31. Chapter 29
Chapter 29
Derek
Emery’s open and wet pussy is aimed directly at me. It glistens under the changing light from the TV, and there are fresh red marks over my dulled ones, from where Xavier gripped the still tender skin of her ass.
She has relaxed back into her pillows with her ass in the air, and I am fighting the desperate hunger curled tightly within me. My cock has been hard for over an hour, and I need to bury it in the wet heat of her pussy before my balls explode. I need to hear her beg to be allowed to come. I need her sobbing with her own desire. Desperate.
I need her pleasure to turn to pain and back again.
Emery was perfect during my scene earlier today. I would have drawn it out even longer if it wasn’t the first time she felt the strands of a flogger. By the end, when she had been floating, cum streaming down the backs of her thighs and skin reddened with hundreds of thin raised lines, I was ready to kneel for her.
And now? I look over to Hudson and study him as he stares at his little fuck toy on the floor. He’s feeling it too. The car ride today, as much as that was to give Emery her pleasure before our time started, was also for him to test her.
Would she let him push her beyond her limits to reach that place where pleasure burns white hot? Fuck, yes, she had.
And now? This free-use-dollification scene is something I know he has tried in the past—not this exact scenario, but similar. The women have always balked for varying reasons, but mostly, they don’t enjoy the humiliation or objectification.
But Emery? With the beginnings of her own cum smeared around her entrance, I would say that she is loving this.
This tiny wisp of a girl is blowing through all our walls like they are made of paper, and I don’t even fucking care.
The couch shifts next to me, and Darcy leans forward, bracing his arms on his knees. “Do you think it’s cooled down enough yet?”
Hudson leans forward himself and plunges two fingers into Emery, and to her credit, she barely flinches. She does spread her thighs wider, however. He plunges his fingers in and out several times before replying. “Yeah, I think you’re good to go.”
Hudson wipes the front and backs of his fingers against cheek that doesn’t have dried cum, on it, leaving a new wet patch of skin, and then gets comfortable on the couch again as Darcy stands. He kneels behind Emery, but from this position, I can only see his back. Shifting, I move to his spot on the couch to get a better view, not giving a fuck about the movie.
Darcy plays with Emery’s entrance, thrusting his fingers in and out. With one thrust, he leaves them buried to the knuckles, the tendons on the backs of his hands flexing with what I assume is a crooking motion.
“I wonder how many loads of cum it can take before it overflows,” he ponders, continuing to stimulate her G-spot. “Would love to fill it up until it’s overflowing, then suspend it from the ceiling and let it all leak out.”
My balls tighten so suddenly at the vivid imagery that it’s painful, almost to the extreme.
“Something to try another time,” he mutters as he withdraws his fingers.
My attention snaps to Emery’s shoulders and head, waiting to see if she reacts in any way to Darcy’s comment. But nothing. She doesn’t even indicate that she heard. And again, she doesn’t react as Darcy slides his cock into her.
Placing his hands above the swell of her ass, he supports himself as he works at pistoning into her. I can see the wetness that coats his cock as he pulls out and wonder if that’s from Emery or Xavier. The muscles beneath Darcy’s tattooed back and forearm ripple with every thrust.
Without slowing his pace, Darcy leans forward and gathers the two ponytails of long brown hair into one hand and pulls back until Emery’s head raises from the pillow. My hand is wrapped around the base of my cock and squeezing hard to stop the sudden surge of pleasure as I see her glazed-over eyes and pouty mouth hanging open, lips glistening.
She doesn’t even try to support herself. Her neck arches as Darcy pulls, and she lets him use her, exactly like a sex doll would.
“Fuck,” he mutters as his movements begin to stutter, her complete and utter lack of self-autonomy getting to him as much as it gets to me.
Firmly, but slowly, I stroke my cock, watching the live-action porn in front of me while Darcy pulls out of Emery and tips his head back as he starts to jerk his cock ruthlessly. In only a few pumps, he lets out a groan that makes me glad that we spent so much money on soundproofing, and cum erupts out of his cock. With the head aimed right over her asshole, he thoroughly covers the puckered hole.
He then slips his still-hard cock back inside of her pussy and thrusts a few more times, lazily, as he slowly lowers her head back down, her hair running through his fingers.
As he starts to withdraw, Emery twitches. “Please, fuck me with your cock. I need your cock inside of me.”
Darcy ignores her request for more cock and instead cups her ass and rests a thumb over the hole that Hudson declared as off-limits. He plays with the cooling cum, rubbing his thumb back and forth over the hole. “I think that, if I ever get myself one of these, the first thing I’ll do is open up that hole. Maybe even train it with plugs. Start off with small silicone plugs and work up to the wide flares. If it can take a cock in the ass, then we’d all be able to play at the same time.”
“That’s between you and your toy,” Hudson replies, but even I can see that he is affected by the imagery that Darcy is putting in our minds.
I wonder if it’s affecting Emery.
We know it is a hard limit for her, and we will never push her on it. But for this scene, she is our fuck toy, and the humiliation of having her asshole discussed like she isn’t even in the room is a part of the scene.
Darcy continues to rub his thumb back and forth for a few minutes before getting up and adjusting his pants. “Anyone need a drink? I’m getting a water.”
Hudson and Xavier both accept, but I can’t take my eyes off Emery’s pussy.
It’s even redder and wetter, and the sight of the cum dribbling down over the skin between her ass, down to her open and waiting pussy, is pushing my self-control.
I glance at Hudson, and he gives me a nod.
Cock already out, I stand and go to kneel behind Emery. Before I insert myself, I gather her hair and adjust her head so that I can see her face. When I have her positioned to my liking, I ease my cock inside of her. Emery’s throat moves, and I stay completely still inside of her once my pelvis touches her ass and wait her out.
I don’t have to wait long.
“Fuck me harder. Please, fuck me harder. I need your cock. Please. Fuck me with your cock.”
She mixes up the phrases, but I get the point. She wants me to move. Fuck, I want me to move. But I don’t give in to her. I stay where I am, cock wrapped in her warm wet pussy as it clenches my cock, and turn my attention back to the TV.
The SWAT team has found a way into the bank through an air vent on the roof and is stealthily gaining entrance to the building. It takes all my willpower to pay attention to the characters on the screen and not pump my cum into Emery, just to see it leak out of her.
I let a minute pass by. Then another. Without moving at all. She begs again.
“Fuck me. Please. Fuck me with your cock. Fuck me hard.”
I continue to ignore her, but the heat in my gut is getting too hard to hold back.
I’m going to wait until there is gunfire again.
Since I’ve already seen this movie, I know another fight scene is only a minute away. I breathe through my nose and watch on as the SWAT team gives silent hand gestures to indicate who should go where.
It switches to the robbers, who are almost into the vault, unaware that the cavalry has arrived.
And three, two, one…
With the first crack of a gun firing, I pull back and fuck Emery. I go in hard and deep and don’t ease up. I fuck her pussy like she is an actual silicone fuck toy, not giving a fuck if it hurts or feels good. I take my pleasure in strong, unrelenting thrusts.
Her thighs shift beneath mine, but I pay the movement no mind. A long, low, continuous moan flows from her, oscillating up and down every time I make an impact. But like a good girl, she lies there and takes it. Until she starts begging again.
“Please, fuck me with your cock. I want your cock. Please.”
It’s not until she goes off script that I lose control.
“I want your cum. Fill me up. Please. I want your cock.”
Goddamn, fuck.
Pleasure explodes from my balls, and I pound into her as I come inside her pussy, unloading every single drop. It takes me several panting breaths before the blistering heat recedes and my focus returns to the room. Slowly, I withdraw and sit back on my haunches so that I can watch as her pussy gapes open for my viewing.
My balls are still tight, almost sore from having come so soon after the first time, and my cock remains hard. I reach up and play with the swollen pink lips of her pussy, tracing circles around the opening. I rack my nails over her clit until she starts rolling her hips, seeking more sensation.
Then I spank her pussy, once, twice, and a third time.
She makes a choked noise but doesn’t move otherwise.
I go back to circling, around and around, and as soon as she moves, I spank her three times again.
“Fuck me with your cock.”
My cock twitches again, but my balls say no.
That’s fine, I’m happy to keep playing and driving her crazy. The more she begs, the more rewards she will receive. She might hate me at the moment, in her hazy pleasure, but she’ll thank me when we update the rewards chart.
I continue torturing her, playing with her clit more and more until her words are desperate and laced with sobs.
Then I pick up the discarded vibrator and push it inside of her. Cum oozes around the vibrator, and I helpfully stretch her pussy around so that it doesn’t escape, then get up and go back to my spot on the couch, leaving her full and needy, but with no end in sight.
“Had your fun?” Hudson asks, his voice rough and laced with humor.
“I did, thank you,” I reply with a smirk. “You’re a great friend for sharing your toy with us.”
Darcy chuckles as Hudson rolls his eyes at me and gets up to take his turn with Emery’s pussy. I’m not even a little bit surprised when he doesn’t take the vibrator out and instead squirts some lube onto his cock, then pushes in alongside the silicone toy.
Emery does react to this, letting out a low moan. Hudson keeps a thumb over the toy, with his palm resting on her ass cheek while he double penetrates Emery’s tight little pussy.
He gives her a few moments to adjust, and when her thighs relax, he grips the vibrator tighter and fucks her with it. Emery is clearly confused by the sensation at first, but then her hips start to rise up to meet Hudson’s fist.
Hudson plunges the toy in deeply, then starts to fuck into Emery with his cock, alternating with the vibrator. Her moan turns into a groan, the sound guttural.
“I think it’s starting to overheat,” Darcy comments to no one in particular.
Hudson grunts. “Yeah, I think so too. I’ll speed things up.”
He turns on the vibrator.
Emery’s allowed phrases start flowing, unbroken and running together, as Hudson fucks her with purpose, his thumb holding the vibrator in place so that it drives them both wild.
He doesn’t last long, and I don’t blame him. That wet heat, filled with so much lubricant, and the vibrations against the full length of his shaft? Honestly, I’m surprised he lasts at all.
With two very sharp thrusts, he comes, back arching and a groan just loud enough to be heard over the final gunfire scene.
He pulls out immediately and starts to fuck Emery with the vibrator.
“Fuck toy, you have permission to come.”
It doesn’t take long. One tweak of her clit, and Emery’s hips push back off the pillow and harder onto the vibrator as Hudson slams it in over and over. She screams, face pushed into the red pillow, muffling the noise.
As soon as the pleasure leaves her body, she sags against the pillows, going completely limp. Hudson continues to fuck her gently with the vibrator, and her body gives a twitch every few seconds, but other than that, she doesn’t react.
Quietly, we all get up and kneel around our girl. Hudson carefully removes the vibrator, and we roll her onto her back. She is completely checked out, and after I look into her eyes, I grin. Her pupils are wide, and I can only see the dark hazel ring that forms the outside of her irises.
“I’ve never played with a sub who can find subspace the way she does,” I murmur, swiping my knuckles over her cheek. “It’s like it’s her natural state.”
The others murmur in agreement. Xavier slowly scoops Emery up into his arms as Hudson stands, tucks himself away, and then goes back to the couch and sits, accepting the blanket that Darcy hands him. Xavier deposits Emery onto the blanket draped over Hudson’s lap, and Hudson closes his arms around her.
Hudson indicates the spot next to him. “Help me with her?”
Xavier doesn’t even hesitate, taking the space next to Hudson and pulling her legs onto his lap.
Hope is a scary thing, but I’m starting to believe that this might actually turn into something longer than just the weekend.