“I’ve been thinking about how much fun it would be to have you and Jess tied up side by side,” I said, swirling my finger over his anus before I pressed inside. He groaned, muffling his mouth against the blanket again. “I could finger you both at the same time, see which one of you starts shaking first.” He was already shaking and stiffened for a moment as he tried to stop himself. “Stretch you both until I can fist you. I’d love to have a brat impaled on both hands.”

“It won’t happen,” he said, the words quivering. “You know it won’t ever fucking happen.”

“That’s what you told yourself about me too, wasn’t it?” I loved forcing him to keep talking when he could barely get out two sentences. I probed him, pumping my finger in and out as I added a little more lube. “And see how that turned out.”

“She ghosted,” he huffed, dissolving into a moan as I slowly added a second finger. “She doesn’t…fuck…she doesn’t want us…”

“Yes, she does.” The way his ass squeezed around my fingers drove me wild. I wanted to bury myself inside him, hear him cry my name as I bottomed out. “She wants it, Jason. She wants you. Wants us. You really think that girl hasn’t been obsessing over that night ever since it happened? After the way she acted today?” I curled my fingers inside him, pressing down against the small, firm bump of his prostate. “Do you remember how sexy she looked on her knees for us? How good her mouth felt around your cock?”

His fingers clenched into fists, desperate sounds punctuating his gasping breaths. He thrust against the pillow again, unable to stroke himself with his hands tied. I kept fingering him, massaging over that walnut-sized bump.

“I’d tie you both up,” I said, my voice growing rough the more worked up I became. “Bend you over side by side, make you watch each other’s faces while I edge you.” I smacked his ass again, chuckling at his struggling. “Stop wiggling so much. You’re not going anywhere.”

I added more lube and a third finger. He pressed his mouth against the blankets and yelled, the sound sending a pleasurable shudder over my entire body. I leaned over his back, my fingers thrusting into him as I gripped his hair with my other hand.

“Tell me what you were thinking about all day,” I said, my voice tight. It was getting harder to wait. My cock was straining against my jeans. “Tell me, no matter how embarrassing it is, no matter how much it makes you squirm. You’re not getting up until you do.”

“Goddamn it, please…” He arched back, pressing against my fingers. He never used to be very vocal in the bedroom, cringing in humiliation every time I made him talk about what was in his head. “She was fucking teasing us at the car wash, sir. I wanted…”

“Keep going,” I whispered. “What did you want?”