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“Let us make you feel good, baby.” I press my lips against her ear and feel her shiver. “Are you going to be a good girl for us?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She whispers the words, and they go straight to my cock.

“That’s my girl.” I give her another kiss, then reach for my tie I’d taken off and left on the side table. “Give me your wrists.”

She doesn’t hesitate. She holds her hands out in front of her and I wrap the silk around her wrists, pulling it tight.

“Good girl.” I press my lips against the knot. Then I nod at Ryker.

He watches as I lift Laine off my lap and position her bent over the arm of the couch with her ass in the air and her bound hands braced against the cushion. Her thong is completely soaked through. I grip the fabric and pull it off her. She gasps and I toss it aside.

“Such a good little one.”

She presses her tied fists against the cushion and looks back at me over her shoulder. Her bleach-blonde hair falls across her face and her gray eyes are dark and full of fight. She’s gorgeous. She’s fucking mine. And my son is about to fuck her.

I stick two fingers inside her, fucking her with them before bringing them to my lips. I need a taste of what’s mine before I share it with Ryker.

I groan as I move to stand in front of her, so Ryker can take his place behind her. He’s already hard, his pants undone. He runs his hand down her spine and she arches into his touch, but her eyes stay on me.

“I’ll make this feel good, beautiful.” Ryker tells her, fingering her pussy with two fingers.

My cock is inches from her mouth as I watch her whimper and rock into his hand while she waits for my son to take her from behind. I grip her chin and tilt her face up. “Look at me while he fucks you.”

Ryker pushes inside her and she moans. Her mouth falls open and her fingers curl against each other in the restraints and the sound makes my dick ache. I’ve heard that moan countless times. Hearing it when my son is the one filling her makes every muscle in my body tense. I want to shove him through the wall. But instead I push my cock past her lips.

She takes me deep. Her tongue works the barbell and her eyes lock on mine, wet and desperate. I can see how she wars with herself. Her body likes what Ryker is doing. And I know she is fond of Ryker. If I had never gotten in between them, she might have felt something more for him. But there’s guilt because she’s getting off on us both fucking her.

“It’s alright to enjoy it, baby.” I stroke her hair while I fuck her mouth.

Ryker grips her hips and fucks her harder. Each thrust pushes her forward onto my cock, and my son is controlling how deep she takes me. That makes my blood boil. I grip a fistful of her hair and take the pace back. I fuck her mouth at my rhythm, not his, and she moans around me because she knows who’s controlling her.

She pushes back against him, wanting him deeper, and Ryker dips his hand between her legs and plays with her clit.

“Don’t fucking come.” I say it low, my hand tightening in her hair, my cock hitting the back of her throat. “Save it for Daddy. Enjoy how good we make you feel, and then I’m the one who’s going to make you come, baby.”

Her eyes go wide and glassy. Ryker is slamming into her from behind, and I can see her whole body fighting to hold back. Her thighs are shaking against the arm of the couch, and she’s drooling around my dick. Her bound hands strain against the silk, fingers grabbing at nothing. The restraints keep her from bracing or pushing back or doing anything except taking what we give her.

Ryker thrusts deep. “Fuck, you feel so good. You like that, beautiful?”

Her face is flushed as she nods and mumbles the best she can with my dick in her mouth.

I pull my cock from her lips, and she gasps for air, drool running down her chin. I hold her face in my hand and make her look at me while Ryker fucks her from behind.

“You want us both, little one?” I rub my thumb across her swollen lip. “Are you going to be Daddy’s good girl and take it?”

Her eyes widen while her brain catches up to what I’m asking her.

“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice is raw and her bound hands are shaking. “I want you.”

“That’s my good girl.”

I motion to Ryker and he understands, pulling out of her. She whimpers at the loss and sags against the couch. I can see the wetness dripping down her thighs.

I pick Laine up into my arms while Ryker lies back on the couch. He stretches out with his head against the armrest and his cock hard against his stomach.

I lift Laine and set her on top of him, straddling his hips with her knees on either side of the cushions. She’s facing Ryker, her bound hands braced against his chest. He grips her hips and guides her down onto his cock. She sinks onto him with a moan that punches through my ribs. Her head drops forward, her blonde hair falling around her face.

I watch my son’s cock disappear inside my little one and the possessiveness that tears through me is violent enough that my hands shake. I want to rip her off him. I want to carry her upstairs and lock the door and never let him touch her again. Instead I go to my desk drawer and pull out a bottle of lube.