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Lockwood entered 35 Portland Row in good mood. The trip had been a success and he was looking forward to waking up his darlings and celebrating. As he ascended the stairs to the 1st-floor landing, he could hear muffled voices. Surely Lucy and George were in bed, asleep, behaving just as he'd asked them to. The closer he drew closer to the bedroom door the more the sounds sharpened into groans and whimpers. Perhaps nightmares, he thought to himself opening the door ready to comfort his lovers.
As he entered, he found not two restlessly sleeping forms, but Lucy and George clutching each other. Lucy in just his favorite lacy blue thong and George wearing one of his buttons down, a pair of shrimp cocktail boxers. Both’s underwear was pulled down over their hips, giving him an erotic view of their free hands working furiously at their groins.
“Sir," Lucy groaned “Please." George moaned in response.
Lockwood stood at the foot of their bed arms crossed. "I thought I told you to behave."
Their eyes popped open to stare wide-eyed at Lockwood. All movement in the bed ceased. "We did behave, Sir," George stammered.
Lockwood quirked an eyebrow. He’d been very clear when leaving. They would both wear their collars while he was gone, and they would not touch themselves unless he called and gave directions or was home. The keys to their collars were safe in his jacket pocket downstairs and the black and silver heart chains were secure around their throats. The silver heart locks exaggerated the heaving of their chests.
"How exactly is touching yourselves behaving, darling," he asked. He made a show of loosening his tie and rolling his shirtsleeves up his forearms.
"You called from the station to say you were on the way home. We wanted to be ready for you," Lucy breathed. She'd rolled to her side to gaze at him over George's body.
"Knees," Lockwood ordered. Lucy and George scrambled from the bed to kneel in front of Lockwood as he settled into his desk chair. Their underwear stretched lewdly across their upper thighs.
He reached forward to cup both their faces, "Such needly little things are you both. Couldn't even wait for me to get home. Tell me, did you cum." Lucy and George shook their heads vigorously. "Words," Lockwood purred. " No Sir," they chorused. Lucy blushed a bright red and mumbled something under her breath. "Speak up darling," Lockwood said forcing her to look him in the eyes. "We couldn't Sir. Nothing felt good enough," she whimpered.
“Nothing felt good enough,” Lockwood questioned. That was a new one.
“Needed you, Sir,” George whined.
“I see. Well, I’m here now,” Lockwood said caressing their faces. George melted into this touch so happy that Lockwood was finally home. It had been a torturous few days without him.
Lucy tried to capture his thumb in her mouth as he did so. “darling you know better,” he said. Lucy smirked at him. “Missed you, Sir,” Lucy smiled.
“Shouldn’t keep my sweet little sluts waiting then,” Lockwood smirked. “Strip each other. Use your teeth.”
Lucy and George turned to each other, assessing each other’s clothing. Lucy glanced back at Lockwood asking for permission. He sighed, adjusting himself in the chair.
“You can kiss as well,” he said.
Lucy shuffled forward still on her knees. She pitched forward, just enough to reach George while maintaining her balance. Open-mouthed kisses peppered George’s chest as she made her way to the open collar of the button-down. George whimpered as Lucy made contact with one nipple and then the other. The warm heat of her mouth sent jolts of pleasure up and down his spine. As she reached his neck, Lucy paid extra attention to the spot where George’s jaw meant his neck. The sounds that left his mouth and the sight of his cock growing redder had Lockwood subtly adjusting his cock as it began to tent his trousers.
“Lucy, stop teasing. You’ve done that enough tonight,” Lockwood chided. Lucy obeyed. She bit down into the starch cotton of the collar. She looked back at Lockwood, their eyes locking as she began to slink around George. She pulled the shirt away from George’s chest and down his arm as he stood stock-still. Lockwood was impressed by his restraint. He would have to reward his good boy for that later.
Lucy crawled around George, pulling the shirt as she went. Lockwood smiled wolfishly as more of his darling’s pale olive skin was exposed. Oh the things he planned to do to George, really both of his sweet sluts.
With bated breath, he watched the final bit of cloth fall from George’s arm. A smirk crossed Lucy’s face as if she was trying to assess Lockwood. He couldn’t have that.
“Luce, stand up and bend over the bed,” Lockwood said in a low voice. She immediately complied, her thong slipping to frame her glorious ass as she positioned herself just so, torso spread out across the sheets, legs barely bent and trembling.
How he loves this. There is nothing better in this world than watching his sweet darlings display themselves just for him. George hadn’t moved from his knees. Lockwood truly would have to reward his darling for that control.
“Georgie, Luce could use some help with her panties. Teeth only,” Lockwood said. His hands moved to cuffs at his wrists, removing the little rapier cuff links that held his sleeves closed.
George slid in front of Lucy’s legs. He stood on his knees to reach the little bow at the back of her panties. Gripping it with his teeth, George began to slowly pull the blue lace away from Lucy’s most intimate parts. Lockwood watched with bated breath rolling the sleeves of his button up to just below his elbows and unbuttoning the top few buttons. As George passed Lucy’s swollen pussy he took a deep breath inhaling the heady scent of Lucy’s arousal and groaned.
“Sir, she smells so good. I bet she tastes amazing tonight,” George said casting a glance at Lockwood over his shoulder. It was Lockwood’s turn to groan. He was certain the little minx tasted like heaven. But a taste would have to wait until she’d be reminded who she belonged to.
“No tasting darling,” Lockwood growled. George whined but continued to pull the panties down her legs. Once they were a puddle at her feet, George bit his way back up her legs. Lucy moaned at the feeling of teeth scraping along the backs of her legs. Her legs quivered as he moved up. George made sure to place extra bites along the bottom of her arse where it transitioned to her thigh.
Lucy fisted the sheets in her hands as she mewled. “Georgieeeeee. So good.” Lockwood’s eyes darkened with desire. Those two. Even though they couldn’t touch like they wanted, they could still make each other squirm.
“George,” Lockwood warned. George pulled back from Lucy’s legs and faced Lockwood. “Bend over the bed. Like our good girl,” Lockwood crooned. Geroge stood, his boxers falling to his feet mirroring Lucy’s panties. He turned and slid down onto the bed. George and Lucy lay arm to arm, hip to hip. Lockwood stood from his chair and stalked toward the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt as he went, allowing it to fall open displaying the sharp curves and planes of his chest.
Standing behind them, he reached out putting a hand on his little darling’s low back. Lockwood exerted just enough pressure to force Lucy and George’s rears to curve up towards him.
“Remember to count and thank me,” he said pulling his hands back. He smacked Lucy’s ass first reveling in the sound the contact made and the pretty pink her skin turned.
“One, thank you, Sir,” Lucy groaned. Lockwood repeated the process with George, putting a little more power behind the strike.
“One, thank you, Sir,” he moaned.
Lockwood relished the groaned words issuing from his darling sluts as he continued to spank them. How many hits would it take for them to learn to behave when he wasn’t there to keep them in line? 10 hits should be enough. If they weren’t quivering perhaps he’d up it to 15.
“five, ngh, Sir, please,” Lucy keened pushing back into Lockwood’s hand.
“five, god Sir, need you,” George groaned his hips writhing.
Lockwood’s cock twitched in his pants. They’d forgotten the thank you, but he’d forgive the transgression this time. 10 hits it was. With each hit their voices pitched higher, their words laced with desire and desperation. Their hips pushed back into his hands, not wanting the contact to stop.
“Come on darlings, just one more. You’ve been so good. I know you can do it,” he crooned. Lockwood pulled back for one final smack to each. He spanked George first.
“10, fuuuccckkkk, thank you so much, Sir,” George groaned. Lockwood marveled at him for a minute. George’s head turned to one side; his upper body almost rosy with lust. His hands gripped the sheets hard enough that his knuckles were turning white. His back was taut and that glorious arse was cherry red.
Lucy wiggled her hips at Lockwood expecting her own hit. Not one to disappoint, he spanked her with all the power he could muster. The smack of skin-on-skin reverberated in the room while Lucy struggled to speak.
“te.te.ten,” she started. Lockwood waited to see if she could get the last bit out. “thank you, Sir,” she whimpered. As a reward, his hand slid from her ass cheek to the place she most desperately wanted him. She was positively soaked. The juice had begun to run down her legs, little rivulets of desire. Lockwood skimmed a finger up and down the slit, holding her place with his other hand.
“Sir,” Lucy cried, “please, please I need it,” Lockwood smirked.
“What do you need darling? Use your words,” he crooned. His finger slid down to circle her clit.
“Something in me,” Locy whimpered.
“Something,” Lockwood questioned, pressing a little hard, “I’m going to need you to be more specific love.” George turned his head to see Lucy and Lockwood better. He revealed in Lockwood in the moment. His Sir looked so in control yet on the edge of feral. His eyes were black. Chest heaving. His shirt hanging open allowed George to watch the muscles flex with each shift of weight and each breath.
Lucy seemed incapable of words as Lockwood continued to mercilessly tease her.
“Sir,” George interjected. Lockwood drew his hand from Lucy, grinning at the whimper that resulted.
“Yes darling,” Lockwood asked.
“Maybe slut needs a short break? She’s been fantasizing about sucking your cock since you left,” George suggested. Lockwood growled.
“Is that true Luce? You’ve been thinking about my cock since I left,” he asked. Lucy’s nod was nearly imperceptible.
“Georgie, any fantasies since I’ve been gone,” Lockwood asked. They’d talked about fantasies in the past when they’d started whatever this was, but it was the first time Lockwood had gotten them to utter one out loud.
“Tie me up sir,” George said his gaze meeting Lockwood’s. Lockwood’s hands shot to his belt.
“How,” Lockwood asked, his voice rough.
“However, you want sir,” George answered. Lockwood’s pulse speed up. The heady rush of excitement nearly overtaking him.
“Good slut,” Lockwood growled. He’s already working the belt free of his belt loops, picturing the pretty picture Geroge will pain secured to the headboard.
“Sir,” Lucy asked interrupting his thoughts.
“Yes darling,” Lockwood groans.
“May I suck your cock sir,” she asked batting her eyelashes at him. Lockwood closed his eyes taking a deep breath. His darlings would kill him at this rate.
“Let me finish tying our pretty Georgie up,” Lockwood said. Lucy nodded a frown crossing her features.
“How about,” Lockwood said thinking aloud, “you tell us how you plan to suck my cock while you wait.” Lucy blushed a pretty pink colour across her whole body.
His belt finally free, Lockwood gave Geroge a pat on the rear to get him moving. Lucy sat up and moved toward the end of the bed to give them room to set George up.
“I’m going to start with a little suck to the head, sir,” Lucy started, “so I can gather all that delicious precum.” Her tongue darted out to lick across her top lip as if imagining the taste.
Geroge lifted his arms above his head for Lockwood. “Then I’m going to lick down your shaft to your balls. I bet they’re so full for us sir. So many days away from us. I’ll suck each one into my mouth to feel the weight.” Lucy continued. Both men groaned at her words. Lockwood made a mental note to make both of them verbalize their desires more often. Lucy’s images were delicious torture for all of them.
Lockwood carefully wound his belt around George’s wrists. “Colour Georgie,” he asked.
“Green sir. Feels good. Grounding,” Geroge crooned. Lockwood smiled at his sweet boy. He hung the belt carefully by on a discrete hook they had added to his headboard after they’d tied Lucy up with his nice ties the first time.
“Once I’ve had enough, I plan on sliding my mouth that vein on the underside of your cock, until I get to that little ridge at the head. I am going to flick my tongue back and forth on that little spot that makes you weak and moans are falling. I’m going to slide up and take the head in my mouth. Give it a good suck before swallowing as much of you as I can. I’ve been looking forward to feeling you in my throat sir,” Lucy detailed.
George tested his restraint by moving each finger and his wrists. He nodded to Lockwood that all was alright for now. Lockwood surveyed his darlings again. Lucy was still sitting at the foot of the bed wiggling a little back and forth. George was laid out his cock red and swollen against his belly and flush covering his chest and neck.
Lockwood licked his lips. He bent down to kiss George’s chest. George hissed at the contact. “So beautiful,” Lockwood groaned against the pretty olive skin. “And all mine.” He bit down, tongue working back and forth over the skin between his teeth. George’s muttered curses let Lockwood know that he was not the only one enjoying the feeling.
“Then I’m going to let you fuck my throat, sir. While Georgie watches and wishes it was him with your cock in his mouth,” Lucy finished.
“Such a filthy mind for such a sweet girl,” Lockwood said pulling back from George. “Come here my darling.”
Lucy slid from the bed, fell to her knees, and crawled to Lockwood. “Good girl,” he said, ridding himself of his trousers and pants. His cock sprang out, purple and weeping. Lockwood hissed at the chill of the room’s air.
“Suck, sweet one,” he said pulling Lucy to him. Her hand was already grasping him, pulling a hiss from his lips. It took all of Lockwood’s control to not explode as Lucy pulled him into her mouth. She devoured him like a woman possessed. George groaned drawing Lockwood’s attention to him. His eyes were fixed on Lucy’s head as it moved up and down in front of Lockwood’s hips.
Lockwood reached forward, a hand wrapping around George’s cock. “You ok Georgie,” he asked reveling in the feeling of his darling’s cock twitching in his grasp.
“So good sir,” George groaned. The trio continued as they were for several minutes. The sounds of slurping and skin smacking skin filled the room.
Lockwood’s trance broke as Lucy slid down his length, burying her nose in the soft skin of his stomach. The feeling of her throat working against him was delicious.
“F…u…c.. k… good girl,” Lockwood groaned, putting more of his weight into the bed and George. George whined as Lockwood’s hand stilled.
Once he got himself back together, Lockwood stopped Lucy’s ministrations. She whimpered as he pulled away.
“I think Georgie could do with your talent, don’t you think love,” Lockwood murmured. Lucy’s eyes grew wide as she nodded. She stood on shaky legs and turned to the bed.
“Georgie,” She whispered a dopey grin on her face.
Lockwood helped Lucy to the bed, positioning her just so between George’s legs. Her elbows were placed close to George's hips to allow for the best possible angle. Her knees spread. Her arse up and waiting for Lockwood. He smirked again as he watched her take George’s weeping cock between her lips reveling in the sounds issuing from George’s mouth.
Once she got into a rhythm, Lockwood divested himself of all remaining clothing. He joined his darlings on the bed, positioning himself just behind Lucy. Lucy paused in her ministrations to glance over her should at Lockwood. She grinned around George’s cock pushing herself back into Lockwood.
“You want me to fuck you, darling,” Lockwood asked. Lucy groaned around George. The reverberations caused George’s eyes to roll back. Lucy pushed back against Lockwood again, working her hips in a tight circle.
Reaching down, Lockwood ran a finger between Lucy’s lower lips. She was absolutely drenched. He teased her swollen pussy, running his finger around her most intimate parts smirking as he wanted her cry and groan around George.
He relented for a moment, watching as Lucy took as much of George’s cock into her mouth and throat. As she hit the root, he thrust into her with all the power he could muster.
Lucy screamed. George wailed.
Lockwood withdrew as slowly as his control would allow, waiting for Lucy to move again. As she began to bob, Lockwood did his best to match his thrusts to her slurps. Each thrust would push Lucy further onto George.
The three slowly found their rhythm. Lockwood thrust Lucy on George. As he pulled back, George would buck his hips into Lucy’s throat. Lucy simply allowed herself to be pushed back and forth between the two men she loved. Lockwood groaned.
“Sweet girl, tell me you’re close,” he said. Lucy’s perfect little pussy was gripping him in just the right way. He wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. But his darlings needed to come first.
Lucy struggled to lift her head from George’s lap. “So close,” she yelled, “please sir. Please”
“Of course, sweet girl. I can feel your perfect pussy gripping me. You must be on the edge. Let go, darling. You have my permission,” Lockwood said running as hand down Lucy’s spine. Lucy shuddered. Her hips jerked in Lockwood’s grasp. Her mouth wide in a silent scream. Lockwood stilled, allowing himself to bask in the feeling of his darling’s cunt spasming around him.
George groaned as well, his body twitching as he found his release. With what semblance of agency Lucy had left, she did her best to swallow what George gave her.
As Lucy slumped forward into George’s lap Lockwood renewed his ministrations. He moved slower now that his darlings were sated. He could enjoy the feeling of them for a while longer.
“Sir,” Lucy said, looking at him over her shoulder.
“yes, my love,” he said snapping his hips forward. Lucy mewled into George’s hip.
“We…. we…. we’re so happy you’re home,” she cried. Lockwood could feel her sweet pussy gearing up for another orgasm. The little ripples milking him.
“I’m happy to be home too,” he said picking up speed. He was so close. He could feel that tingling in his balls.
“Where do you want it,” he gasped between thrusts. His release was coming fast. The tingling was spreading like wildfire through his body.
“On us, please Anthony,” George begged. Lockwood met his lover’s eyes over Lucy’s gorgeous body. Those shining dark eyes screaming I love you.
“As you wish,” Lockwood groaned, pulling out of Lucy just as a feeling of delicious pressure reached his chest. Without Lockwood to support her, Lucy crumpled into George’s stomach. She slid to nestle into George’s side. Her eyes met Lockwood’s as he pumped himself.
Lockwood’s eyes rolled back as the first waves of his orgasm hit him. He groaned, hand stuttering on his cock. The soft sound of cum hitting his darlings’ skin only added to the pleasure he felt.
As he came down, Lockwood slumped forward. He did his best to aim for George’s unoccupied side.
“Anthony,” Lucy said quietly, reaching across George for him.
“Yeah Luce,” he asked, cracking his eyes open. Lockwood pulled himself together enough to reach up with one hand and release George’s arms from their restraints.
“Nothing compares to you Anthony,” she said reaching out to grasp George and Lockwood’s hands in hers. George nodded, his head falling to rest on top of Lockwood’s.
As the trio drifted off, Lockwood couldn’t help but smile to himself. Nothing compared to his darlings either.