Chapter 21 Aftercare #2
She turned her head, gasping from the pleasure Ash and Hunter delivered. Stone traced her lips with the wet tip of his cock, teasing her playfully until he anchored her with a gentle fist in her hair.
“Open that beautiful mouth for me.”
She cried out as her insides caught fire, and Stone slid into her mouth. Slow, deep strokes kept pace with Hunter’s probing fingers and devious tongue.
Ash disappeared for a moment, but quickly returned. The startling tightening of her nipples told her why as he cinched the tips into studded clamps. “Look at that, boys. Jeweled like royalty in gold.”
“Perfect.” Hunter praised.
“So fucking hot,” Stone agreed, licking around the diamond clamp.
She muffled yelped as Ash tightened the second gilded lock, but her cry quickly shifted to a moan as Hunter returned to his post. Stone shifted, straddling her so he could thrust deeper into her mouth.
“Now, the eyes,” Ash said, placing a soft red ball in her hand and a silk blindfold over her eyes. “You remember what we taught you? If you need a break, drop the ball.” He kissed her temple and tightened the silk scarf. Her fingers closed around the familiar softness of the ball.
Stone’s stroked faster, in and out of her mouth. “Fuck, I’m close.”
“So is she,” Hunter growled. “Give me all that honey, Lisichka.” He closed his lips around her clit and sucked hard as his fingers thrust in time with Stone’s cock.
“That’s it,” Ash whispered close to her ear. “Come all over Hunter’s tongue for him.”
Stone grunted, his thrusting cock jerking out of rhythm as his hot release spurted down her throat.
“Swallow it like a good girl,” Ash commanded as she, Stone, and Hunter all moaned at once. As soon as Stone withdrew, she gasped and panted for air. His weight lifted off her chest, but Ash quickly took his place. “My turn.”
She didn’t know where Hunter and Stone went until she felt them stretching her legs open. One man bound her ankle to the left bedpost, while the other bound her ankle to the right. The silk ties were soft and comfortable, but inescapable.
“Leave her arms free,” Stone said.
“You like sucking our cocks,” Hunter whispered close to her ear.
Unable to speak, Marigold could only moan.
“Such a good girl,” Stone praised, stroking her blonde curls. “Ash is going to come all over your pretty tits when he’s done.
She whimpered as both he and Hunter teased her clamped nipples. Ash’s thrusts sped up as he lifted over her, rocking forward with rapid agility.
“Don’t forget her little stunt in the control room tonight,” Stone reminded and Ash pressed deep, holding himself at the back of her throat as if to send a message.
Marigold cried out, the sound muffled. Her eyes widened, but all she saw was black.
“That’s right. You broke the rules,” Stone teased with a flick to her nipple. “And there are always consequences.”
Ash pulled out of her mouth just as someone’s hand slapped down on her clit. She gasped then screamed, “Fuck!”
“Such a dirty mouth.” Hunter’s low chuckle rippled with amusement. “Better shut that mouth for her, Ash.”
He pushed his cock back into her mouth as another slap landed on her clit and her shoulders lifted off the bed, her body naturally bolting forward.
“No, no.” Hunter’s hands pressed her back down. “You take your licks like a good girl.” He held her shoulders, making sure she stayed flat on the bed.
Stone—she knew it was him by the strategic way he mingled pain and pleasure—slapped her again.
“Asshole!”
“We’ll get to that,” Stone teased, tapping her actual asshole in a sort of promise.
“You should probably add an extra spank for her calling you that,” Ash joked.
“I’m pretty sure she was referring to Hunter.”
“I was talking to you,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Well, in that case—” Three quick slaps landed in rapid succession.
The strange thing was, the more he hit her the less it hurt. And when the last swat landed, she moaned.
“Ah, I think our little thief is stealing pleasure from all this pain.”
“Good.”
“Fuck,” Ash grunted. It was the only warning before his hot release splashed over her ribs, dribbling down her side.
“You’re gonna be covered by the time the night’s over,” Stone promised.
She lost track of how many slaps he delivered, but in the end, there was no pain. Her entire body was a raw, vibrating nerve of pleasure, so much so, that when he dropped the last smack, she climaxed.
She hadn’t realized that the men were touching themselves while Stone dished out her punishment, but as she trembled through the confusing release, they painted her skin in their own. Masculine grunts and heavy panting filled the room as she became the sole target for their pleasure.
Limbs weak, she hardly protested as they moved her body, repositioning her like a doll, perfectly built for their desires.
They propped her up, as Hunter’s broad, hot chest slipped behind her, cradling her comfortably.
She shivered against the heat of his body as Ash and Stone untied the binds at her ankles.
They scooted her this way and that until they had her exactly where they wanted. Then Ash pulled her forward to lay on top of him. She instinctively straddled his hips as Stone guided hers up. Ash aligned his cock with her sex, and gently pulled her down, filling her in one fluid motion.
“Give her a second. She’s still clenching from her last orgasm.” Ash moaned as her body naturally tightened around him with each pulsing aftershock.
Stone’s firm hand guided her shoulders down, and Marigold rested her cheek on Ash’s chest. A drawer opened and closed, then oil was drizzled over the base of her spine.
“I’ll get her ready for you,” Stone said, dragging his oiled finger down her crack. He climbed behind her, bending over her back and whispered, “Remember how I taught you to relax.” His finger pressed into her ass and her spine stretched, instinctively trying to escape the intrusion.
“Don’t try to avoid it,” Hunter said, applying pressure to her shoulders to keep her anchored to Ash’s chest.
“It’s too much.”
All three men caressed her until she calmed, giving her as much time as she needed to come to terms with the inevitable. She clutched the ball in her fist, determined to prove she could be their everything in every imaginable way possible.
“Ass up,” Stone instructed once she stopped trying to squirm away. He hitched her hips higher. “That’s a good girl.”
Her labored breathing sped up as he pressed his finger inside of her. Hunter and Ash continued to pet her, whispering words of praise.
“That’s it. You take it like a good girl. Tell me what you feel, Lisichka.”
“Pressure. Tightness.”
“She’s very tight,” Stone confirmed.
“She’s tensing,” Ash informed. “You have to relax, or you’ll never fit all three of us.”
“Three?” As in…down there?
The men softly chuckled.
“That’s impossible.” They were going to rip her in two.
“Not impossible. You just have to be patient, do as we say, and trust us to take care of everything else.” Stone slowly pumped a finger in and out, finding a rhythm that countered Ash’s easy strokes.
She moaned, her face tightening, as he inserted a second finger.
“A little more oil,” he said, drizzling more over his talented fingers. “We have to get you nice and open. Hunter’s cock’s a hell of a lot bigger than two fingers.”
“I should fucking hope.” Hunter laughed.
She couldn’t think beyond the tension building in her body and the idea that he thought all three of them were going to fit inside of her at once. All of her concentration focused on not screaming.
The pressure eased with the addition of more oil, and by the time Stone had three fingers inside of her, she’d somewhat adjusted to the pressure.
“Now, for the fun part.” He kept his fingers buried inside but stopped thrusting, as did Ash. Shifting closer, the crinkle of the hair on his thighs brushed her skin, sending shivers down her arms. “Hold her.”
Hunter’s grip tightened on her arms, and he whispered, “You’re doing very good, Lisichka.”
Her lips parted on a cry as Stone’s cock slid alongside Ash’s, trying to fit inside of her. “Wait!”
They paused. “If you need to stop, drop the ball.”
Oddly, her fist tightened, making sure the ball was secure in her hand. The slowly started to move again. She gritted her teeth, moaning as her body stretched to accommodate them both.
“Almost there.”
Ash slid out so that Stone could slide in, then he returned, pressing into her from his position on the bottom.
“Ah! Oh, my God!”
As soon as they were in, Hunter’s grip on her loosened. “Beautiful,” he praised, stroking her spine as she gasped and panted.
“How do you feel?”
“Full.”
A low rumble of amusement vibrated from Ash’s chest. “You’re about to be even fuller.”
“And tighter.” Hunter pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Forgive me for this.”
When he moved away, her panic spiked. “Where are you going?”
“I’m right here, Lisichka.”
Ash pulled the blindfold off her eyes, and she blinked, the dim room too bright for her dormant senses.
“Look at me,” Ash commanded, as he lay on his back beneath her, feeling her body’s every twitch.
She gripped the ball tight in her fist as Hunter climbed over her, between her and Stone.
“She’s nice and open for you,” Stone said, leaning back. Every muscle he moved had a resulting effect on her body. They were so connected, locked in as one.
“Beautiful,” Hunter praised, aligning the broad head of his cock where Stone’s fingers had been minutes ago.
Stone thrust into her, slow and constricted by Ash’s buried cock. “Take your time. She’s tight.”
“Eyes on me,” Ash reminded, and she looked at him with all her worry as Hunter seated himself over her.
The first press of his engorged cock made her whimper, in fear more than anything else.
He poured oil down her back, massaging it into her body and over his length.
“Just think, Lisichka, you will never know possession as all-encompassing as ours.” He pressed forward, and she squeezed her eyes shut.