‘You alright there Satnin?’ he asked, his finger tracing down your face which made you squirm.
‘Be better if I could touch,’ you pouted.
‘I bet,’ he smirked, ‘but that would be cheating.’
‘Like you boys don’t have any dirty tricks up your sleeves,’ you said.
‘Us? Never,’ he chuckled though his joke was punctuated by a look behind his eyes. One that was waiting for you to reassure him, to let him know you were okay. You nodded, just enough for him to get the picture, which made his smile grow deeper.
‘Close your eyes, princess,’ he said stepping forward as he placed the loose material onto your face, his large hands swooping behind your neck until it was tied. But where you expected him to pull back he didn’t, instead, he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to your lips, his hand caressing your face gently. As he pulled back you were breathless, the throb inside you worsening, and though you could no longer see him you were sure he was smirking.
Now that you were unable to see your mind went into overdrive. You could hear every ruffle of clothing being shifted, every movement as they tried to get themselves where they needed to. You could feel your chest heaving as you waited for them to approach the damp heat between your legs worsening with anticipation. You could hear the low murmur of them no doubt arranging who would go first.
‘You ready doll?’ you heard Elvis ask further away from you than you wanted.
‘Yes,’ you said into the open air. You could hear movement, the first man no doubt coming towards you and though you strained to decipher from footfall alone you found it damn near impossible. As they landed in front of you, the heat from their body radiating off them, you licked your lips in anticipation, opening your mouth just a touch.
When it finally touched your mouth you opened it wider, allowing him to slide down to the back of your throat almost completely on the first thrust. He wasn’t overly long or thick but with every thrust he almost made you gag. They were sharp, fast thrusts, uncaring and rough. You clocked who it was almost immediately after all out of all of them he was your least favourite to blow. Red.
‘Time,’ Joe said from where he was sitting beside you and though his actions weren’t gentle he stopped right away, pulling out of your mouth and moving away.
The next man was gentler despite being bigger in size and length. He didn’t barrel straight in but instead, he teased your lips for a moment, allowing you to swirl your tongue around his tip the salty sweetness of his arousal coating your lips before he eased in. You knew immediately who it was. Still not wanting to get cocky you allowed him to move at his own pace, something you knew would be killing him, especially as you ran your tongue along that sweet spot at his base which elicited a strangled grunt. When his time was up you couldn’t help but smile. This one you were certain was Elvis, after all out of all of you this was the dance you’d done the most.
The third man felt unfamiliar, unsure of himself and reserved. He was long and on the skinnier side, but his movements felt timid as if he wasn’t truly sure of what he was allowed to be doing. This one you were sure was Steve since he had been added to the group as an anomaly, something to test if you were truly bullshitting. Still familiar with him or not you tried to make him feel good not that the thirty seconds leant much time to do that.
The fourth man was as gentle as Elvis but where your husband was built like a coke bottle he was long and narrower. But unlike Elvis he seemed to let you go at your pace. He didn’t move much, allowing you to work your mouth around him, taking in every inch he had to offer as you hollowed your cheeks around him. At that his hand flew to your hair, knotting in it gently.
‘No touching man,’ you heard Joe say, no doubt triggered by silently mouthed protests across the room, which caused his fingers to immediately leave residence from your scalp. A second or so later he called time and the man was removed quicker than you anticipated leaving a string of drool down your chin you couldn’t reach to wipe away. Fortunately, he swiped his finger gently across your lip catching everything that had gathered. A touch you were sure was Jerry.
Though you had been sure the last man must’ve been Sonny it didn’t take you long to confirm it. He was built similarly to Red and though his movements were a touch gentler you could tell this wasn’t about you. If anything you didn’t even think this was about him as the way he moved his hips suggested he was trying to throw you off. It was the nail in the coffin on your guess.
As he pulled out you were left kneeling there, going over your guesses in your mind for about thirty seconds before you felt someone tap your shoulder to let you know they were there before their fingers worked the knots on your bindings. Once your hands were free you pulled your blindfold off. Most of them were now seated, no doubt trying to mask the uncomfortable situations they were now sporting below the belt. Elvis however was standing in front of you, the outline of his cock pressing against his pants where he’d tucked himself back in much to your chagrin. He offered you a hand to help you up and you took it, but he pulled you up quickly until you were smacked against his side, a playful smirk on his lips.
‘How was that doll?’ he asked watching you closely.
‘Easy as pie,’ you smirked.
‘Is that right?’ he asked with a smirk that made the throb that had been chugging along inside you radiate again. Except it was worse this time. You weren’t bound. And his fingers were rubbing small circles on your waist making you long for them elsewhere. In fact, it made you long for him, just him. You were pulled from that thought though as Sonny said, ‘go on then smarty pants.’
‘You ready to lose?’ you asked cockily.
‘Doubt it’ll be us losing but go on,’ he said.
‘Red, E, Steve, Jerry and you,’ you said watching him closely as his smug smile faded.
‘You cheated,’ he said shaking his head as you looked at Elvis whose smirk only grew.
‘Am I right?’ you asked in a sickly-sweet voice.
‘You wouldn’t have been peeping now would you Satnin?’ he asked raising an eyebrow. You shook your head before looking at Joe and asking, ‘well?’
‘Five for five,’ he said with a somewhat impressed and confused look on his face.
‘Aw hell,’ Sonny grumbled.
‘So, I win?’ you asked excitedly looking as the boys pouted - well all bar Elvis.
‘Yes baby, you win,’ he said with a chuckle as he pulled you into him pressing a kiss to your temple.
‘What do I get?’ you asked with a cheeky smile as you placed your hand on his chest.
‘Well, we said a wish no questions asked,’ Elvis shrugged.
‘Well I have some questions,’ Sonny protested warning himself a glare from the pair of you.
‘You agreed Son,’ Elvis said firmly in a voice that made that throb rev again.
‘I wasn’t being serious,’ Sony said making you roll your eyes.
‘Like you wouldn’t have made her do whatever we concocted if she’d had lost,’ Jerry said shoving him and receiving a shove back. Sonny looked disgruntled but as everyone was looking at him, he seemed to relent.
‘Fine,’ he grumbled, ‘but none of that fruity shit.’
‘She gets what she wants fair and square,’ Elvis said irately though you didn’t fail to notice the hesitant looks on Joe and Steve’s face as they wondered what Sonny was on about.
‘I’m just saying’,’ Sonny said.
‘I didn’t hear you protesting the rules when you had your dick down the back of her throat,’ Elvis said. You could feel him becoming heated, something that threatened to impact the mood, so you placed your hand on his chest capturing his attention.
‘It’s okay,’ you said, his blue eyes met yours in an instant watching you closely before his irritation melted away.
‘You know what you want?’ he asked, you nodded. You could feel all eyes on you watching and wondering just what you had cooked up in that little head of yours. It was funny to think of. After all almost all of the escapades that had occurred up to now had been orchestrated by Elvis. You had enjoyed yourself thoroughly but at the end of the day, he had always been in control. From suggesting it that first time in his suite with Jerry to making Sonny and Red look abhorred at the idea of having to touch one another for ‘your enjoyment’ it had always been him.
And that was what you wanted. The boys were nice but right then and there all you cared about was your husband.
‘Okay, what do you want?’ he asked.
‘You.’
‘Okay,’ he said uncertainly, ‘and?’
‘Just you. Just you and me. That’s it. That’s what I want,’ you said.
‘You’re wish is to bang your own husband?’ Sonny asked incredulously. You looked at him and then back at Elvis who was watching you curiously.
‘Yep,’ you said with a smile.
‘Sounds basic,’ Red said.
'You sure baby?' Elvis asked, 'I mean you can have me any time.'
'I know,' you smiled leaning in to kiss him, 'and I know you'll give me just what I want.'
'Always,' he said, leaning in to kiss you.
'I'm sensing a but coming,' Jerry said, capturing your attention and making a smirk form on your face. It was true all you wanted was your husband, but that didn't mean they got off that lightly. Where Elvis was loving and giving some of them didn't seem to appreciate just how fortunate of a situation they were in and that was grating on you.
'Oh there is,' you mused.
'What is it?' Jerry asked suspiciously.
'You all have to watch,' you said smugly.
'There she is,' Elvis chuckled, leaning in to kiss your temple once more.
'Wait you win the bet and we get a free sex show? Sounds good to me,' Red mused.
'Oh, you can watch, I didn't say you could touch,' you said, 'and I mean no touching anything.'
'Excellent,' Elvis chuckled as you unearthed your devious plan.
'No sneaking off to the bathroom to rub one out and no trying to cheat like you trying to throw me off like you did before,' you said glaring at Sonny who shifted uncomfortably but didn't say anything, 'I think I've been more than amenable don't you? Elvis too.'
'No one's saying that you aren’t,' Sonny said.
'You sure ain't acting like it. So, you can sit there and think about it. That's my wish, if that’s okay with you?' you said looking at Elvis.
'I get to fuck my beautiful wife and give these chuckleheads blue balls?' Elvis smirked, 'sounds good to me.'
'Good,' you said leaning into him, ‘because I've been needing you to touch me forever.'
With that you took his hand and led it up under your skirt until he was touching your panties, which were slick with excitement.
'Fuck,' Steve whispered at the sight but you didn’t care. As Elvis' nimble fingers teased you through the fabric you groaned pulling him to kiss you which he did with fervour. He didn’t rush though, instead of kissing you back in the hurried frenzy you anticipated his lips made a delicate trail along your jaw and down your neck as his hands wandered, taking with them every piece of clothing that stood in his way as he made his way southward - dropping to his knees in front of you. You could feel eyes on you, marvelling at your now completely nude body as they watched everything that happened mere meters away but your eyes were transfixed on him. His mouth kissed every piece of skin that appeared before him until finally he pulled back watching you as if he was waiting for permission. You ran your fingers through his hair tugging it back to make him look at you properly.
‘You appreciate me right baby?’ you cooed suddenly feeling a wave of power run through you which thrived as Elvis whimpered a nod.
Throughout this whole thing you had been submissive, caving to each and every whim like a mindless slut. You’d been eager to please. But what they didn’t understand, what they failed to see is that you could be that, because behind you was this man who adored every scrap of your being. As much as he had orchestrated this you knew he wouldn’t have even thought about it if he hadn’t been trying to make you happy. Like he always did.
They needed to see that at the core of this how charade was you two. No more. No less they were just along for the ride.
‘Show me how much?’ you asked and without a second thought, Elvis leaned in and started lapping at you. The ache you had been feeling since before you had even started that silly little bet burst into a fire spreading through you until you offered out a moan.
‘Jesus,’ you heard Joe whisper though it barely registered. As you squirmed under Elvis’ touch he chuckled causing vibrations against you that made your brain feel foggy. As you had known him he knew you and he fell into a tried and trusted rhythm breaking it only so he could move to pull your leg over his shoulder in order to give him better access.
‘Fuck E,’ you moaned, ‘right there. Oh, baby right there.’
He hummed against you making stars blurry into your vision as you moved against him. The sensation was building in your lower abdomen, and you knew you wouldn’t last long, in fact you could feel that feeling you had had one of the first times you’d done something like that. And as he curved his fingers against your sweet spot your orgasm rushed over you bringing with it a rush of slickness that trickled down his hand and face.
Your chest was heaving as you opened your eyes to find him with his head against your thigh looking as love-struck as you felt. He pressed a soft kiss to your thigh and then unhooked it from his shoulder steadying you as your now wobbly legs struggled for purchase.
‘Did I do good mama?’ he asked earning himself a weak nod as you wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to press his forehead to yours.
‘Better than good,’ you said as he pecked a kiss on your lips, the taste of you still on his.
‘Good because that was just the opening act,’ he said and then without warning he flipped you round and placed you across the table, your ass in the air as your chest hit the smooth wood. The boys were still watching, something you were more aware of now that Elvis was in charge. You could hear him behind you, fumbling to get himself out of his pants, and as you waited you looked at every one of them.
They were watching you looking like a mix of chastised schoolboys and horny teenagers, the latter only proven by the distinct tenting in their pants. ‘Good,’ you thought, ‘they need to learn who’s in charge around here,’ though that rhetoric was driven home as Elvis plunged inside you, filling you to the hilt with a groan.
‘Oh god,’ you whimpered, your face pressing against the table as he moved.
‘That feel good baby?’ he asked but all you could do is whimper, ‘ain't none of ‘em fill you up like I do huh pretty girl?’
‘Not at all,’ you panted.
‘Talkin’ about who’s bigger like it matters,’ he said his hips snapping against your ass as he moved quicker.
‘You’re my favourite,’ you whimpered.
‘As I should be,’ he said, ‘they need to fuckin’ learn their place huh mama? Learn that why you might let them play with this pretty yittle cunt of yours it don’t mean a thing, right baby?’
‘No,’ you agreed.
‘No what?’ he asked.
‘No sir,’ you breathed as the last piece of dominance in your body seeped out.
‘That’s it,’ he said, ‘you gonna cum on your favourite cock?’
‘Yes,’ you whimpered.
‘Louder doll,’ he said, a hand landing on your ass with an ear-splitting thwack.
‘Yes Elvis!’ you replied feeling another crescendo threatening to flow over you at any moment. Just before it peaked though you felt Elvis’ hand on your throat, pulling you towards him with a grip you were sure would leave a mark.
‘So cum,’ he whispered in your ear tightening his fingers across your neck which caused the wave to flow through you, your tender pussy fluttering around him as your vision went white. His own peak followed behind in an instant though you could barely register it as you were still unsure whether or not you were on earth yet. The only thing that made you certain he was done was the fact his fingers loosened from around your throat and moved to hold you, before he walked you backwards, still impaled on his cock, until the back of his knees hit a seat. When you opened your eyes he was watching you, his blue eyes full of love as you flopped against him, your hand instinctively reaching for his cheek.
The moment however didn’t last long as the pair of you seemed to realise at the exact same second you still had five pairs of eyes on you. He moved from inside you, spinning you around in his lap as he said over your shoulder, ‘get out.’
‘Boss-’ you heard Red protest.
‘I said get the fuck out,’ he said again as you sat against him, your tender cunt no doubt making a mess against his slacks not that you cared as you buried yourself in his neck. You heard shuffling as they moved out of the room, before finally the definitive yank of the curtain being put back into place assured you the pair of you were now on your own. Nevertheless, he kissed your shoulder as if giving you the all-clear. When you pulled back he was watching you.
‘That was pretty hot,’ he said with a smirk.
‘I know,’ you said, ‘who knew I had it in me.’
‘Oh I never doubted it,’ he mused, ‘you’ve got me wrapped around your finger…in fact, I quite liked that side of you.’
‘Me too,’ you said pushing his locks that had become slightly dishevelled out of his eyes, ‘but maybe only now and again.’
‘Yeah?’ he asked.
‘Mmmhmm,’ you said pressing a kiss to his lips.
‘You like me in charge huh?’ he chuckled in between tiny kisses.
‘Definitely,’ you said feeling your engine rev again as he kissed you back, his tongue battling yours as your fingers ran through his hair. When he pulled back however, he looked unsure.
‘What’s the matter?’ you asked.
‘You’d tell me, right? If you don’t want to do this anymore?’ he asked.
‘Of course I would,’ you said.
‘Because this lil punishment thing…it’s not because you’re unhappy right?’ he asked.
‘No,’ you said shaking your head, ‘I meant what I said. This thing only works when we all play fair. They need to remember who’s in charge.’
‘And who’s that baby?’ he mused. You knew he was teasing, that he just wanted the words to roll off our tongue.
‘You Elvis,’ you said, ‘always you.’
