97. Chapter 95
Emery
Opening and closing my fists, I try to breathe through the overstimulated zings shooting from my clit. My insides are still burning from the explosion of my last orgasm, my nipples are screaming at me, and—
A cock rubs at my lips, and like I have a Pavlovian response to these men, I automatically open my mouth and flatten my tongue out of the way as the cock slides in, the crown running along my tongue in this upside-down position.
With my tits arched up to the sky and my throat stretched out, they have positioned me perfectly for deep throating. Brain still fuzzy and the music from the floaty place calling me, I don’t have even half a second to think about what’s about to happen.
A single shallow thrust is followed by a long slide, no hesitation as my gag reflex is hit and pushed past. My body jerks against the table at its sudden inability to breathe as that fucking tongue laps at my clit while two fingers curl over and over again against the front wall of my pussy, soothing the sharp edge of pleasure from only a few moments ago.
“Shhh, princess, you’re okay. Fuck, your throat is milking my cock. Just hold it a little longer for me. Yes, just like that.”
Darcy. My Angel.
I can do this for him. I can hold it.
Saliva pools in my mouth while I wait, unable to control my throat muscles as they try to expel the foreign object blocking me from breathing. I try to relax everything else and accept that I have zero control over my current situation.
The only control I have is to give myself over to them and the pleasure they are giving me. The pain too.
The floaty place is getting louder, but I’m not ready to go—I want to be here with them. I want to feel them use my body until we are all spent and done for the night.
“Good girl, princess,” Angel murmurs, fingers stroking over my cheek as he pulls back.
I’m inhaling before he has even pulled all the way out, choking on a cough as he keeps shallowly thrusting along my tongue. The backs of my eyes burn, and tears escape, only to be captured by my blindfold.
Fingers wrap around my throat, and then I’m deep throating his cock again, but this time I get in a full breath before my lips are wrapped around the base of his cock.
“Fuck, I can feel myself.” Darcy groans as he rocks back an inch before sliding back in, fingers pressing down along the column of my throat.
A different set of fingers trail over my stomach, the gentlest of touches, stroking back and forth, hand flipping over in each direction. Fingertips, nails, fingertips, nails. It’s hypnotic, and I concentrate on the sensation, counting the strokes as I wait to be allowed to breathe again.
There is an ache deep inside of me, one that needs filling until I’m overflowing. The fingers in my pussy aren’t enough; I need more. I need them. I need to be connected to them. I need all of them.
As if they can hear my thoughts, Darcy pulls back until his cock is resting on the edge of my lips, and Xavier’s mouth and fingers disappear.
My inhale is filled with a cry at the sudden loss of them, but a finger scrapes along my sternum, and for a fraction of a second, my mind is confused as a sharp tug of pain erupts in my nipples.
The clamps.
How had I forgotten about them?
“Ahhhhhhhhh.” I try to scream, but Darcy’s cock slides back into my mouth, breaking up the sound as he continuously thrusts across my tongue.
Something smooth but very firm rubs over the wetness around my pussy before slipping inside of me with very little resistance. A dick? No, wait, it’s too hard—
My mind fractures as vibration fills my core, pushing in farther until something just as firm and vibrating nudges up along my pussy lips to settle on either side of my clit.
This time, when I try to scream, it’s from the stimulation and the orgasm coming at me so quickly, the soles of my feet burn white hot.
But before I can fly off the edge, there is a snapping sound, then lines of fire spark over my lower stomach and thighs. The shock of the sudden pain from the flogger fucks with my breathing, and I gasp around the dick in my mouth as it continues its short, sharp thrusts.
There are only a couple of seconds before the sparks snap against my skin again, but this time, it’s lower, a few of the strands hitting the skin just above my clit.
The wiring in my brain freaks out over having so much pleasure in the same area as pain, merging the two sensations together in a heated electricity that is more than skin-deep.
My chest heaves as a sob builds in the back of my throat, saliva falling from the corners of my mouth and sliding down my cheeks to the blindfold.
It hurts, but I want more. I need more.
The flicks of the flogger come rhythmically, and the vibrator is pulsed in and out of me. Every time the heat and pleasure build to an inferno, someone tugs on the clamps or Darcy thrusts back down my throat, starving me of air, so my body concentrates on a different sensation.
The burn from the flogger has turned to a bone-deep heat, the lashes keeping the fire stoked. The warm comfort of the floaty place hovers just beneath me, carrying me on a gentle wave, soothing all the sharp edges.
All I want to do is fall into its embrace, but I don’t want this to stop.
I don’t want to wake up from this moment and not feel them with me.
I’m ready for so much more, but all I can do is lie here and accept what they give me, when they give it to me. I’m theirs to use. Theirs to pleasure. Theirs to love.
Because I love them. I know that now.