26. Chapter 24
Chapter 24
Darcy
At the sight of the tear rolling down Emmy’s cheek, I give Hudson a nod. He immediately resumes his position from earlier, gripping Emmy’s ass and tilting her up to his face.
I pause with my cock resting on her lips, because as much as I want Emmy to experience pleasure right now, I don’t need her biting off my cock. Emmy jolts as Hudson’s mouth makes contact, and then she moans as she attempts to thrust backward, the curve of her ass raising infinitesimally.
The swish of Derek’s flogger is almost hypnotic at this point, and if I was Hudson, I’d be a little worried about how close the strands are getting to my face. But Derek is a master of his toys and not once do I see Hudson flinch from a stray strand.
There is a furrow on Emmy’s brows, like she is working on a puzzle that has her stumped. Arguing with herself, perhaps? Does this feel good or bad? Do I need it to stop, or do I want that little bit more?
My cock still rests just inside of her lips, and her warm breath rushes over the crown with every moan and groan. The small O of her lips widens as I press forward at a leisurely pace, pushing until I’ve made it past the tight constriction of the back of her throat and her nose is buried into me.
I hold the back of her head and drop my own backward as her throat spasms and her tongue goes crazy on the underside of my cock. Fuck, that’s amazing. Pulling back just enough to let her get a breath, I relish the feel of her choking and gagging as air rushes in and out of her mouth.
Not too concerned about whether she is ready for it, I roll my hips forward and enter the back of her throat again. This girl is fucking amazing. I thought so last night as I watched her have her face fucked, never once protesting as we all became intimately acquainted with the back of her throat.
And the fact that she’d been soaking wet from the way we’d used her.
Opening my eyes, I slide back out of Emmy’s throat and, this time, really let her get some air. My cock is throbbing and my balls are tight, which is to be expected with how fucking tortured they got at the restaurant and in the car.
Emmy makes the most delicious sounds as she sucks in breath after breath, more than a little bit of saliva coating my cock as I leave an inch in her mouth. I give a tug on her hair to get her attention. “Suck.”
Even though she is still trying to get control of herself, she closes her lips tightly around my crown and starts sucking. The vacuumed pressure threatens to suction the cum straight out of my balls. Tingles race down my spine, my balls tighten, and it’s an effort to fight my urge to come.
Fucking. Exquisite.
I run my fingers down the back of her head, over and over, murmuring praise as I watch Derek signal to Hudson to move out of the way. “Good girl, princess. Suck Daddy’s cock. You make me feel so good.”
As with the last two rounds of the flogger, Derek doesn’t change his stroke pattern as he moves from her back to her ass and thighs. She clearly knows what’s coming, especially since Hudson’s mouth leaves her.
Her back is red, with raised lines starting to form. No broken skin, no blood. Just red, heated flesh. I’m looking forward to seeing all of that flesh decorated with my ropes, bound and at my mercy. On display, like one of my finished paintings.
As the flogger makes contact with her ass and thighs, Emmy jerks around my cock. Glancing down, I see blissed-out eyes staring back at me. Her pupils are blown out, and I’m not even sure she sees me staring back at her right now.
Emmy’s sucking gentles as Derek’s flogger starts hitting her pussy. Just like when Hudson had his mouth on her, Emmy raises her ass up to meet the blows. She moans with each strike, and I’m reminded of my earlier words.
Pain slut.
I look over at the couch and see that Xavier hasn’t moved a muscle. His jaw is clenched and his shoulders are tense as he watches everything we are doing to this sub, everything that indicates she is likely to enjoy his brand of domination.
Restrained.
Helpless.
Pain.
A touch of fear.
Time will tell.
When Derek stops with that flogger, a despondent groan surrounds my cock.
“I think our baby girl wants more,” I say to no one in particular, but Derek responds.
“She’s going to get more.”
This time, he pulls down a purple and black flogger; each of its strands has a small knot at the end. Ah, the crescendo. Derek nods to Hudson, who steps up behind Emmy, pants undone and cock out.
With her strapped down in front of us, we are going to fill her from both ends while Derek torments her. Hudson is going to come in that pussy, then Xavier. I’m going to unload down her throat. Then, when we are all done, Derek will have his turn.
Emmy makes a noise of protest as Hudson fills her in one swift motion. She wiggles and cries, trying to get away from his thighs pressing against hers.
“She is soaking wet. Almost dripping,” Hudson comments as he digs his fingers into her ass cheeks as he pulls out and pumps back into her.
Emmy’s sobs are back, so I shush her by filling her mouth. Not all the way, just enough to stop the noise. I glance down at her hands and grin when I see they are relaxed, almost floppy.
Our girl is enjoying this.
I pull all the way out as Derek’s arm comes down, because I know I’m not the only one who wants to hear Emmy cry out. Hudson times his thrust so that his thighs smack into the back of hers just as the knotted strands light fire on her skin.
Her pain is gorgeous.
Red faced, neck corded as she strains and tries to pull away. Tears appearing once again. A keening cry that I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
But her eyes—they tell a different story.
Our girl is floating.
On one of her moans, I thrust my cock back into her mouth and chase my own orgasm. Hudson does the same, and honestly, neither of us is going to last long. We’ve been blue balling it all day, and I’m having to grit my teeth to hold off so it’s not over too quickly.
After only a few more thrusts, my balls constrict, and I know it’s over for me—sorry Derek. I grip Emmy’s head and bury myself just like at the start, rocking into her face, her throat squeezing me absolutely fucking perfectly, and then I unleash with a groan.
I pull out as I come, leaving a trail of cum on her tongue. Lazily, I continue to thrust shallowly, drawing out my orgasm.
Hudson follows shortly after, unloading in that little pussy. Xavier finally joins us, cock out and ready as he stalks in our direction. He stuffs his cock into Emmy before any of Hudson’s cum can leak out of her.
She continues to suck on my cock, keeping it from going completely soft and making my balls tingle as the sensation threatens to turn to over-sensitive. Her moan vibrates around the head as Xavier drives in and Derek keeps swinging his arm. Xavier grips her waist, not caring if Derek hits his hands. He fucks into her like a man on a mission, forcing rolling moans and groans out of Emmy as she tries to take it all.
Not that she is really struggling. She’s loose and limp, allowing us to take her however we want. And by the sounds of the wet clap of skin on skin, she is just as turned on as we are.
Xavier comes with a grunt, my cue to take Derek’s place. I quickly scoop up the first flogger—the red and black one—and take my place next to Derek. Emmy is all but comatose as Xavier thrusts into her a few more times and Derek slows his swings.
Derek discards his flogger and takes his place behind Emmy. He doesn’t waste any time and uses Emmy’s poor, abused pussy like his own personal sex toy. I start up with the flogger, starting firmer and slowly working my way down, the closer and closer Derek gets to his orgasm.
When he finally comes, Emmy is a hot, sweaty mess, her skin a stunning patchwork of pink and red. I lower my arm and step back. Still inside of her, Derek smooths his hand over her ass cheeks. It probably feels both amazing and painful for Emmy, if she is even registering anything anymore. But I know Derek is checking that her skin isn’t too abused for his final swing of a toy.
Apparently satisfied with what he is seeing, he pulls out and walks to the right-hand side of the Wall of Torment and takes down an embossed paddle from the wall.
During our original texts, Emmy had asked what a bad girl would get, and we’d sent her a picture of our brat paddle. She’d never asked about what a good girl would get.
And she has definitely been a good girl.