The Diary and Confessions of a Velvet Brat: Victoria
Entry Nine ā Wednesday night
My fingers are still shaking so badly I can barely hold the pen. Every inch of me is deliciously wreckedāthroat raw and used, ass burning with fresh, throbbing handprints, my pussy still fluttering and leaking their cum. Iām a sticky, glowing, utterly claimed messā¦ and Iāve never felt more alive.
Jay came by after hours for his glasses. The second Declan locked the door with that slow, predatory smile of his, the whole office crackled. I tried to be a brat about itāleaning over the desk just enough to let my blouse dip, sliding the case toward Jay with the sweetest, most innocent smile. āHere you go, sir,ā I purred, batting my lashes. āWouldnāt want you forgetting these again.ā But they both saw right through me. Declanās eyes darkened instantly.
Before I could tease them any further, his hand gripped the back of my neck, fingers tightening with that perfect, possessive grip that always makes my knees weak. āSheās been such a needy little brat all week,ā Declan told Jay, tugging my head back firmly so I had to stare up at both of them with my wide doe eyes. I let out a pathetic whimper but couldnāt stop the bratty little smirk tugging at my lips. Jay stepped closer, towering, and dragged his thumb across my lower lip, pressing until my mouth opened like an invitation.
āIs that true, sweetheart?ā Jayās voice was low and rough.
"Maybe" I giggled, he gripped harder then I noddedāthen, because I couldnāt help myself, I flicked my tongue against his thumb with a defiant little gleam in my eyes. Declanās grip tightened in warning and approval. āBehaveā¦ or donāt,ā he murmured, his tone promising exactly what I wanted.
They didnāt make me wait. They guided me down to my knees between them, and the moment those two thick, heavy cocks were out, my mouth started watering like the greedy slut I am. I have such an aggressive oral fixationāit hits me like a drug. I crave the weight on my tongue, the stretch in my throat, the taste of them, the way it makes me feel so deliciously used and owned.
I went for Declan first, because heās the one whoās been slowly, steadily claiming more of me every time weāre together. Thereās something growing between usādeeper than the heat, this quiet, intense ownership that makes me want to please him most. I wrapped my lips around his cock like I was starving, sucking him down eagerly, hollowing my cheeks and working my tongue along the underside with long, hungry strokes. I bobbed my head aggressively, taking him deeper each time, gagging myself on purpose because I love that burn, that loss of control. Drool spilled down my chin in messy strings as I forced more of him into my tight throat, eyes watering, mascara already running while I looked up at him with pure, adoring need. The wet, obscene sounds of me slurping and choking filled the office. I felt so small, so submissive, especially when Declan groaned and praised me in that low, commanding voice that melts me: āThatās my good girlā¦ Look at you, taking me like you were made for it.ā
Then I turned to Jay with the same filthy enthusiasm, alternating between them like the greedy brat I amāsucking one while stroking the other with a slick, eager hand. Iād pull off just long enough to gasp bratty little taunts: āIs that all youāve got for me tonight?ā before diving back in, swallowing them down aggressively, swirling my tongue, hollowing my cheeks, and pushing myself until my throat convulsed around them. The stretch, the taste, the way their cocks pulsed and throbbed on my tongueāit fed that deep oral craving perfectly. My pussy was soaked, thighs slick, mind hazy with that floaty subspace where all I wanted was to be their perfect mouth slut.
They finally pulled me up and bent me over the reception desk. Declan fucked me first with those deep, possessive strokes that always feel like heās marking me as his, while Jay kept my mouth stuffed full. Every thrust rocked me forward onto Jayās cock, and I moaned around him, sucking even harder. They switched again and againāspanking my ass bright red, palming and squeezing my heavy breasts, pinching my sensitive nipples until I cried out and clenched around whoever was buried inside me. āSuch a perfect little brat,ā Declan growled, his hand stroking my curls almost tenderly even as he pounded me. āOur needy girl is learning exactly who she belongs to.ā
By the time they moved me to the couch I was shaking, desperate, and so deep in subspace I could barely think. I straddled Jay slowly, sinking down onto his thick length with a broken, whimpering moanāthe stretch so good my eyes rolled back. Declan stood beside us, and I immediately leaned over, sucking him back into my mouth with renewed aggression. I rode Jay in a hazy, needy rhythm while working Declan with everything I hadāsloppy, eager, throat-fucking myself on him because I couldnāt get enough. My orgasm hit me like a wave, pussy pulsing hard around Jay as I moaned and drooled uncontrollably around Declan.
They followed soon after, groaning my name as they filled me from both endsāhot, claiming pulses that left me overflowing and dripping. Then came the aftercare I crave more than anything. They pulled me into their laps, Declan holding me especially close, his strong arms wrapped around me like a promise. Gentle hands stroked my sweat-damp curls, soft kisses wiped away my tears, and their low voices praised me endlessly. Declanās murmurs felt deepest of allātelling me how proud he was of his sweet, submissive girl, how beautifully I was learning to let go for him. I felt so small, so thoroughly owned by both of themā¦ and so impossibly safe.
I donāt know exactly whatās happening between Declan and me, but itās growing stronger every time, this quiet pull that goes beyond the filthy games we play. Itās in the way he looks at me like heās already planning the next time heāll take me apart and put me back together, the way his praise sinks into my bones and makes me want to kneel for him even when weāre just in the office during normal hours. Jay brings the thrilling rush, but Declanā¦ Declan makes me feel truly owned in the deepest, safest way. Iām falling into this surrender a little more with every encounter, and it terrifies me how much I love it.
My body is sore, my mind is hazy, and my heart is so full I can barely stand it. I keep replaying every moment, the taste of them lingering on my tongue, the burn in my throat, the way they both held me like I was something precious afterward. I donāt know what tomorrow will bring or how much further theyāll push meā¦ but Iām already aching for it. Aching to be their good little velvet brat again, to test them, to tease them, and to melt completely under their hands.
