37. Chapter 35
Chapter 35
Emery
The pleasure burning through my veins is receding and leaves behind a haze. My heartbeat is loud, everywhere tingles, my head feels heavy, and I desperately want something in my pussy. It’s still spasming, and the emptiness is making my chest tight.
I want to feel full. To feel owned. To never be empty again.
Opening my eyes is not an option. If I do, I know I’ll cry, and I do not want this scene to be over. Because, for sure, that will end this scene. Even though my tears will be because I want them so much.
I’m starting to think agreeing to this weekend was a mistake.
I concentrate on breathing through my nose on Angel’s every outward thrust. His pace isn’t quite lazy, more like deliberately slow, and even if I wanted to pick up the pace, the hold he has on my hair has already created a burn along my scalp. Every few thrusts, he tightens his grip, and the added tension keeps building the haze.
My throat constricts around a gasp as something warm, thick, and firm bumps my clit, stirring the ashes of my last orgasm. I cough and gasp around Angel, who continues to thrust into my mouth, not giving two fucks that my throat is fighting him, which just makes my core heat even more.
I’ve never been used like this . Yeah, my pussy has been used more times than I can remember, but it was never about owning me. It was just a hole for them to dump a load in. But these four men? They drive me insane. They bring to life every one of my senses.
The thickness nudges my clit a few more times before sliding down and slipping into my pussy, filling me until my cervix complains. Warmth presses against the backs of my thighs and grinds into me.
Viper. I almost sob with the fullness, because, yes, this. This is what I need. I need them, both of them. I want all of it. Everything they have to give me.
Wanting to trap him there, to force him to keep me feeling full, I try to wrap my legs around his back, but tension around my ankles and thighs, and weirdly, my wrists, stops me.
I pull back hard enough that Angel lets go of my hair. Forcing several gasps of air into my lungs, I open my eyes and look at my legs, my gaze taking in the blue and black rope securing them to my arms, then the armrests of the chair.
“Wh-what—” I can’t even get my question out as a flicker of confusion burns at the edges of the haze. I stare at the ropes in their intricate and woven knots around my arms and legs. I can wiggle my hands and my feet, and while there is a bit of give around my actual limbs, I’m essentially at their mercy.
Both of my holes are exposed and open, spread wide. They can do whatever they like, and I won’t be able to stop them.
An easy access position.
All I will be able to do is cry and scream.
I’m theirs to use as they please.
My breathing increases in pace, and I try to wiggle, to move, to do anything, but I’m further impeded by the fact that Viper’s dick has my pussy locked in place, and all my wiggling does is fuck myself onto him.
“Princess, look at me.”
Turning my head, I look up at Angel. My gaze scans from his hard cock, still wet with my spit, up his V and over his abs, past the nipple ring, skirting the edge of his tattoos, his neck, and up to his dark blue eyes.
“What’s your color?”
“I-I… Green? Maybe yellow.” I stammer through my answer, because I’m not sure. Everything is still a little floaty, but I’m tied up, and that should be bad, right? I shouldn’t like it. I’m helpless.
The room becomes very, very still. Even the music hits a lull.
“Is that because of the ropes? Do you want to be cut free?” The questions sound neutral as he asks them, but I can see the way he stiffens the smallest amount and how tension lines appear around his mouth.
The rapid beating of my heart becomes painful, almost like it is swelling and falling at the same time. His worry that I won’t like being tied up like this is clear, but my mouth is answering in a whisper before my brain knows what I’m saying. “My pussy is open. And my ass. It’s…It’s easy access.”
Angel’s lips twitch. “Yes, princess. That’s how I want you. With your pussy open and your body bound with my ropes. And your mouth…” He cups my jaw with his hand and presses his thumb into my mouth. When I automatically suck on it, he groans. “Your mouth open as well. We’re going to use both of those holes while you let the ropes hold you nice and tightly for us, okay? Can you do that for me? Can you relax and let us play with those two holes?”
Angel doesn’t mention anything about my ass. Only my pussy and my mouth. The tension that tried to burn away the haze recedes. He doesn’t remove his thumb from my mouth, but I try to talk around it, anyway. “Yes, Daddy.”
“You are such a good girl for us, princess.” Angel presses his thumb down on my tongue and my mouth floods with saliva. “Remember, come as many times as you need to. Just enjoy all the pleasure. We won’t be done until I say we are done. Relax and let us play with you. Trust the ropes. Trust us.”
He removes his thumb, and I let my head fall back against the backrest and my eyes close. “Okay, Daddy.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel the slide of Viper’s dick as he pulls back and then slams back into my pussy. The ropes over my shoulders and thighs press into my skin with every thrust. He is so deep inside of me that I wish I could widen my legs and let him in even more.
But I can’t.
I’m held in place by this web of ropes, twisted and tied around my body in a beautiful pattern of diamonds and knots.
I don’t have to do anything.
Not to hold myself up.
Not to make myself available to them.
All I have to do is trust the ropes and trust them.
And did Angel say I could come as many times as I want to?
No…wait…
He said that I’ll want to come more than once and that I have permission.
A snapping sound snags my attention and is followed by a loud vibration.
Oh, shit. Is it that same toy?
Oh, god. Yesterday’s car ride. I get it now.
Relentless orgasms until I black out.
I’m in a very similar position, but this time, instead of their hands restraining me, it’s Angel’s ropes.
I jolt in place, expecting the next sensation I feel to be the vibrator against my clit as Viper fucks into me, but instead, hands come down over my collarbones and cup my breasts, squeezing and playing with them. Fingers pinch at my nipples, twisting and tweaking, and I turn into a panting mess as streaks of fire shoot down to my pussy.
Keeping my eyes squeezed shut is a mistake, though.
Angel abandons one of my nipples before pinching the other and pulling it away from my body. Torment floods my boob and makes my pussy clench tightly.
“Daddyyyyy,” I whine, then squeal as an intense pinching pain zings right through my nipple. My eyes fly open, and I look down at my chest, which he is now massaging, and see a tiny black clamp hanging from my reddened tip. A chain dangles from the clamp, and as Angel starts giving the other nipple the same treatment, I see the other clamp a second too late.
A white-hot pulse of fire blooms from both of my boobs, and tension locks up all my muscles as my brain tries to determine if this feels good or bad.
Viper grunts. “Fuck, she likes that. Her pussy just squeezed my cock. Tug on the chain.”
Angel must have already had the same thought, because the chain is immediately tugged away from my body. My nipples follow the chain, and where the pain had started to dull, it now screams its presence. “Oh, no, no, no.”
He pays me no mind and gently pulses the chain, stretching everything just that little bit extra with each crook of his finger.
The hum of the vibrator can barely be heard over the rushing of blood in my ears, but I fucking feel it the moment it touches my clit. “Oh, shit.”
Completely against my control, my pussy spasms, hard. All my focus goes to the vibrating wand pressing against my clit, while the vibrator tries to suck my soul out of my pussy. I’m too sensitive from the orgasm only a few minutes ago, but my brain shuts down and my mouth falls open as I silently scream.
The pain in my nipples becomes distant, and even though I can feel Viper moving, the slide of his dick is secondary to the fucking vibrations.
My core is on fire. I’m wet, so, so wet. My breasts ache. My thighs are burning. I need more. I need less. I can’t, this is too quick. My clit is fucking burning. It feels ten times its normal size. I want my knees wider. I want them closer together. I want another dick inside of me. I need something. Everything. More. I need more.
There is a wailing noise coming from somewhere, and it barely registers that it's coming from me as the fire inside me hurtles toward the edge.
Sweat breaks out on the back of my neck, and I start to thrust with Viper, grinding up onto the toy as much as my bindings will let me. His ice-blue eyes stare back at me, that feral look of hunger from the first night there again. Like he is going to make me hurt and enjoy it at the same time. He never once moves the toy, instead keeping it pressed into my clit with enough pressure that I won’t be able to dislodge it with any amount of movement.
He gives a harder thrust, and I know I’m coming before I even feel the burn throughout my body. The vibrator stays on my clit for my entire orgasm, the speed relentless. It stays until my fingers feel numb, the bottoms of my feet tingle, and my mouth feels dry.
And then it stays even longer.
It starts to hurt. My clit pulses and shoots pleasure down my thighs. I struggle against the ropes, twisting and turning, trying to get away from the torture.
“No, no, no, please stop. It hurts. Please,” I beg, tears pouring down my cheeks. “Please, Daddy. I don’t want any more.”
White-hot streaks burn to my core, and I can barely breathe. Viper is still thrusting in and out of me, causing sloppy sounds to fall from my pussy, aided by my own cum.
“Who says you get to decide how much you get?” Viper asks with gritted teeth. His free hand rubs up the back of my thigh toward my knee before he stops and grips my leg tightly. “We’ll stop when we say you’ve had enough, and not a moment before.”
“Pl—” My next attempt at begging is cut off as a hand grabs my hair, my head is turned, and I’m force-fed a dick into my mouth, again.
“Relax, princess,” Angel says with a rough voice. “Be a good girl and choke on that cock, that’s it, princess. Don’t worry about what’s happening to your pussy, just choke on my cock. Let us make you feel good.”
“Your pussy is so tight, kitten. It’s locked up and pulsing around my cock. And you are so wet. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever felt a pussy this wet before. So good for us. I can’t wait to see my cum all over your breasts.”
The vibrator is removed, and I sag into the ropes. My pussy hums with the phantom vibrations and my bones feel like jelly. The only things holding me up are Angel’s beautiful ropes and the two dicks inside of me. They are holding me securely to the chair, making sure I stay nice and open for him and Viper.
Angel pulls out of my mouth, and the vibrator returns, but this time, it’s on my clamped nipple. The pinching pain returns, but it’s joined with pleasure, and my body has no idea if it wants to pull away or push into it. At the same time, the dick in my pussy is removed, and I sob at the emptiness that returns.
“Nooo,” I slur, but then there is a dick rubbing at my lips. Greedily, I open my mouth and suck it in, the musky wetness coating the dick helping it to slide all the way in.
With my nose buried against the skin at the base of this new dick, I suck and work my tongue, even as my throat tightens. Saliva spills from the corner of my mouth as I gag.
“Fuck, yes, kitten. Suck my cock. Look at you. Getting messy for us.” Viper gathers my hair and holds it back as he starts to pull out.
Just as he thrusts back in, I feel a dick lining up at my pussy. Angel. Angel is going to fill me back up, and I’m going to be full and perfect.
The vibrator shifts to my other nipple, and I moan around Viper’s dick as Angel sinks into me. Once he is in, he doesn’t take it slow. He grips the backs of my thighs and fucks into me at pace that matches my rapid heart rate.
I’m so wet, I can hear it with every clap of his skin against mine.
I want to reach for him. Or for Viper. I want to feel them.
But I need to be good and just feel. Just let them make me feel good.
The vibrator travels to the underside of my breast and down to my stomach. Dread and excitement at the idea of it touching my clit again fill me at the same time.
I can’t have another orgasm.
At least, I don’t think I can. My clit feels weird and swollen, and the nerves are all fried. Besides, I’m still tingling from the last one. Every time Angel thrusts into me, it sends a shock into my core and makes zings of fire explode.
But the vibrator doesn’t go to my clit.
It's placed across both of my thighs and left there, with the head vibrating on one thigh and the cord dangling over the other.
It is so close to my clit, but not close enough, and the vibes are traveling through my pelvis, straight down to my pussy.
The chain is given a tug, and I gasp around Viper’s dick, my stomach muscles clenching.
“Ah, I see what you mean,” Angel says. “Her pussy is so reactive to her nipples. It’s like they’re connected. Maybe we should ask Xavier about piercing them. Then we could hang pretty things from them. What do you think, princess? Would you like some pretty pierced nipples?”
Images assault my mind of my nipples with barbells that have pink and purple gems. Tassels. Beaded chains. Pearls.
Knowing that they are pierced because my daddies wanted them pierced is enough to make me say yes. All the yeses. Every yes there is. I try to make a noise of agreement, and Viper swears as he feels it around his cock.
Viper pulls out and I suck in air. Angel picks up his pace, not moving the toy. I look down to where our bodies join, and with every pull out, I see his dick covered in my wetness. An obscene, wet clapping noise has joined the music as he thrusts in.
Viper palms the bottom of my boob as Angel holds on to both thighs. With deft fingers, Viper massages all around the clamp, never actually bumping it, before swapping to the other breast.
I watch, mouth slightly open, as he manipulates my flesh. Just as I’m getting used to the new embers that are stoking inside of me, Angel pulls out and Viper lets go. I am left empty and untouched.
The sob that escapes is a confusing mix of gratitude and devastation.
But I needn’t have worried, because Angel doesn’t leave me completely. He sits back on his haunches and picks up the white wand, examining it as it continues to vibrate while he holds it up in the air. “Do you think this could fit inside of her?”
Inside of where?
“Only one way to find out,” Viper offers and comes around to stand behind Angel. “Put it right against her hole and push. See if it sucks the toy in the same way she sucked our cocks in.”
My brain is so far behind the scene that Angel is pressing the round white head against my entrance before the words register properly. I inhale as my insides suck up toward my lungs. Wet, slurping noises comes from between my legs, and I scream, fighting harder against the ropes, even managing to shift the chair a little.
“No, no, no,” I cry as more pressure is applied and the vibrations go deeper. “No, please don’t. I can’t. It’s too big. It won’t fit. Please, no.”
“That’s not a safe word, princess. Breath out for me,” Angel orders, and even though it’s a struggle, I do as requested.
As the toy slips straight inside of me, dizziness washes over me. “Oh, fuccckkkk.”
The head of the wand is humming against a spot inside of me that makes my insides curl up. My entire core is burning, completely on fire. My pelvis starts rocking up into the toy, humping the air as best I can.
“You were right, she did just suck that right in.”
The wand is jostled, and I gasp and moan, sudden pressure placed on the front wall of my vagina, stimulating my G-spot even more, which, up until this weekend, I’d always thought was a myth.
“Good, we can leave her like that while we take a quick break.”
Leave me like this? What?
Their words barely tickle my brain, and this time, when my eyes close, it is completely involuntarily. I catch glimpses of them as they take a seat near the cabinet and crack open two bottles of water, both their dicks still out and hard.
My throat aches, my abs burn, and the entire time, my pussy quivers around the toy.
I have no idea how long they leave me like that, but every now and then, one of them plays with my clit or comes to fuck my mouth. I’m wet everywhere. My cum is leaking down the backs of my thighs, tears and saliva have dripped down my chin and onto my chest, and my entire body is covered in a sheen of sweat.
But I barely register any of that, because another orgasm is coming. I can feel it. A slow-moving burn, building in size and momentum.
A dick rubs at my lips as the vibrator is slowly, so fucking slowly, withdrawn from my pussy. I don’t get a chance to protest as the dick pushes in past my lips. Everything is so loose now that I don’t fight the hold on the back of my head, just let the dick slide into my throat.
I know it’s Viper by the way he stays completely still, my throat convulsing around the crown of his dick. He starts to pull out and thrust shallowly, only giving me a few moments to fill my lungs, before repeating it all over again.
My pussy gaps open as the toy is finally completely removed.
Viper moans as I suck hard on his cock, that slow-burn fire turning into an inferno, rapidly spiraling out of my control.
“I’m getting close, kitten. I’m going to come all over those clamped nipples. You going to make me come? Suck harder, yes, just like that. Fuck, kitten. Such a good girl for me. Here it comes, you ready?”
I suck as hard as I can, jaw aching, throat tight. Viper thrusts twice more before pulling out, wrapping his hand around his cock and jerking it over my tits, before coming all over my chest. His hot, wet load lands on my skin and nipples.
“Oh, shit,” I whisper, imagining the mess that Viper left all over me.
Suddenly, my clit is on fire as the vibrator is pressed to it again.
“No, please. Not again. I can’t. No, no, please, Daddy. Please, I can’t, I can’t, I ca—” I cry out as I thrust down and squeeze out around Angel’s dick.
It feels so good, but it doesn’t feel good, either. It burns. It tingles. It hurts. My cry turns into a mix of sobs and twitching wails as white fire burns through my veins.
I pull and thrash in the chair, trying to put even the smallest amount of distance between me and Angel, but he continues to hammer into me while holding the wand against my clit. My brain is completely fried. My breasts ache, my nipples tingle, and holy shit, I can feel myself leaking.
His movements jostle the vibrator, and we fall into a tortuous cycle where the vibes are perfectly on my clit and then bumped to the side, giving me half a breath of relief.
But somehow, not, at the same time.
I feel like I am burning alive.
“Come on, princess. One more. You can do it. You can give me one more. It’s right there, I can feel it. Your pussy is so…fucking…tight right now.” Angel grinds out, thrusting in on every word, physically enunciating his pleasure. “I want one more. I need to feel you come around my cock, then I am going to come in this tight little pussy. Fuck, I feel like it was made for me. One more orgasm, princess. You can do it.”
His words barely register. My nerves are screaming at me to make it stop. Make it all stop. Everything tingles. Everything feels like it’s on fire. Every muscle screams with stress. There is a buzzing in my ears, and my blood is roaring through my veins.
“Push down, princess. Squeeze. Make yourself come on my cock.”
I try to squeeze, I think I do. But then Angel readjusts the vibrator, and now it's no longer being moved by his thrusts, which are shallower, no longer jostling things out of the way.
The unrelenting vibration is too much. I feel like I am going to pass out. My face feels numb, and my mouth falls open. I think I might be screaming. I don’t know if I’m even breathing. Pins and needles prick into every bit of my skin. My vision has tunneled, and all I can see is the white vibrator on my clit Angel’s cock thrusting in and out of me.
I shake my head. It burns . I’m not going to come. My clit is going to burn right off. The pleasure hurts. I can’t.
Something brushes against the side of my breasts, then pain explodes in my nipples just as I’m rocketed at full speed up and over the edge, and my consciousness explodes like a firework. A male groan punctuates the haze just as everything goes my last piece of consciousness goes dark.