38. Bishop
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
BISHOP
I reach for the vibrator sitting among the silk sheets and switch it to a low setting, but Camilla is too distracted to hear the buzzing.
Perfect.
The plug nestled in her ass gleams back at me as I bring the black silicone to her pussy, and the first touch of the vibration against her clit almost sends her flying forward into Crew.
“Gotta stay still, love,” I reprimand, removing my hand for long enough to slap her clit before immediately returning it, causing her to cry out around him.
I move the vibrator through her wetness, and the moan that escapes her is so fucking hot I can’t help but grasp my cock in my free hand and give it a few hard pumps. I’m fucking desperate to get inside her, but we’re trying to teach her a lesson not to run from us.
This thing between the five of us is never going to work if we all retreat anytime shit goes sideways because, guess what? Relationships with this many people aren’t easy. They’re messy and they’re complicated and Camilla is bound to be angry at someone on any given day, but that doesn’t mean she needs to run.
Crew tugs her head up, and she stares at him with wide eyes before turning them on me. “Please, Bishop. I need more. I need to come. Please.”
“Fuck, you’re pretty when you beg,” I groan.
Crew grasps her chin between his fingers and forces her to look up at him. “You are not to come until we give you the green light. You got it?”
She nods. “Okay.” There’s an uncertainty in her voice that I both love and hate. I want her to know we’ll always be here to catch her when she falls, but there’s a part of me that fucking loves seeing her stumble because that means we get to catch her.
I press the head of the vibrator against her entrance and slowly press forward. The toy isn’t as big as any of us, but the fact it vibrates should more than make up for the size difference.
“Oh fuck,” she moans as I seat it inside her, pressing it downward toward her G-spot.
“Is that good, love?” I rumble, jerking myself harder as I grow more and more desperate for her.
“So good,” she pants. “So fucking good.”
“Open for me, Little Menace,” Crew says, and I notice he’s now kneeling in front of her, both hands fisted in her hair. He doesn’t give her a chance to argue before he pushes between her plump lips while I begin to fuck her with the vibrator in short, well-placed pumps.
Her pussy clamps down around the toy, telling me she’s on the edge, but to my surprise, she doesn’t fall. Part of me wants her to so I can punish her, but the other part is fucking proud of her for doing as she’s told even though she didn’t think she’d be able to.
“That’s it, love. Your pussy looks so fucking pretty stuffed full of this toy,” I tell her, stroking my cock harder even though my own release isn’t far away.
I need to get inside her, but I don’t want this to end.
“Little Menace,” Crew grunts. “Your mouth is fucking sinful.”
She moans around him as she tries to push herself forward, but the way she’s pinned between us makes that impossible.
“Are you close, love?” I rumble, the lust in my voice as thick as it is in the air around us.
She does her best to nod around Crew, but his grip on her hair is punishing, making her clamp down tighter on the toy.
“Look at you doing as you’re told, Camilla.” Crew brushes her hair from her cheeks, and I watch as she tilts her head slightly to look up at him. “If I knew all I had to do to make you comply was hold you on the edge of orgasm, I would have been doing that from the start.”
I half laugh, but I’m too distracted by my own pleasure to agree with him. If I thought she’d agree to it, I’d edge her all day every day, making her so desperate to be a good girl for us that she wouldn’t be able to think of anything else, but somehow, I don’t think I’m going to be able to get the others on board with that plan, not when they all love seeing her come so much.
“Crew,” I growl, my jaw clenched to the point of pain.
He looks up at me and gives me a tight nod before dragging her mouth off his cock, leaving a trail of saliva between them.
Fuck, that shouldn’t be so hot.
“Looks like it’s your lucky day, Camilla. You’re going to get our cocks, and then you’ll be allowed to come. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“But believe me when I say, if you ever run from us again, if you pull any bullshit like you did last weekend, you will find yourself tied up, plugged, and denied for hours at a time before we take pity on you and force so many orgasms from you that you’ll be begging us to stop. Got it?”
“I got it,” she whispers up at him.
I press the toy inside her a few more times, pulling moans from her throat as I push her right to the edge before withdrawing it.
I’m distracted by her moan when Crew holds his hand out for the vibrator, and I quickly hand it over to him, ready to get inside her.
He poises the silicone toy against her lips. “Clean up the mess you made, Little Menace, then we’ll give you what you need.”