Chapter Twenty-One #2
Then Rex pulled back. Not all the way—just enough to let her feel the loss, triggering an ache inside her body for more.
His tongue slowed, dragging lazy circles around her clit, teasing the oversensitive flesh until she whimpered, her hips twitching helplessly.
Coop’s mouth was still on her nipple, his teeth grazing the abused peak, sending sparks of pain skittering down her spine.
“N-No...” The word was a broken thing, her voice hoarse from screaming. She tried to grind against Rex’s mouth, to force him back where she needed him, but his hands were iron on her hips, holding her still.
“Shhh,” Coop murmured against her skin, his breath hot. “You don’t get to come again... not yet.”
Rex’s tongue flicked against her clit—once, twice—just enough to make her whine. Then he stopped.
“Oh fuck... p-please!” she sobbed, her body thrumming, every nerve alight with need.
The orgasm had been too much, and now it was not enough.
The pleasure coiled tight in her belly, a live wire sparking under her skin.
She could feel it—how close she was, how easy it would be to tip over the edge again.
But they wouldn’t let her.
Rex’s fingers replaced his tongue, two thick digits pumping inside her, deliberately slow, teasing her G-spot just enough to make her shudder. Coop’s mouth moved to her other nipple, his tongue swirling around the peak before his teeth sank in.
“Please...” The word was a whimper, a plea, her body begging for release. She was drowning in it—the pleasure, the pain, the need—her vision blurring as Rex’s fingers curled inside her, continuing to rub that spot that made her see stars.
“Not yet,” Rex growled in a rough voice. His thumb pressed against her clit, circling just once before pulling away, leaving her aching, empty.
She was a mess—sobbing, trembling as her body clenched around nothing, desperate for friction, and for release. The pleasure was a knife’s edge, sharp and painful, and she was balanced right on the fucking brink, her body begging to fall.
“Fuck me,” she begged. “Please, Master R. Fuck me. I beg you, fuck me! Please, please.”
Rex chuckled with his breath hot against her ear. “Are you sure? Everyone passing here will stop to watch.”
“I don’t care. Just fuck me now. Please, please, fuck me.”
Rex
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Rex didn’t hesitate. The moment his cock sank into her, Rex knew, this time, he was fucked.
Not just in the way his body demanded—though god knew, did it demand—but in the way his soul recognized hers. She was tight, wet, perfect, and her cunt clenched around him like she was made for him. And she was. In every way that mattered.
But the universe had a sick sense of humor.
Because Xia Foster—his Angel—was leaving.
Two years in Hawaii. Two fucking years. Years he didn’t have to waste.
He wanted a wife now, and a long-distance relationship.
.. with his kind of needs would never work.
Besides, his business, his life, and his reputation were here.
He was a Dom, a Master, a man who didn’t chase. Who didn’t beg.
But right now, buried inside her, feeling her tremble around him, hearing her broken moans as Coop devoured her tits—fuck, he wanted to beg.
He wanted to keep her.
Rex’s grip on her hips was bruising as he drove into her, his cock pistoning in and out with ruthless precision. The cage rattled around them, the sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the air and mingled with Xia’s broken cries.
Then there was Coop.
Rex’s jaw clenched as he watched the other Dom’s mouth work over Xia’s nipple, his teeth sinking into the swollen, abused flesh. Her back arched, her body jerking between them, and Rex’s cock throbbed at the sight.
Fuck.
He wanted to be the one biting her. He wanted to be the one making her scream, but this was punishment—and punishments weren’t meant to be shared.
Still, the jealousy gnawed at him, a dark, possessive snake that coiled in his gut. He hated that Coop was the one drawing her whimpers, the one causing her tits to bounce with every rough pull of his lips.
So, he did the only thing he could. He took more.
Rex buried his hand in her hair, fisting tightly around the silky strands, and then yanked her head back, forcing her to arch further.
The movement pulled her shoulder taut and forced her free breast from between the bars, exposing her other nipple that was still glistening with saliva from Coop’s mouth.
“Hmm... so pretty,” he murmured at the sight of the swollen and darkened nub. “Sometimes pain offers such aesthetic art.”
Rex’s mouth watered. He couldn’t resist. With a growl, he leaned down, his lips closing around the neglected peak.
The moment his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud, Xia screamed, her body convulsing around his cock.
He groaned against her skin, the taste of her—salt and sweat and pain—flooded his senses.
Mine.
The word echoed in his skull, a primal, possessive chant.
Coop’s mouth was still on her other nipple, his fingers digging into her flesh as he sucked and bit, but Rex didn’t care anymore. He was here. He was tasting her. And she was his.
Rex’s thrusts grew erratic, his control slipping as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. Xia was a mess between them—her skin flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and her cunt fluttering around his cock as she teetered on the edge of another orgasm.
“Fuck, Jesus, fuck,” she sobbed, her body trembling. “I can’t... I can’t...”
“You will,” Rex snarled, his voice rough with need.
“You’ll take it. You’ll take both of us.
” Rex’s fingers tightened in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to make her gasp.
The cage pressed into her chest, her one breast still trapped between the bars, swollen and aching from Coop’s mouth.
“Reach down,” Rex growled, his voice a dark rasp against her ear. “Take his cock. Hand fuck him while I fuck you. Make him come all over that slutty clit of yours.”
Xia whimpered, but her hands were already moving, slipping between the bars to wrap around Coop’s thick length that he pushed into her palms. He groaned, his hips jerking forward as her fingers tightened around him.
“Fuck...” Coop’s breath hitched, his mouth latching onto her nipple, sucking hard enough to make her back arch. “Just like that, my pet. Show me how good you can make me feel.”
Coop’s fingers tightened on her breast. “Sweet motherfucking bear shit,” she shouted when his teeth sank deeper into her nipple as he pulled, hard and viciously on the tender nub.
Rex matched him, his own mouth working over her other tit, his tongue swirling around the abused peak before he bit down, just enough to make her scream.
.. then harder, shaking his head like a wild animal.
The sound of her scream was one of shocked pain... it was music to his ears.
Rex watched, his cock throbbing inside her as she worked Coop’s shaft, her wrist twisting, her thumb swiping over the leaking tip.
The sight of her—trapped, used, shared between them—sent a possessive thrill straight to his cock, a dark, primal satisfaction roaring through his veins. His voice dropped in a rough and guttural growl as the words spilled from the darkest part of him like a vow.
“Before you leave for Hawaii, little whore,” he promised with his fingers tightening in her hair just enough to make her gasp, “Coop and I are going to split you open. We’ll fuck you like a buttered slit, your cunt so slick and tight around us and your ass begging for it.
And when we’re done stretching you, when you’re dripping from both holes and whimpering and begging for more.
..” His lips brushed the shell of her ear with his breath hot as his words promised her ruin, “We’re going to destroy you. ”
Her breath hitched, and her body trembled beneath them, but she didn’t pull away. She couldn’t.
“We’ll take you together,” he continued, his voice a dark purr, his free hand sliding down to grip her hip as his fingers dug in hard enough to leave marks.
“Two cocks in this tight little cunt, fucking you at the same time. You’ll feel us grinding against each other inside you, stretching you, owning you.
And when you think you can’t take anymore.
..” His teeth grazed her throat as his voice dropped to a whisper, “We’ll flip you over and do it again.
Your ass. Your mouth. Your throat. We’ll use every hole until you’re sobbing, until you’re dripping with us, until you can’t remember a time when you weren’t ours. ”
She shuddered, a broken whimper escaping her lips as her body clenched furiously around his length.
She heard him. She felt the promise in his words, the filth of it, the depravity—and her body responded, betraying her with a thrill of excitement that had her pussy aching, her nipples hard, and her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
Rex’s lips curled into a dark, satisfied smirk. “Oh, yes, you like that, don’t you, little whore?”
All she could offer was a broken whimper. Rex glowed with achievement. He was going to make sure she was fucking ruined for anyone else.
“Harder,” he ordered, his free hand slamming down on her ass, the sharp crack of his palm against her flesh inviting a hoarse yell to split the air. “Don’t stop until he’s painting your whore’s clit with his cum.”
Coop’s hips stuttered, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Xia’s grip tightened, her strokes growing faster, more desperate. His teeth sank into her nipple, and the bite of pain caused her cunt to clench harder around Rex’s cock.
“Close...” Coop groaned, his voice strained. “Fuck, I’m gonna...”
“Do it,” Rex snarled, his own release coiling tight in his gut. “Come for her. Now.”
With a guttural groan, Coop pulled back, his cock jerking in Xia’s grip as thick ropes of cum splattered across her stomach, her mons, and coating Rex’s balls with its heat.
Xia came with a broken wail, her body locking as her cunt spasmed around his cock in desperate pulses. Rex groaned, his hips jerked as pleasure ripped through him, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.
Not yet.
“Again,” Rex demanded, his voice a dark rasp. “Give me another, little whore.” He growled at Coop. “Get that tit back in your mouth.”
Coop obeyed, his lips latched onto it as his mouth moved faster, his fingers twisting her nipple until she was sobbing, her body shaking with overstimulation.
Rex’s cock was a steel rod inside her, his thrusts brutal, relentless, the cage shuddering as he fucked her harder, bit and pulled the nipple he was feasting on while fucking her.
“Please,” she whimpered, her voice raw. “I can’t... I can’t...”
“You can,” Rex growled against her breast. “And you fucking will.”
He reached between her legs, his fingers toggling her clit, rubbing Coop’s cum over it in tight, punishing circles.
Xia screamed, her body bowing as another orgasm crashed over her, this one even more intense than the last. Her cunt clamped down on his cock, the pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain.
Rex snapped at the glow of her flushed skin. The sight—her beauty marked, claimed, completely ruined by Coop and him—sent Rex over the edge.
With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he came, thick ropes of cum flooding her cunt while Coop’s release continued to drip down her body.
For a moment, there was only the sound of ragged breathing... followed by silence.
Then Xia collapsed into darkness against the cage, her body trembling, her skin slick with sweat and cum.
And Rex? He didn’t let her fall. Because even now, even like this, she was his.
The cage door creaked open as Coop released the latch.
Xia didn’t react. Her body was limp, boneless, her breath shallow against the cold metal bars. Cum—his, Coop’s—dried in sticky trails across her skin. He could see her thighs trembling from overuse.
Rex had pulled out of her what felt like hours ago, but time had blurred into thick and sluggish motion. She didn’t even flinch when his arms slid beneath her.
Lifting her carefully, he cradled her against his chest like a precious and fragile gem. Her head lolled against his shoulder with her lips parted in unconscious exhaustion. He should have felt triumphant. She had taken them both so beautifully, had been perfect—
But all he felt was the hollow ache in his ribs. His pulse stuttered when her fingers twitched against his neck, as if even in sleep, she sought him out.
“Fuck.”
The walk to his private suite was a blur. The stairs stretched endlessly, the distant thump of music was a mocking reminder of where they were—where she didn’t belong. Not like this. Not with him.
He laid her on his bed, the sheets cool against his flushed skin. She sighed, a soft, broken sound, and immediately curled onto her side, drawing her knees up like she was trying to make herself small. Rex’s throat tightened.
He fetched a warm cloth, wrung it out, and knelt beside her.
Her skin was still damp with sweat, her nipples reddened and swollen with teeth marks and rough handling.
He cleaned her slowly, carefully wiping away the evidence of what they’d done.
Her thighs. The curve of her hip. The hollow of her throat where her pulse fluttered like a trapped bird.
“Mine.” The word was a blade in his gut. Because she wasn’t. She was leaving. And the universe—that cruel, fucking bastard—had let him taste her this way, this fucking awesome way, anyway.
With unsteady breath, Rex set the cloth aside and gently soothed her entire body with arnica gel.
He pressed his forehead to her shoulder.
She murmured something in her sleep, and as her fingers brushed his wrist, for a single, selfish moment, he let himself imagine it—that she was his.
That she’d stay. That he wasn’t the most selfish jerk in the universe and that the world wasn’t a goddamn joke.
Clenching his jaw as he stood back as his mind raged with regret. His voice sounded forlorn in the dim room as he covered her with a blanket.
“Some things just aren’t meant to be. My life and yours are too far apart, and we can never be, Angel.”