Chapter 62 #2
“If you can’t thank me for it like a good little slut, I can take it away,” he reminds me. “Brats don’t get orgasms, remember.”
My sex, already weeping at the loss of Jasper, clenches on nothingness. I don’t want him to take it away. I want to come. I want to try taking as many of their cocks as I possibly can, in whatever combinations they’re willing to give me.
North follows through on his promises. If I keep pushing his buttons, will he make me go the whole way through this without coming?
I look at Dakari and then Leo, but there’s no help coming from either of them. They’re content to let North have his way with me.
“Sorry, Sir,” I mumble. “Thank you for my present. Now, please, can I come?”
“You will be sorry,” he promises. “And I already gave you permission, remember?”
His grip in my hair disappears, and he draws back, watching as I return to using Jasper to chase my own pleasure. My Scot groans in happiness as I lower back onto his face, then whimpers as I take him into my mouth again.
“Mistress, can I come?” he asks. “Please. I need to.”
I lift off his cock. “Not yet.”
He whimpers as I turn around, taking my pussy away as I hover over his length, pull the thin fabric of my thong to one side, then sink down.
My lips part on a moan as the first inch of him slips inside.
His hands drop to my breasts, massaging them through the fabric as we slowly fit together.
With the plug stretching my ass, there’s precious little space left, and the mimicry of double penetration only has me pressing down harder, faster.
When our hips meet, I bend and kiss his glistening lips, tasting myself on his tongue.
I lift and fall over the top of him experimentally, letting out a tiny whimper as the friction of him rubbing against the plug sends sparks through my body. Jasper was the biggest of my men to begin with, but this…
I rock, grinding my clit against his pelvic bone as his face twists in bliss beneath me. His hands leave my breasts, heading for my hips like he’s about to try to control the motion, but I swat them away, then reach back and squeeze his balls lightly in punishment.
“No. Sit there and take it.” I rise again, this time stopping only when the head of him is just inside me before sinking back down again. “Good boy.”
A pair of hands—I’m not sure whose—land on my ass cheeks, spreading them wider. The heated touch forces me to change the angle of my thrusts, and I see stars. All it takes is Jasper’s palms returning to my breasts, pinching lightly at my nipples through the lace.
I come with a keening cry. Jasper’s body tenses, the tendons on his neck straining, as my channel tries to strangle the life from him.
“Please,” he whispers. “Mistress, please—”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Come.”
His dick jerks inside me, hips stuttering as he follows my order with a shout.
I droop over him, sated and limp. Lambert’s hand glides down my spine, stroking my sweat-slicked skin as I struggle to catch my breath. His fingers stop at the plug, gripping the base and pulling it just far enough to make me moan and clench around Jasper’s softening cock.
“Leo has this plan,” Lambert confides in me as I roll off Jasper and onto my back. “Where we share you.”
Jasper’s arm wraps around my shoulder, and he props himself up on one elbow, kissing me again.
We break apart with matching small smiles, then I turn back to Lambert. “Yes. That. I want to do that.”
“Insatiable,” North mutters, his fingers trailing over the hyper-sensitive skin of my pussy, playing in the mess of Jasper’s and my releases.
“Perfect,” Dakari counters from his place on the other side of the bed.
“Filthy,” North retorts, his fingers sinking deep into my core.
A trickle of cum floods out, and I gasp as North scissors his fingers.
Leo sighs and pushes off the wall. “I believe your turn came last, North.”
“Turn?” The word starts sharp but breaks into a gasp as North’s fingers find my G-spot and rub mercilessly.
“I told you we’d planned this.” North smirks. “And second last. Pierce drew the shortest one.”
“You did not draw straws to decide how this was going to happen.”
“No. We didn’t.” Leo sits on the edge of the mattress, unzips his fly, and cocks his finger at me.
I follow like a puppet on a string. North abandons his tormenting and watches as Leo grabs my collar, using the ring on the front to manoeuvre me so I’m straddling his lap.
“We’ve had weeks of jerking off, fantasising about you to come up with ideas. We drew straws to stop us fighting over who got to play with you first. Now, be a good girl and ride me until I fecking tell you to stop.”
He’s there, the pierced head of him brushing up against my pussy, demanding I obey.
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur, keeping my eyes downcast as I lower slowly onto his cock.
His hands release my collar, coming to rest on my ass with a crack that echoes across the patio. He puts more of his strength into his spankings than North does, and I gasp at the bite of pain, sinking down faster.
That piercing drags across my internal walls, heavy, hard, and unforgiving. He uses his grip on my ass to keep drawing me down when I would’ve paused to adjust. I’m still sensitive from Jasper. This is almost too much, the penetration deeper thanks to the angle.
My breath turns shallow as my ass meets his thighs. Tiny scratches cover Leo’s shoulders from where I’m clinging to him, but he doesn’t care. He just observes my struggle with that beautiful blue stare, cataloguing every expression as our bodies join. Memorising our first time together.
My heart cracks. Bleeds. Heals.