just enough pressure to have her body buzzing.

“Ahhh, the Princess likes her puffy little clit played with, huh?”

It had always been easier for her to get off purely with clitoral stimulation versus penetration, something she took full advantage of. Praying that Sebastian kept his stupid mouth shut and she was able to fall over the edge before he realized what was happening. Unable to resist, she forced her eyes open, a jolt running through her as she met Sebastian’s molten silver eyes that were trained on her, like he had been anticipating her actions.

The air crackled between them, the energy palpable. Her breath came faster as she drowned in his eyes, never wavering in their stare off. That coil of heat wound tighter, her release imminent. She watched, helpless to look away, as a cruel smile tipped his lips. And she knew, she knew, that he was about to ruin yet another orgasm for her. Desperation drove her, her next breath practically a sob as she circled her fingers faster, her eyes closing as she attempted to force that coil to snap.

Cool fingers wrapped around her wrist, pulling her fingers away from her pulsing clit and Willow lost it. A sob tumbling from her chest as tears tracked down her cheeks. Her body shook, the orgasm that had been so close fading, leaving her wrung out and burning at the same time.

“Shh. Little rabbit.” A tender hand cupped her cheek, thumb brushing away tears.

Willow forced her eyes open, anger rising like a tidal wave as she took in Sebastian’s smug face. His thumb moved down, dragging sensuously over her lower lip.

“Poor thing, do you wanna come, bab– Fuck!”

She cut off his insipid words by sinking her teeth into his thumb, hard. Anger riding her too hard to be concerned at the dangerous look in Sebastian’s eyes. She spat out his thumb that he had yet to remove from her mouth, then spit at him. The tiny glob of saliva flying through the air, seemingly in slow motion, before landing on his cheek.

There was a moment of dead silence, utter stillness reigning. Slowly, Sebastian brought his hand up, swiping over his cheek before holding his hand up between them, slowly rubbing with his thumb, smearing the saliva over his first two fingers as she watched like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Oh Princess. I really thought you were smarter than that.”

Finally her body unfroze and she scrambled backwards. Flipping to her hands and knees the ripped sundress tangled around her legs as she tried to get to her feet and out of Sebastian’s range. Before she could get any farther, one strong arm looped around her torso, drawing her against a hard chest.

“You thought you could run away from me, little rabbit?” His voice taunted in her ear, low and wicked.

He hoisted her up and kicked the armchair out of his way, setting her onto the soft rug on her hands and knees. Willow was thankful for the small amount of cushioning the rug provided as Sebastian’s hand banded around the nape of her neck and forced her upper body against the floor, pinning her in place.

With his free hand, Sebastian pushed up the hem of her sundress, baring her plush ass to his gaze, her pussy hidden by the thinnest scrap of soft pink lace. One finger traced over the lace trailing along her crack, making Willow shiver and whimper. He hooked a finger under the thong and yanked upwards, pulling the fabric taut against her swollen folds, smiling when Willow jolted, a little cry falling free only to be smothered by the rug her face was pressed into.

“Fuck you, Bash!” She managed to spit out as she rolled her head to the side, venom coating every word.

“That’s the plan here, Princess.”

Sebastian pulled the thong to the side, baring her lush pussy, his mouth watering for a taste. Later, he would taste her later, right now he had a plan to pull off. Before he could get any closer to her wet core, she bucked her hips, attempting to displace his hand on her neck.

“Drop the attitude, little rabbit, before I make it drip out of you.” He delivered the warning with a sharp spank, her fair skin immediately pinkening under the impact.

Willow squealed, attempting to rip herself out of his grip, but he tightened the hand on the nape of her neck, as he leaned over her body, using his weight to immobilize her. As he leaned closer he could feel her surrender as the tension drained from her body, her soft curves becoming pliant under his fingers once again.

“Bash, please. Stop teasing me!” She resorted back to begging.

Releasing her neck, he gripped the base of his dick and slowly guided himself to her core. Grabbing Willow’s phone from the side table, Sebastian unlocked it with her passcode then found Shane’s contact, tapping the option for a video call, while he slowly thrust against her sopping folds, coating his dick in her slick arousal.

“I’m at work you fucking asshole. What do you want?” Shane’s angry face came into view as he answered the call, his blue JojaMart cap pulled down low, almost covering his eyes.

Sebastian made sure the camera was trained on his face as he grinned cruelly before answering.

“Well, I was going to give you a little sneaky peaky of Willow’s sweet pussy split open on my cock. But with that attitude I don’t think I will now, old man.”

He teased the head of his cock through her slick folds, barely pressing the tip into her soaked entrance, making her cry out.

“Sebastian, please! Oh spirits. Just let me come!” Willow sobbed, dropping her head onto her arms, unaware that every word was being captured by her phone in Sebastian’s hand.

“Hear that, Shane? Says she needs to come.” Sebastian murmured into the phone before speaking up. “I don’t think you’ve earned it yet, Princess. Maybe a taste of this sweet cunt will convince me.”

Snapping his hips forward Sebastian buried his cock to the hilt in one thrust, the pleasure of being wrapped in her walls so intense he nearly dropped the phone held upright in his hand. Willow wailed, pushing her hips back and grinding against him, desperate for some sort of friction on her clit so she could come.

“Fuck she sounds desperate.” Shane’s rough groan came through the phone. “Lemme see, Seb.”

“Oh, now you’re interested in playing along, Shaney?” Sebastian grit out, Willow’s desperate little motions had sweat breaking out on his forehead as he fought to maintain his composure.

“Shuddup and show me that pretty little pussy, yeah?”

Sebastian made a show of considering Shane’s command while he slammed himself into Willow over and over again, loving the broken sobs and whimpers she tried to muffle by biting down onto her forearm, fat tears running down her face.

“This cock got you cryin’? That good huh, baby girl?”

“Ah, fuck, Seb. You sadistic bastard. Can’t believe m’gonna say this…” Shane sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “Please. Lemme see that pussy I know you’re wrecking.”

“So polite, Shaney, I knew you had it in you.” With a feral grin, Sebastian tapped at the phone, swapping the camera view, leaning back a little and slowing his movements so Shane had an unimpeded view of his cock as it slid in and out of Willow’s swollen core.

“Ungh, fuck. Look at ‘er.” Shane’s voice was low and gravely, desire dripping from every syllable.

“Bash! P-please! O-oh fuck, faster! Why did you slow down?”

Sebastian reached down with his free hand and slowly trailed it up her spine, threading his fingers into her long blonde curls, gripping onto her ponytail like a set of reins.

“What would Shane think, seeing you begging for another man’s cock while he’s at work?” He twisted the hand buried in her ponytail, dragging her head up as he lowered the phone into her line of sight with his other hand. “Look at this little slut, Shane. Have you ever seen anything so pathetic?”

There on the phone was a video call with Shane’s face, half hidden in shadow as he peered into the phone. Willow let out a high pitched whine, eyes nearly crossing as Sebastian slammed his cock into her harder and harder, that damned piercing hitting her just right, as Shane watched.

“Does he feel good, doll? Is he giving that pretty pussy what it deserves?”

Willow’s eyes snapped open at Shane’s rumbled questions. Humiliation had a hot flush stealing across her body, her cheeks lighting bright red at being caught begging and pleading for Sebastian’s cock. From the deepest recesses of her mind, a devious little thought popped into her brain. If Sebastian wouldn’t let her come, maybe Shane would.

“Shane!” She sobbed, drawing out the vowels of his name. “He won’t let me come!”

“Oh, is that so?” A low chuckle came across the line. “Sounds to me like you’re being punished, doll.”

She squinted at the phone screen, attempting to see Shane better despite Sebastian’s punishing thrusts. Wherever he was, it was dark. She could barely see his blue work cap, before she could look for any other details she was startled by Sebastian’s hand cracking down against her ass cheek, forcing a startled yelp from her throat.

“Damn fucking right she’s being punished.” Sebastian growled, yanking on her hair a little harder as he bottomed out on the next thrust. “Little rabbit thinks her teeth are sharper than mine.”

“Willow, did you bite Seb?” Shane couldn’t hold back the laugh that vibrated his voice, finding the idea of Sebastian getting chomped on by that little brat quite comical.

He watched through the phone as her eyes widened, then filled with tears. Little brat indeed. Shane thought as he stepped out the back door of JojaMart, taking the path around the store and headed towards Willow’s farm, a special surprise tucked away in his pocket. Morris wasn’t going to keep him from saving his girl from Seb’s sadistic brand of pleasure. He’d deal with the consequences of walking out without permission and shoplifting later.

“No!” She hollered out, immediately squealing as Sebastian brought his hand down on her ass again

“Naughty little liar.” He grunted as her pussy clamped down on him.

Sebastian pulled out from her tight cunt and yanked her body upright, nipping at her neck and shoulder as she squirmed. He kept the phone up in one hand, giving Shane a good view of her body, the once white sundress, filthy and torn down the middle was barely held up by the spaghetti straps on her shoulders, dirt and leaves still stuck to the fabric.

“Sweet Spirits, Seb. What did you do to her?” Shane asked, a note of concern in his voice.

He knew Sebastian liked his games and was likely kinkier across the board than he was. That had quickly become apparent when they had shared Willow all those weeks ago and Seb shoved his cock right alongside his as they fucked her. But he didn’t actually think Seb would do anything to hurt or scare her, that being said, little Willow looked absolutely wrecked.

“Nothin’ this little slut didn’t beg me for, Shane.”

Sebastian’s voice pulled Shane’s attention back to the phone in his hand. During his brief introspection, Sebastian had managed to lay Willow out on her back, the torn white sundress nowhere to be seen, leaving her clad in only a pair of lacy pink panties, her breasts heaving as she panted. Suddenly the camera view switched, going from Willow’s sweet body to Seb’s ugly mug.

“What the fuck, Seb. Switch it back, I don’t wanna look at you.”

“No can do, Shaney. I’ve gotta teach this little rabbit some manners and I’m gonna need both my hands to do so. Time to let you go.”

“Sebastian, don’t hang up. Just prop the phone up, but lemme watch.” Shane could just make out Willow’s soft moan in the background.

“Oh Shaney, you sound so pretty when you’re desperate. Too bad I’m not into dudes. Bye!”

The screen went black before Shane could get a word in edgewise. He was going to kill Sebastian when he finally got to the farmhouse. Tie him up in a chair and make him watch as he fucked Willow until she passed out. See how he liked it. With a huff, he tucked his cock into his waistband and increased his speed, determined to get to the farmhouse in under twenty minutes.

Sebastian loomed over Willow’s small form, kneeling between her spread legs, after having tossed her phone onto the couch after hanging up on Shane. He smirked, noticing right before he hung up that the other man had left work and was presumably on his way to the farmhouse. Which meant, if he was going to punish his little rabbit, he better get it done before Shane showed up and put an end to his fun. Sebastian knew hanging up on Shane was going to have the man fuming.

“Bash!” Willow’s head thrashed back and forth on the soft rug of her living room. “Bash baby, please!”

She almost didn’t know what she was begging for anymore, just that her body was on fire and her pussy ached, empty, clenching on nothing after having been stretched out by Sebastian’s cock. One of her hands snaked down her body, headed for her clit, if she could just get a little friction she was sure she would fall apart in seconds. Her body so oversensitized from Sebastian’s tormenting that a stiff breeze would send her over the edge. Willow could have cried as Sebastian’s hand locked around her wrist, halting her movement.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He tsked condescendingly. “Little liars don’t get to come.”

“Sebastian! Oh fuck, b-baby. I can’t! I can’t take it!” Desperation tinged every word, her hands scrabbling on the short length of the rug, attempting to hold onto something to keep herself grounded.

“You can take it, little rabbit.” The devil’s voice gentled, one hand petting down her thigh in a calming caress.

“I c-c-cant!” Fat tears gathered in her eyes, spilling over and dripping down her cheekbones, disappearing into the blonde hair at her temple.

Sebastian paused, his own eyes sweeping over her body as he shifted back slightly, removing his hand from her thigh, giving her space.

“Do you need to use your safeword, Princess?” He asked softly.

“If I use it, do I get to come?” Willow sniffled.

“No, baby girl. Using your safe word means we’re done for the night. I’ll run you a bath and we’ll go lay down.” He didn’t ever want Willow to feel coerced and wanted her to know she always had the option to stop and he wouldn’t keep trying to push the matter if she said no.

“Oh.” She paused, one hand wiping at her cheek. “But I want to come, Bash. So badly.”

He couldn’t stop the snort that escaped, the little brat was trying to play him.

“Then you’re gonna take what I give you, Princess.” He leaned over her, pressing a quick smacking kiss to her bruised lips. “And you’re going to say thank you when I’m done.”

Not wasting another second he moved his attention back to her dripping core, the lace of her thong fully saturated with her arousal. Reaching down he wrapped his fingers into the flimsy lace and tore it off of her body, holding the scraps in one hand.

“Bash! What the fuc– ugmhf!”

Her words were cut off when he leaned up and shoved the panties into her mouth, muffling her words. Instantly, fire roared in her eyes, the brat coming out to play.

“Touch those panties and you forfeit the right to come tonight.” His sharp voice whipped through the air as one of her hands froze, hovering above her mouth. “Don’t push me, little rabbit.”

Her arm flopped back to the carpet, sassy attitude written in every line of her body as she huffed in annoyance. She watched as Sebastian straightened on his knees, slowly dragging his t-shirt off, gripping it by the neck and pulling it over his head with one hand, revealing his toned chest covered in dark tattoos. He smirked at her dreamy eyes as he tossed the shirt to the side then lowered himself until he was level with her dripping pussy.

Diving right in, he licked one slow stripe up from her asshole ending at her clit, pressing a soft kiss to the bundle of nerves as he reached the apex of her thighs. His big hands were clamped onto her thighs, pressing them down into the rug, not allowing her to squirm or shift, controlling her pleasure. Slowly, he twirled his tongue around her swollen clit, barely applying any pressure, knowing she was hanging right on that edge.

Willow’s head thrashed back and forth, the lace in her mouth muffling her cries. Her hands flew down, tangling in Sebastian’s longer hair at the top of his head, attempting to push him into place, to give her what she needed.

Her nails scraped over his scalp, ripping a tortured groan out of his throat. The sweet bite of pain making his hips buck, grinding his cock into the soft rug beneath him. He allowed her to press his face further into her sloppy folds, laying his tongue flat and letting her grind herself over him, riding his face. He could feel her thighs tremble, her breaths coming out as ragged gasps as she moved faster. Her desperation pulled a chuckle from him, a whine spilling from her as the vibrations traveled across that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Just as her undulations became slightly erratic, Sebastian pulled his head back, swatting at her hands as they yanked on his hair trying to keep him locked against her clit. He sat back, to her utter dismay, delivering one swat to her clit, making her entire body lock up, snatching the orgasm from her grasp again.

“I told you, little liars don’t get to come.” He crawled over her body, lining his cock up with her core, swiping the fat head through her slick. “It’s a good thing I’m not a liar, huh?”

With that he slammed into her, bottoming out in one stroke, the tiny panties stuffed in Willow’s mouth muffling her cry. Leaning on one forearm Sebastian reached up and gently pulled the panties from her mouth, holding onto them as he swooped down to claim her mouth with his own. Tangling his tongue with her, he licked into her mouth, swallowing down her cries as he fucked into her, hard.

Sebastian knew he had maybe minutes at most before Shane walked in through the front door, thrusting harder, grabbing her hands that were pressed to his chest in one fist and pinning them above her head. The laid out position ensured that his pelvis was grinding against her swollen clit on every thrust.

“Bash! Please! Oh fuck me, please! Right there!”

He could feel her tight cunt starting to flutter around him as his balls drew up tight. A feral grin breaking over his face as he raced to reach his orgasm before Willow could. Reaching up, he shoved the panties back in her mouth, stifling her begging. He released her hands then leaned back on his calves, one hand gripping her hips to angle her as he moved, never slipping out.

Her cries got higher in pitch as Sebastian’s hips stuttered, euphoria flooding his veins. He barely managed to resist the urge to bury his cock as deep as possible, pulling out until just his tip was inside as his dick jerked, spilling his release inside as his hand gripped the base, pumping several times to ensure every last drop was milked from his balls.

Despite the spinning in his head, Sebastian forced himself to move, pulling out and watching in satisfaction as his cum dripped slowly from her swollen pussy. Scooting back, he brought himself level with her glistening cunt, using two fingers to scoop up the excess cum and push it back into her quivering hole as he brought his mouth down to her clit.

Her hands immediately threaded through his hair, pulling hard as she held him against her clit, incoherently pleading through the gag in her mouth. Quickly, his long fingers fucked into her, hitting that spongy spot on her front wall with every movement. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he flicked the tip of his tongue against the swollen bundle of nerves, feeling her pussy pulse with every movement of his tongue.

Willow’s entire body was trembling, her neurons overloaded with the sudden onslaught of pleasure that had been denied to her previously. That coil in her belly felt monstrous, something that had been slowly growing throughout the entire night and now that the ledge stood in front of her she was terrified of jumping off. But Sebastian would not be denied, scraping his teeth over her clit, the coil snapped.

Shane muttered increasingly creative curses, all directed at the dark haired menace inside the farmhouse with his girl, under his breath as he reached Willow’s porch steps. Pausing at the bottom of the steps he took a moment to catch his breath from the brisk walk over. The curtains were all pulled, only the slightest glow from the lamps inside could be seen through the sheer panels, indicating someone was home.

Taking the steps two at a time, Shane moved quickly, more than ready to get to Willow and steal some of her sweet body for himself. As he crossed the porch he could hear muffled cries, steadily increasing in pitch, floating out from the open windows. His cock twitched at the sound, knowing that pitch usually meant she was about to fall apart. He hurried, throwing open the front door completely unprepared for the sight that greeted him.

There, spread out on the rug in the living room, was Willow with Seb positioned between her legs, feasting on her pussy. Shane stood frozen in the doorway, entranced as he watched Willow detonate, her back arching off the floor as she came. Sebastian drew back, his hand working over her clit as she squirted, coating his chest with her release.

“That’s it, little rabbit. Fuckin’ drench me.” Seb growled as he continued to push her through her orgasm, demanding more. “C’mon, Princess, don’t ‘cha wanna show off how pretty you look when you come to Shane?”

Sebastian threw a dirty smirk over his shoulder, making eye contact with the older man standing in the doorway as his fingers slipped back inside Willow’s pussy, drawing another orgasm out of her, a muffled shriek echoing through the room, a fresh flood of her release spilling out and onto the rug.

“Gonna stand there all night, old man?”

The words finally penetrated his brain, forcing his feet into action, closing the front door and peeling off his JojaMart sweatshirt, tossing it over the couch. As he prowled into the living room and stood over Seb, he took off his cap and settled it backwards on his head. His eyes took in Willow’s flushed body, his cock twitching against the zipper of his jeans when he noticed her panties balled up and stuffed in her mouth, no doubt the reason why her sweet sounds were so muffled.

Using one hand, he palmed Sebastian’s head like a gridball and pushed him over to the side, chuckling when the slim man tumbled over onto his side. Not having expected the push, he didn’t have a chance to brace himself, sending him sprawling.

Kneeling down in the spot Sebastian previously occupied, Shane smoothed his hands over the outside of Willow’s soft legs, moving from her thighs to her hips. Her eyes flew open at the sensation, tears filling her pretty ocean eyes and tumbling down her cheeks.

“Sh-sh-shane!” She whimpered.

“Hey, doll.” Shane crawled up her body, his knees squishing in the wet rug underneath them.

He gently tugged the panties from her mouth, tossing them to the side as he cupped her cheek, brushing the tears away with his thumb. Her teeth were clacking together as her body trembled, little aftershocks rolling over her body from her massive orgasm.

“Shhh, it’s alright, pretty girl. Look at you, did Seb make you feel good after all?” He threw a dirty look over his shoulder, finding the other man wiping down his chest with what looked to be his discarded shirt.

“Of course I made her feel good, Shaney. You saw that for yourself when you walked in the door.” Sebastian shrugged when he caught Shane’s eye, plastering on a lazy smile that he knew would drive the other man crazy.

Shane directed his attention back to Willow, leaning back and allowing himself to get a glimpse of her well fucked pussy. Pink and puffy, glistening with her own release as well as Seb’s dripping from her abused hole. Reaching down he ghosted two fingers over the swollen flesh, loving the way her head fell back on a gasp at the sensation.

“Can you handle more, pretty girl?”

Willow’s head bobbed up and down enthusiastically despite the aches running through her body from Sebastian’s rough treatment. Shane chuckled, getting to his knees so he could scoop her up into his arms. Once he had her secured, he stood up and made his way to her bedroom. Crossing the room, he tossed her slight form onto the center of the bed, loving her little giggle of amusement as her body bounced once before nearly being swallowed by the amount of soft, plush blankets covering the bed.

Footsteps had him looking over his shoulder to see Sebastian strolling into the room, still completely naked, plopping himself in the padded chair that was next to several bookshelves, not far from the foot of the bed. Sebastian gave him a little get on with it gesture with his hand, looking way too smug for his own good. Blowing out an irritated huff of breath, Shane turned back to the bed, his hands going to his belt, unbuckling it, so he could join Willow in the bed.

A devious plan popped into his head, the perfect way to get back at Seb for being a brat all evening. Slowly, he pulled the belt free from his cargo shorts as they dropped to the ground, then spun, advancing quickly on Sebastian. The other man’s eyes widened comically as Shane moved lightning fast, one beefy hand locking around Seb’s throat, not allowing the little shit a chance to escape his punishment.

“Shane. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Any heat from the accusatory words was belied by the breathy tone of Seb’s voice, not to mention the way his pupils dilated, the black eating up his grey irises like a lunar eclipse. An interesting response, that Shane filed away for examination at a later date.

“Hands behind your back Seb.” Shane held up the belt. “Since you got our little doll all to yourself tonight, I figured I was owed some uninterrupted one on one time with her.”

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed, but he obediently placed his hands behind his back, allowing Shane to loop his belt around them, before pushing him back into the rocking chair. Again, Shane moved quickly to complete his trap, reaching between the slats of the chair to pull the belt through and knot it in place, properly securing Sebastian to the chair.

He detoured back to his shorts, grabbing a slim plastic container out of the pocket, tearing into it and pulling out a thin black collar and a remote. Walking back over to Seb, he grabbed the younger man by the throat again, holding him still as he snapped the collar around his slim neck. Slowly he unfurled his hand from his neck, tracing over the collar as he pulled away, holding up the remote in full view.

“Hey! Shane, what the fuck?” Sebastian’s eyes widened slightly. “What is that? Shane! Answer me, you fuck!”

“Sorry, Sebby. Bad dogs don’t get rewarded.” Shane grinned nastily at him before moving back to the bed where Willow was propped up on the edge watching the scene unfold with undisguised glee in her eyes. “No hard feelings, bud. Watch closely, maybe you’ll learn something.”

Reaching out, he let one hand slip around the back of Willow’s neck, pulling her head towards him, crashing his lips down on hers. She sighed into his mouth, immediately parting her lush lips and allowing his tongue entrance. He breathed her in as the little brat sucked on his tongue, teasing and running over it like she would the head of his cock.

“Fuck, doll.” Shane groaned, pulling back from her wicked mouth. “Do that again and I’ll have you on your knees so fast your head will spin.”

Willow moved, grinding her body against Shane, goading him, pushing him, needing more. She was tired of being denied.

“Shane, please!”

“What do you need, pretty girl?” He grit his teeth together as her wet core passed over his boxer clad erection, trying so hard to not toss her soft body onto the bed and fuck her until she passed out.

“Make me come, Shane. Please!” She leaned back, her arms looped around his neck, big blue eyes pleading.

“You heard the little rabbit, Shane. Make her come.” Sebastian piped up from his spot in the chair.

“Shoulda got you a muzzle too.” Shane growled, tossing a glare over his shoulder as he pressed the first button on the remote.

A yelp flew from Sebastian’s mouth as he twitched in the chair, the collar delivering quite the punch, despite being turned to lowest setting. Shane watched in satisfaction as the younger man shifted, unable to rub away the lingering sting from the shock. Another wicked smile passed over his lips, this was going to be fun.

Turning back to Willow, he pushed her back onto the bed then pulled her hips so they were situated right at the edge. Hooking his thumbs into his boxers, he sent them tumbling to the ground with one push, freeing his aching cock. Shane wrapped one hand around the base of his erection, lining it up perfectly with Willow’s sloppy pussy.

Slowly he drug the fat head of his cock through her folds, coating himself in her slick release before pushing into her, the hand gripping the remote coming up to grip onto her hip as he sunk into her hot, wet center as his other hand grabbed his shirt hem and hoisted it up so he could hold it up with his teeth.

“Shane!” Willow gasped, lifting her hips, offering him a better angle to thrust into.

“That’s it, Shane. Fuck my cum into that tight little pussy.” Sebastian piped up, making sure he wasn’t forgotten.

He groaned as his cock twitched, somehow the thought was strangely erotic. Shaking it out of his head, he brought one hand down and thumbed over Willow’s puffy little clit, his thrusts stuttering as her pussy clamped down so hard that he could barely move. She threw her head back, a high pitched keen escaping as she shuddered, her muscles spasming as Shane kept stroking over her clit drawing out her release.

“Attagirl. Fuck, you’re coming so pretty for me.” Shane praised Willow as her body writhed under his.

As he petted her softly, he could hear Sebastian shifting on his chair, likely wishing he had a better view of their girl as she came all over his cock. Shane leaned down, kissing up Willow’s body until he was hovering over her lips, his hips still thrusting lazily, gliding in and out of her body as she came down from her high.

“How ya feelin’ pretty girl?” He asked, pressing a quick kiss to her swollen lips. “You up to punishing that bastard Seb a bit?”

Eagerly Willow nodded, stealing another kiss of her own, sighing as Shane’s tongue twined around hers.

“Thatsa good girl, doll.” Pressing one last kiss to her lips, Shane moved back, groaning as his cock slid free of her heat.

Grabbing her hand and leveraging her upright, Shane pressed down on the remote, delivering another low level shock to Sebastian out of nowhere, chuckling when he could hear Seb’s choked inhale.

“Y-you asshole. The fuck was t-that f-for?” Sebastian’s words stuttered as the electric pulse gripped his body.

He looked over to see Shane whispering in Willow’s ear, one hand gently cupping her cheek, looking like the quintessential loving couple. Sebastian jerked against his restraints, only succeeding in scooting the chair forward maybe an inch. Fucking hell, he was going to destroy Shane when he got out of this chair.

His thoughts of Shane’s downfall were interrupted when Willow stood up and crossed the small distance to him, her lush breasts swaying as she walked, a sinful smirk on her face.

“Little rabbit, you wore out the old man already?” Sebastian taunted, despite knowing better.

“Bash, that’s not very nice.” Willow tsked, moving in closer so her lips hovered just above his, looking directly into his stormy grey eyes. “If I were you, I’d be on my best behavior.”

She stepped back just as Sebastian surged forward, attempting to press his lips to hers.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Holding up the remote in full view, Willow pressed down at random, delivering a stronger shock to him. The electric current had Sebastian’s head falling back with a hiss, eyes screwed shut, the tendons in his neck standing out in stark relief as his body clenched.

As he battled the current, Willow felt Shane step up behind her, his thick cock grinding against her ass as one of his hands tucked around her hip, dragging her closer.

“Mmm. So fuckin’ bloodthirsty, pretty girl.”

Willow sighed as Shane kissed over the slope of her neck, sucking a hickey into the delicate skin. Her eyes stayed locked on Sebastian, noting with interest that his dick was already starting to thicken, twitching weakly against his belly. Finally, Seb’s grey eyes blinked back open, hazy with… pleasure?

“Oh fuck me, you’re getting off on this?” Shane’s incredulous voice barked from over her shoulder.

“Don’t tell me you’re surprised I like a little pain, Shaney?”

Sebastian threw his own nasty grin back at Shane, baring his teeth, looking like a wolf caught in a trap and Willow found her heart rate increasing at the feral look in his eyes, the urge to check that his hands were still bound to the chair having her stumbling half a step forward.

“Shane!” She gasped as two hands banded around her hips, dragging her backwards.

“C’mere doll, get on your knees.” He pushed down, gently urging her to the ground. “Let Seb watch, and maybe if he’s a good dog, I’ll let you touch him.”

Following his commands, Willow lowered to her knees, edging closer so that she was practically wedged in between Sebastian’s legs, looking up at Shane. The older man still had a white t-shirt on and his Joja cap on backwards, making him look younger in the soft light of the bedroom lamps. Obediently, she settled her hands on Sebastian’s outstretched thigh, pressing her breasts against his warm skin as she opened her mouth, laying her tongue flat.

“Look at you, pretty girl. So eager for this cock, huh?” Shane asked as he moved in closer, slapping the head of his cock down onto her outstretched tongue, smacking it several times.

She could feel Sebastian’s quad flex under her hands as Shane suddenly thrust his thick length into her mouth without warning, making her choke and sputter. Immediately tears sprung to Willow’s eyes as Shane pressed in further, wedging the fat head of his cock firmly in her windpipe. He held still as she gagged around him, her nose practically pressed into the coarse, dark hair of his groin.

Reflexively she swallowed around him, barely registering Shane’s groan over the blood pounding in her ears, spots dancing in her vision as she struggled to draw oxygen into her lungs. Suddenly he pulled out, a rush of saliva flowing over her chin and dripping over her breasts as she gasped, greedily sucking down oxygen into her starved lungs.

“Fucking hells, old man. She was practically turning blue.”

Distantly she registered the sound of Sebastian jerking in his chair, fighting the restraints. It wasn’t like Sebastian hadn’t been doing the exact same thing to her earlier that night anyways. She found her hand clumsily pressing down on the remote, lighting up the collar again, just for the hell of it.

“Naughty girl.” Shane’s hand tipped her chin back up, his cock nudging at her lips as Sebastian’s legs squeezed around her body, locked up from the shock.

Shane guided his cock back into Willow’s sinful mouth, locking his knees as he watched her swollen lips stretch around his length. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Sebastian’s body slump back into the chair, Willow finally having released him from the electric current, the little brat was enjoying having control of that remote almost too much. Shane would have felt bad, except he could see how much the whole situation was turning Seb on, his cock now fully hard, smearing precum over his stomach as it twitched.

Sebastian watched as Shane plunged himself deep into Willow’s willing mouth again and again, the sound of her choking echoing through the room. He couldn’t stop his hips from bucking at the erotic sight, his cock fully engorged and aching yet again, despite having already come twice. He desperately needed Willow’s sweet hands on him, or better yet, to sink back inside that sweet pussy. Again he strained against the belt that tied him to the chair, his fingers trembling with the need to touch Willow’s soft skin, to grip her throat as Shane fucked into it.

Pleasure swamped Shane, his knees shaking as Willow’s tight throat convulsed around the sensitive tip of his cock, milking copious amounts of precum from him. One of his hands shot out, gripping the chair that Seb was tied to in an attempt to keep himself upright. Reluctantly he pulled back, knowing he would come in record time if he kept fucking her mouth and the only place he was coming tonight was deep inside that tight little pussy.

Moving back a step, he put his hands on Willow’s shoulders and guided her to turn so she was facing Sebastian, his long cock inches from her mouth. Shane had to wrap a hand in her long blonde curls, holding her in place as she tried to dive down and take Sebastian into her mouth.

“You can touch him, pretty girl, but no mouth until I say so, got it?” Shane asked as he tipped her head back, her hazy blue eyes staring back. “Give me the remote too, doll.”

He held out his hand, releasing the tension on her hair and allowing her head to drop as he felt the remote press into the palm of his outstretched hand. He watched as Willow ran her tiny hands up Sebastian’s thighs, tracing over his skin without ever actually touching his dick, despite Sebastian’s constant shifting, attempting to guide her hands to his cock.

Trying to hide a chuckle at the little brat’s actions, he nudged her backside, prompting her to raise up on her knees as he knelt down behind her and lined up his cock with her dripping center. Pushing forward, he slid in easily, the combination of her saliva still coating his thick cock mixing with her own arousal and Sebastian’s cum still leaking from her.

Willow gasped as Shane’s cock filled her in one sharp thrust that pushed her body forward, flattening her against Sebastian’s torso. Her eyes closed as she whimpered, breathing through the slight burn that came from how fully Shane’s thick cock filled her, stretching her sensitive flesh as he plowed his way inside her. She could feel Sebastian’s dick thrusting against her from where it was situated between her breasts, sliding easily thanks to the drool that had dripped down over her breasts as Shane fucked her throat earlier.

“F-fuc-ngh!” Sebastian’s body locked back up, his cock pulsing as waves of electric current flowed through him thanks to the collar around his neck.

Shane fucked into her harder, Willow’s tight cunt strangling him even tighter than her throat had. He watched as she cupped her tits, pushing them together around Sebastian’s cock as his hips bucked wildly. Both men groaned in unison as they watched Willow open her mouth and let saliva run off her tongue, dripping over the head of Seb’s dick and spattering over the tops of her tits.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Doesn’t she look good, Seb?” Shane pressed down on the remote again, preventing the other man from answering his question.

Sebastian found himself groaning as the leather of the belt bit into the skin of his wrists with the thrashing of his body. The sharp pin pricks of pain quickly morphed into hot, heady pleasure drifting through his bloodstream. He panted as the collar finally stopped zapping him, granting him a momentary reprieve. Willow’s plush tits were smothering his dick as he rutted against them, the friction on the head of his cock was exquisite, each thrust having him seeing stars. More, he needed more.

“Gimme that mouth, little rabbit.” He begged. “Suck on my cock as I fuck those tits.”

Lust drunk, hazy ocean eyes stared up at him, her mouth open as she whined and moaned with each of Shane’s brutal thrusts. She managed a nod and started lowering her head. Just as her tongue was about to swipe over the tip, Shane yanked her head back, a sharp cry falling from her mouth at the harsh movement.

“What the fuck did I say about using your mouth on him, doll?” Shane’s voice ground out, jerking on her hair a little harder when she didn’t immediately answer.

“U-umm.” She hedged.

Sebastian couldn’t stop the chuckle that bubbled up, obviously the little brat was not paying attention when Shane was laying down the law earlier.

“Oh little rabbit, you’re in trouble now.” Sebastian taunted, slowly pushing his cock between her breasts, thrusting the tip up as high as he could get it, nearly reaching her mouth.

“Fuck, Seb. Do you ever stop running that mouth?” Shane scowled at the other man as he pressed his thumb against the remote again, sending the strongest shock yet, watching with a satisfied smile as the cocky grin was wiped off Seb’s face, replaced with strain as his head was flung back as his muscles seized again.

Turning his attention back to Willow, Shane delivered a strong slap to her ass, loving the way her pussy clamped down on him despite her squeal of outrage.

“Shane! Please!”

She pushed her ass back as her body tingled, the pain morphing into syrupy sweet pleasure that had her begging for more. Willow managed to keep the grip she had on her breasts, squeezing them tightly around Sebastian’s cock as she rocked back and forth, her body pushed by Shane’s rough thrusts.

“Fine, go ahead and let Seb feel how good that wicked little mouth feels.” Shane grunted as he smacked her ass again, his hand palming her flesh and digging in, adding to the pain.

Sebastian was wrecked, his extremities tingling and head spinning as he felt Willow’s hot mouth envelop the head of his cock on his next thrust. He wanted to keep his cock in her mouth forever, but his body was still jerking from the latest round of current that Shane had zapped him with. Erratically he thrust his hips, pushing up as high as possible, reaching for the wet heat of her mouth.

“Oh fuck, yes. Just like that Princess. O-oh fuck, fuck!” He was babbling, words falling from his mouth as the pleasure in his body coiled higher, his neurons overstimulated in the best way.

“Look at you, pretty girl.” Shane punctuated his words with each hard snap of his hips. “Drivin’ him crazy with that mouth, aren’t you, doll?”

He could feel Willow’s pussy starting to flutter, the hot walls massaging his cock, sucking him deeper. His balls tightened, knowing that she was getting close nearly enough to set off his own orgasm. Shane took a second to breathe through his nose, counting backwards from twenty, trying to stave off his own release. Deviously, he found his thumb pressing down on the remote again, deciding torturing Seb a bit more might give him something better to focus on.

“A-agh, fuckkkk.” Sebastian hissed, his body locking up again as the current from the collar poured through him.

If he could have drawn a breath, Sebastian would be sobbing, instead the only sound he was capable of making was a low whine, his vision whiting out as Willow leaned down and took his cock to the back of her throat in one motion. The collar finally let up, but his body stayed rigid, release crashing over him, his balls aching as he emptied himself in her mouth.

Willow choked as Sebastian’s cock pulsed in her mouth, his cum pouring down her throat, filling her mouth and dripping down his length. She moaned as Shane’s arm wrapped around her hip, his fingers playing over her clit, sliding over the swollen nub. Broken, whimpered sounds fell from Sebastian’s mouth, the man sounding utterly wrecked as his orgasm rolled on and on. Shane pinched her clit as he brought his other hand down over her ass again, sending her flying as her orgasm roared over her body, her cries muffled by Sebastian’s cock still filling her mouth.

Shane only managed three more sloppy thrusts before he buried himself deep, cock throbbing as he painted her insides with his cum, the rhythmic clenching of her muscles milking him for all he was worth.

“Oh fuck, yes, just like that, doll.” He groaned as he offered two more weak thrusts, shuddering when the oversensitivity kicked in from the way her walls gripped at his cock.

Quickly he pulled out, fighting back another groan as he watched his cum pour out of her hole, running down her puffy folds and dripping onto the floor. Willow whimpered as she pulled off of Sebastian’s cock, licking up any stray drops of cum.

“F-fuck. Willow, baby.” Sebastian’s voice was wrecked, no sign of his usual deep velvet tones to be found, as he squirmed, trying to escape Willow’s tongue as it kept swirling around his oversensitized head. “Oh fuck. P-please.”

Shane couldn’t help himself from peering closer, noting the tears that were leaking from Seb’s eyes. Having a little mercy since Sebastian was tied up still, he reached down and threaded his hand into Willow’s hair, pulling her off of the other man and gathering her in his arms.

“Easy, easy, doll. You’re killing the poor guy.” He teased her as he carried her to the bathroom.

Using one hand he pulled a towel from the rack and spread it over the counter then set Willow down, stepping between her legs as he laid a soft kiss on her pouty lips.

“Hang tight, pretty girl.” He tossed over his shoulder as he turned on the shower, cranking the lever over to the hot side. “Lemme go free Seb, then we’ll get you cleaned up, ‘kay?”

Willow nodded tiredly. Her whole body starting to shake as she came down from the endorphin high. Snagging another quick kiss as he walked out, Shane headed back to the bedroom and walked over to where Seb was still bound to the chair, eyes closed with his head leaned back. He ran his eyes over him critically, checking to make sure he was all in one piece.

“Seb. Sebastian?” Shane called out, circling around the back of the chair and starting to undo the knot he tied in the belt.

“Wha–?” Sebastian’s voice was gravely and groggy.

“C’mon man, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Shane pushed Seb’s hands out from the loops of the belt, his fingers brushing over the red welts left on the delicate skin where he had obviously been pulling against the leather. He frowned, not liking the sight of the marks, his brain already planning on ordering a set of actual comfortable cuffs online.

Moving back around to the front of the chair, Shane slowly reached out for Seb’s neck, trying not to spook Sebastian as he seemed pretty out of it. As his fingers made contact with the skin of Sebastian’s neck, blown silver eyes whipped up meeting his gaze.

“S’all good, Seb. Let’s get this collar off, yeah?”

Sebastian hummed noncommittal, his brain struggling to come back online as his body still fought to recalibrate, his eyes drooping shut again. All he could think was how good Shane’s fingers felt as they trailed over his neck, loosening the collar. It was Shane’s hiss that broke him from his hazy thoughts, his eyes opening back up to look into the older man’s pretty hazel orbs.

“Fuck Sebastian, you’ve got a burn. I’m sorry, baby.” Shane froze as the pet name passed his lips, not having actually meant to say it. “I-I mean...”

“S’okay, Shaney.” Sebastian mumbled, ducking his head and attempting to fall back on his usual attitude to cover up the fact that he was blushing like crazy. “Felt fuckin’ incredible.”

Sebastian plastered on one of his usual devil may care grins as he stood up. His attempt to crowd Shane’s space and force him to retreat backfired as his knees wobbled. His muscles were so overtaxed that he would have tumbled to the ground if it weren’t for Shane looping a beefy arm around his waist as he started to fall.

“Sweet Spirits, Seb!” Shane hauled the taller man against his side, a pang of worry rushing through him when he noticed how hard Sebastian was trembling.

Sebastian tried to push him away, not succeeding in moving Shane’s arm at all. He huffed once, before finally allowing himself to sink into the older man’s grasp. Once Shane felt Seb’s body relax he hauled him into his arms, just like he scooped up unruly roosters on the farm, and marched him into the bathroom.

Splashing water caught his attention, the little brat had decided to get a jump start on the shower it seemed. Sighing, he set Sebastian down near the counter, watching with a critical eye as Seb grabbed onto the counter for support.

“Willow, doll? You almost done?”

“Yeah, pretty much. Sorry sugar, I just got really cold.” She replied with a giggle.

Shane tossed his cap on the counter and whipped off his shirt before gently tugging on Seb’s arm, leading him over to the shower. Sebastian was grateful for Shane’s steadying grip, although he would never say it out loud. He was also extremely grateful that Willow had upgraded her bathroom this last winter, springing for a huge walk-in shower with a rainfall head and multiple additional heads on the three walls.

He couldn’t stop the groan that left him as Shane muscled him underneath the spray of water. Suddenly Willow was right there, her slick body pressed up against his front, keeping him from tipping over. She blinked up at him, crystalline water drops clinging to her long lashes, making her look like a water nymph.

“S’fuckin’ pretty, baby girl.” His hand found her cheek, brushing over her soft skin as she hummed in pleasure.

“C’mon Bashy. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Holding out her hand, Shane slapped a washcloth onto her outstretched palm before drizzling a good amount of body wash over the top of it. Bringing her hands together, Willow scrunched the cloth, activating the suds before she began swiping it over Sebastian’s skin. The trio stayed quiet, the only noise coming from the sound of the water pouring from the showerheads. Finishing with his front, Willow passed the washcloth back to Shane, who was standing at Sebastian’s back, keeping an eye on them.

At the insistence in her eyes, Shane moved closer, dragging the washcloth over Sebastian’s tattooed back, trying not to linger despite how badly he wanted to. He was slightly concerned when he realized Sebastian’s trembling still hadn’t receded. Willow was still pressed to his front, her hands pressed against his chest, doing her part to keep him upright. Moving a little more briskly, Shane finished washing Seb’s back then quickly wiped himself down before tossing the washcloth into the corner of the large tiled shower and shutting off the water.

Sebastian still felt like his body was floating. He was briefly aware of a washcloth passing over his body, the soft scent of lavender and vanilla filling his senses, further relaxing his body. His legs were shaking so badly he wasn’t sure how he was still standing. There was heat at both his front and back and he found himself nuzzling into Willow’s neck as he slumped forward, his muscles no longer interested in keeping him upright.

Making eye contact with Willow, Shane checked to make sure she had a good grip on Sebastian before he stepped out, grabbing the towels Willow must have laid out while he was getting Seb from the bedroom. Wrapping one around himself, Shane grabbed the other two and moved back into the shower, draping one around Sebastian’s shoulders as he handed the other around his body to Willow.

“Bash.” Willow spoke softly, carding a hand through his wet hair. “C’mon honey, let’s get you dried off and into bed.”

After some unintelligible muttering, she was able to coax Sebastian out of the shower and pinned him against the counter, still not sure that he would be able to stand unassisted. Shane hovered nearby, towel tucked around his waist, several missed drops of water cascading down his pectorals making her mouth water for a moment before she was able to focus back on her current task of getting Sebastian into bed.

“Shane baby, there’s some antiseptic cream and bandages on the kitchen table, can you grab them please?” Her brow furrowed as she inspected the slight burn on Sebastian’s neck from the collar.

It would likely fade by morning, but she wanted to dress it just in case. Shane returned moments later, setting the requested items on the counter, just in time to catch Sebastian as he pitched forward.

“Oh shit! Bash!” Willow gasped, whirling around from where she stood three feet away, having moved for literally two seconds to grab her hairbrush from the cabinet next to the shower.

“M’gonna go lay him down. He’s dry enough and we don’t need him knocking his brains out on the floor if he eats shit again.”

Sebastian’s head popped up as Shane lifted him into his arms again, throwing him over his shoulder like the sacks of mineral he had to tote out to the pasture every few weeks for the cows back on the farm.

“What the fuck r’ya doin?”

“Seb, baby. Even your words are slurred. You really think you can stand?” Shane chuckled as he walked back into the bedroom.

There was a long drawn out sigh before Sebastian answered, voice small, none of his usual cocky attitude present.

“No.”

“That’s what I thought. Now…” He carefully flopped Sebastian’s limp body onto the bed. “Lay down until Willow gets in here.”

Sebastian groaned and stretched out on the bed, tossing his towel to the side, inadvertently landing it directly over Shane’s head, making him snicker as he burrowed under the copious amounts of blankets. Shane pulled the towel off his head with a glare, any retort withering on his tongue as Willow walked into the room, naked as the day she was born.

“Mmm, that’s what m’fuckin’ talkin’ ‘bout. C’mere, lil rabbit.” Sebastian had sat up in the bed, making grabby hands at Willow as she moved over to the bed.

Shane barely restrained his laugh, Sebastian was fucking adorable when he was an overstimulated little mess. His brain carefully tucked that fact away for future reference as he watched Willow crawl onto the bed, straddling Sebastian’s lap, a bandage and antiseptic cream held in one hand.

“Hi Bashy.” She fluttered her lashes at him. “Lay down for me honey, I need to look at your neck.”

“Anything to keep ya on top of me, love.” He replied with a roguish smile as he reclined in the center of the bed, tossing his arms behind his head as he watched her move with laser focus.

He relaxed as her hands swept over the tender skin around his neck. Eyes fluttering shut, her weight resting on his chest acting like a weighted blanket, Sebastian succumbed to slumber.

“He asleep?” Shane asked, leaning over the bed.

“Yeah, he is.”

Happy that the small burn was taken care of, Willow carefully slid off of Sebastian, setting the wrapper from the bandage and the ointment into Shane’s outstretched hand. As he put the items away, Willow snuggled under the covers, giggling as Sebastian rolled over and pulled her towards him in his sleep. She laid her head on his bicep, and wiggled until she got comfy, Sebastian’s body spooned tightly around her back. Briefly she wondered what was taking Shane so long as her eyes got heavy. Unable to keep them open any longer, Willow let her eyelids droop shut, falling asleep in minutes.

Shane stepped back through the doorway and paused, struck again at how perfect Sebastian and Willow looked as they curled up together. A smile stole over his face as he realized Sebastian had situated himself in the middle of the bed, leaving only one open spot for him to occupy. After pausing at the foot of the bed to slip on his boxers, Shane carefully slid into the bed, scooting in and wrapping his body against Sebastian’s back. Tension seeped out of his body as he closed his eyes and listened to the soft breaths of his two lovers. Before he knew it he had fallen asleep, quickly following them into dreamland.