They were all hanging around the dinner table when Ri decided to test the patients of the two of them and see what level of brat she could be. She clanked her fork purposely down on the edge of her untouched plate of food. She was not hungry for potatoes, she wanted to be used by the two at the end of the table, and she was growing impatient.
"I've told you to knock that off already, I wouldn't like to have to tell you again." Yuma said over the rim of his glass off whiskey, his dark eyes fixed on the curly haired brat at the end of his table.
Ri let a devious smile dance across her face for a split second before she feigns frustration and dropping both her knife and fork loudly on the plate and crossing her arms. The expression on the face of the woman sitting to Yuma's left remained a stoic observance as she brought her glass of white wine to her red painted lips.
Yuma could see that there was no listening coming from Ri so he would have to gain her compliance through other means. He leaned towards Kim and whispered something and although both their eyes never left Ri, it was obvious what was being said. Kim nodded slowly getting up from the table and made her way up the stairs, letting her hand drag along his shoulders as she passed him.
"So, you are just going to be annoying and disobedient tonight I see." Yuma said sipping again, "That's okay, we will fix that."
"I'm just so bored!" Ri whined rolling her eyes.
She was playing the brat as she often did, although never usually this animated. The extra enthusiasm to be punished made Yuma unable to hold back a chuckle.
Kim returned from upstairs with a pair of handcuffs and collar in hand as well as her own collar already secured around her neck. Usually Yuma was the only one allowed to secure the collars but on occasion he would allow Kim to secure her own, she had been his a long time and he took pleasure in having his will done without hesitation and a simple whisper moving them to action. There was a simple hierarchy that they both understood and followed.
Ri was on the bottom of the totem pole, she answered to Kim without question. If Yuma gave permission Kim could have Ri however she wanted. Ri loved to serve and give pleasure and although they both belonged to Yuma, she did enjoy being hers alone from time to time. And whatever control Kim had over Ri's pleasure Yuma enjoyed that over them both.
Kim moved to the end of the table, placing the collar and cuffs next to the untouched plate before moving behind Ri's chair and pulling it out. Finally Ri was getting what she wanted. All the acting up was going to pay off, or at least she hoped. As Kim gestured for her to get down onto her knees Ri could feel herself start to get wet. She knew what position to take and sat back on her knees crossing her hands behind her back at the wrist.
Kim lightly pet the back of her head as she grabbed the collar from the table holding it out open completely with two hands for Yuma's approval. Yuma whipped his mouth as he stood up from his chair and nodded his approval gesturing towards the kneeling Ri. Kim nodded back feeling excited that she was getting permission to do the honors of securing their brat. It was handcuffs first, then collar.
Kim squatted down next to her moving her dark curls to the side as she wrapped the thick leather collar around her slender neck. Pulling it through the loop and securing the belt in the back tight enough to feel but not too tight to squeeze, yet.
Kim stood up giving her hair a light tug as she moved towards Yuma who had stopped to roll up the sleeves on his white button-down shirt. She stood next to him and said satisfied "The little slut is ready for you." She glared down at Ri for agreement and when she received none, she gave the metal leash loop a tug and growled, "Isn't she?"
Ri replies with a simple solitary "Yes" before another tug on her leash compels her to complete her proper response, "Your little fuck slut is ready for you sir and ma'am."
Kim lets out a phrase of appreciation and releases her collar, moving back to Yuma who pulls her into him to kiss him hard. Their lips part as his tongue moves against hers. Despite the feeling of jealousy all Ri can do is wait her turn and squirm against her restraints.
Yuma and Kim break their kiss and she moves back around to squat behind Ri, letting her hands run up the sides of her bunching dress. Feeling the fabric stretched tight over her full, firm breasts. She pauses for a second, giving Ri's nipples a circle and light pinch through the fabric all the while staring up at Yuma.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." Kim whispered, looping her thumbs into the top of Ri's dress, and pulling it down exposing her round chest and erect perfect nipples.
Ri did as she was told regardless of how impatient she was becoming. Kim moved her hands over and around the girl's bare tits, teasing and pinching her nipples before leaving them heaving and wanting more. Her hands had another purpose though and they made quick work towards it. She ran her hands along the front of Yuma's slacks, unzipping them slowly and undoing his belt.
"Keep that pretty little mouth open." She whispered as she reached in and pulled out Yuma's already hard cock.
A small bead of saliva is forming on the end of Ri's eager tongue as Yuma pulls his belt through the loops and holds it firmly in hand. She starts to inch forward on her knees wanting to get closer. But that kind of unsanctioned behavior is not allowed while Kim is around.
"Uh uh plaything. You just stay right there he will come to you when he is good and ready. Plus, I get first go anyway and you know that." Kim's tone was playful yet stern all the way up until the moment she took Yuma into her mouth. Letting herself feel the length of him slide along her tongue, resting the tip of it push against the tightness of the back of her throat.
Ri's eyes dart back and forth from Kim's satisfied face with Yuma's cock in her mouth to his piercing eyes staring down at her. The bead of saliva has turned to drool, slowly extending from the tip of it to pool in a long string on the floor between her knees. Ri let out a sound that was half moan and half complaint and Yuma placed his hand on the top of Kim's head, signaling her to stop and look up for orders.
"Go over there" Yuma spoke in a stern but hushed tone, there was no need for him to raise his voice. He would be listened to no matter what.
Kim moved back around behind Ri, one hand holding her collar tightly, the other making their way back to the slightly drooled covered breasts still heaving with excited breath. Yuma placed a soft hand on her head as she looked up at him and asked, "Are you going to behave?"
Ri feverishly nodded as Yuma took his cock by the shaft and began to tap it on her wet exposed tongue. Ri wanted to close her mouth down around him and take him as far as she could down her throat, but she knew she couldn't do that without being told so. For now, she would have to wait and simply enjoy the feeling of the weight of his tapping cock on her tongue.
"Well, does she get it?" Kim asks teasingly of Yuma.
In the midst of the pause before his desperately waited answer Ri lets out a wanting whimper with her eyes locked on his in the hopes to speed up his decision making and Yuma couldn't help but chuckle and nod. With the approval she was waiting for Kim pushes Ri by the back of the head down onto Yuma's thick cock. He can hear her gag and feel the tightness of the back of her throat as Kim begins to work Ri down on it further.
Holding her there then pulling her back off it again. Ri pants and licks her lips when Kim takes her off his cock and whispers in her ear "you want him to fuck your face don't you?"
Ri just moans in pleasure before she continues, "Well I'm here to help with that." As she uses a handful of her curly blonde hair to slam her mouth back down onto Yuma's cock. The second time down pushing her limits and forcing his cock even deeper. Kim's eyes move up to his with a frenzied smile as she uses the cuffed girl's hair and the back of her collar to work her head up and down on his cock. He can hear the sound of Ri beginning to gag and the sloshing sound as spit makes its way past her lips and his cock to fall to her chin then her breasts, finally soaking the bunched fabric of her disheveled dress.
Between the sounds of slurping and gagging Yuma takes pleasure in the sound of Ri beginning to moan. Kim lets her hands be replaced by Yuma's as he tangles his fingers in her curls, using them to slam his cock deeper and deeper with every stroke.
"Can I play with her sir?" Kim begs and as he holds her head down in place feeling her lips at the base of his cock twitch as she chokes on it.
"Yes, you may." Yuma groans with pleasure at the feeling of her throat constricting against him.
Yuma begins to walk backwards slowly, cock still planted deep in her mouth as she is forced to shuffle on her knees to keep up. If she loses her balance, she will have nothing to brace herself with, her hands still being cuffed behind her back. Yuma sits down on the edge of the chair, changing the angle of his cock so that Ri must lift her ass up off of her feet in order to continue taking him deep down her throat.
"Slow it down toy." He whispers, moving her head up and down more deliberate now. "We aren't in a rush"
Her eyes look up at him as her mouth moves slower along him now. Her mouth paused and her eyes started to roll as she felt one of Kim's long fingers slide into her already dripping pussy.
Yuma can feel her moan on his cock as Kim begins to work it in and out of her, throwing her dress up and over her ass and giving it a smack before sliding it up her back and gripping the back of her collar again. She twists it slightly in her grip allowing it to squeeze Ri's throat a little as her finger is joined by another and she starts to work them faster. The once consistent rhythm of Ri's mouth on Yuma's dick starts to fade as her first orgasm begins to build up inside her aching pussy. She wants it, she needs it, this is the release she started acting up for in the first place.
Yuma pulls her face off his member and holds it to look at him. "Are you feeling like you're going to cum? Is that why you're losing your stroke?" he growls.
"Yes sir." she moans between heavy breaths.
"So, if I let you cum we can get back to it then?" he asks impatiently
"Yes sir"
"Well then ask."
"May I cum please sir?" Her eyes are getting wide. She is not sure how long she can hold it back.
Yuma grabs her by the throat and starts to squeeze. "Not yet"
