Chapter 24 #2
She sounded flustered and was sucking in gasps and squirming back into me. Again, she tried to free her arm. I hung on, and Axl lowered his head and bit something at her front—a nipple maybe. She squeaked, and arched, and took a long rasping breath.
I loved it when a woman arched. The perfect body language.
“Time to fuck her.” Axl kissed her mouth, her neck, her nose, and whispered as if she were not caught between us. “Rough and hard, Grayson?”
“Let’s play it by ear,” I said.
“Or by cunt.”
She twisted her head and aimed from him to me and back.
“I know you don’t want to be a slave, Emme, but you’re ours.” I kissed her mouth as I ground on her and thrust.
My dick slipped into her cunt just a little. I pulled out, stuck it in again.
Her eyes fluttered, and she moaned ever so quietly, as Axl wormed down her body. Pushing the dress above her waist he started tonguing her below. The expression on her face changed instantly to one of shocked surprise with a straining, wide-open mouth. She’d fallen fast into near ecstasy.
A month without sex, with two horny men circling her like vultures, might be why.
“Your holes are going to get well used.” I kissed her again, with her arm trapped high on her back. I jammed my thumb into the corner of her mouth so that closing it would be nigh impossible, and I kissed her and bit her throat.
The girl responded beautifully.
“I get her ass, Axl. Hear that, Emme.” I expected no answer, just wanted to fucking taunt her.
“Or we can swap.”
That made her eyes spring open, and she muttered a curse.
“Spider gag so we can mouth fuck her without her biting, and zip ties, are all in that drawer. Bring what you think we need.”
He stalked over to the set of drawers, while I pressed her face-down on the sofa and sat on her legs. Her complaint was high pitched and mewling, a sure sign of a woman who needed to be fucked.
The rattle as he pulled things out was ominous, exciting, and everything I needed.
No more blue balls and jacking off in the shower. If she gave in and loved this, this was her future.
Her wriggling and protests as we stripped her, roped and gagged her, and generally trussed her how we wanted, would inspire a minotaur to knock down every wall in a labyrinth to get at her.
EMME
This was scary as hell, but god, I needed this.
They had roped my arms at my back in some multi-tied arrangement, elbows to hands, with my arms on top of each other. That made me think shibari. My legs were free, so I could try to kick them.
Trying was always the best policy. I connected with Axl’s thigh, but only once, and that was enough to make me squeak and whimper as he came for me.
The gag they’d applied was metal softened with leather.
I couldn’t close my mouth, and the hole in the middle had obvious purpose.
Dragged up onto my knees on the sofa, Axl stuck in his cock and fucked my open mouth, leering down at me.
The squelch as he thrust and withdrew fed my arousal, as did his merciless stare and the wrench on my scalp from his fist.
“You know what, I prefer the old-fashioned way.” He unstrapped the gag and tossed it. I worked my mouth. The thing had been cruel.
“Bite me and you won’t like what happens.” He tapped my nose and lightly slapped my face.
Fuck, that was hot. I felt my juices leak out and slip down my thigh.
“Open your mouth.”
With my arms roped at my back, I was defenseless but could not help but test him. I was slow on purpose, and Axl smiled and slapped my other cheek.
Impeccably chastened, I opened, choking as he fucked me deep for a few minutes.
When he withdrew, my saliva glistened and dripped from his cock head.
I spat to clear my mouth and found he’d dropped to his knees before me and had stuck his tongue on my slit, swirling it over my clit.
My lips parted. The swell of desire meant I couldn’t draw enough air when a tongue was on me there.
The sucking though and the wriggling of that tongue on my clit, that blew my mind.
I watched him work on me and lick, and eye me, knowing exactly how it was affecting me. Overcome, I shut my eyes and was drowned by the surge of lust. I spread my legs and shook and pushed forward.
Grayson chose then to put his lubricated cock to my rear hole, and he slowly squeezed himself inside me. I squirmed but could not escape, besides…
The slip and slide of that hot pressing tongue, the slippery glide across and around my clit—I groaned and blew into a hot climax. I bucked against his mouth.
And Grayson crammed his dick fully inside me, thrusting like a determined snake into an impossibly small hole. I was afraid he wouldn’t fit, but the lube saved me, though I choked at the surprise invasion.
It made my orgasm burn higher, the feel of that bullying cock going where cock should not, and I blanked for seconds.
A buzz warned me Axl had other ideas just as a vibe was pressed to my clit.
I felt it sink into the softness of my flesh and squash my poor over-sensitive clit.
The cock in my ass became ever more intense.
Keening, I rode the vibe as Grayson fucked me in the ass, until Axl said a word, and he pulled out.
“Oh. Oh.” Jerking, I curled forward. Only Grayson’s hold on the arm ropes stopped me faceplanting.
“She’s wet enough and turned on enough to take us both,” one of them said.
“Fffuck,” I whispered wetly, drooling, and befuddled.
With Axl lying on his back and his cock jutting up, Grayson picked me up and lowered me over him.
“Spread your fucking legs.”
With much maneuvering and my thighs spread wide over Axl, he guided himself inside my slippery hole. I sank down, his cock penetrating deep in one slick second.
Again I whispered fuck. Too much.
Pushed by Grayson, I was doubled over on top of Axl, then the man behind me grunted and found my asshole with a finger. Cock was pushed into my ass again, squeezed in relentlessly despite my squeaks. Filled by two men and bound, I was left with only one possible role—to be their fucktoy.
The leftovers of the orgasm kept my pussy walls sensitive to the girth of Axl stretching me there, and the one in my ass seemed sent new ripples through already overwrought nerves. My panting had barely calmed. My pulse thumped a dangerous drumbeat in my temples.
Rocked and pinned down, with my head smooshed onto Axl’s shoulder, I slid up and down as they both entered me in a brutal rhythm.
The slaps at my ass came harder, faster, and both had buried themselves to the hilt when Grayson made a sound and gripped my hips with bruising iron fingers. He came and swore and groaned.
Fingers found one of my nipples and crushed it. A well-muscled arm kept me clamped across Axl. I was struggling to find enough air, when I recognized the unique swell of heat jetting inside as Axl came.
Spent, I could only wait for them to be done and free me. After some time, they unknotted and pulled away the ropes, and let me collapse to the bed-sofa.
The three of us lay clutched together and tangled, our rutting done. All of us were messed up and panting, our bodies breathing in a sweat-smeared pile.
“Enough?” Grayson asked as he rearranged his position and flopped to my side.
“For you? Sure.” Axl’s voice was baritone deep and intimate at my ear. “Me. I think she needs some red stripes on her rear and tits before we let her go. Just to, you know…make them pretty. To make her really know whose she is.”
I could have already told him that. I was theirs. That knowledge had seeped in over the weeks and become concrete.
“Bad girls get bad rewards.” He slithered from beneath me, leaving me sprawled on my belly. I turned my head to breathe past the soft upholstery.
More? He wanted to be sadistic. I smiled lazily, “Bring it on, assholes.”
“The fiery bitch returns.” While Grayson good-humoredly pinned me in place using a scalp-burning hair hold. Axl found a flogger. The first strike stung and made me squirm to get away. He kept going, delivering ten or more to back and butt until he declared I looked red enough.
One of them bit my ass hard enough to make me howl.
They flipped me over.
I glared up at them—exhausted or not, I needed to show my resistance card. It cranked up the thrills, by one hundred, on good days.
“Legs spread, Emme. Until I say not to.”
Grayson pinned my hands above, by the wrists, I tugged and failed to pull free.