Chapter 36 #2
Fear is the chill that ripples down my spine. Lust is the thrill that follows as Kail delves between my thighs with his entire hand. Yet still, the table conceals.
That description of Dawid’s wants is a mixture of confronting, scary, and intriguing.
“We have an agreement?” he asks.
With my heartbeats thudding louder by the second, I sneak a look at Kail. His face is emotionless, as if he’s fighting something. All the while, his fingers have been stroking along my slit so that wetness slicks both me and him, and his fingers glide.
I stare at the table, struggling with that same wish to be emotionless, while my needs are soaring.
I should tell Kail I’m done.
Once we start, I won’t stop.
Trust me.
His fingertip pushes aside my pussy lips, pushes further, moves in slow teasing circles. I part my thighs, a fraction, nothing more, and I swallow my noises. My throat tightens as he keeps on playing with me.
My hands turn into claws.
I grip his wrist, then my thigh.
I throw him a hot glare and at last, at last, I see a small smile hinted at in the twitch of his mouth.
“Well?” Dawid drawls. Zedder chuckles. They know what Kail is doing.
“She’s thinking,” Kail says.
The bastard. His fingers keep fucking with me.
The things Dawid asks for. It would be sick to want those, wouldn’t it?
Like the man being pegged in the alcove.
Make you hate to like it.
Like the woman led on a leash.
Pain and pleasure… Like the woman at the sofa. Her cries are for the pleasure they’re giving her and the red lines on her body.
“You’re wet and getting wetter.” Though his mouth is beside my ear, Kail’s words are loud enough for the others to hear. “Ten seconds to say no. One, two...”
He probes me, curls his finger, hooks my pussy with it, tugs.
What?
“Six, seven…”
I dare to look at the men opposite. Zedder smiles around his glass as he drinks, while Dawid seems enraptured. He watches Kail’s arm move, while he spears his finger inside me, pushing apart my walls, shredding my mind, sinking in…further…than before.
My mouth flies open as I gasp, and I jerk my head downward, my eyelids flutter closed, then open, then drift half-shut. Fuck!
Though I try to hold my breathing to a calculated pace, I feel half-strangled.
“Nine, ten. We begin.” Kail twists his free hand in my collar and pulls it down enough for him to do his favorite thing—bite me.
His teeth are possessing me, marking me.
I shut my eyes and unravel into minor bliss.
“Use this,” Dawid says, and Zedder laughs as something thuds and tinkles musically onto the table. Things are slid across the table.
When Kail stands and lifts me in his arms, I open my eyes.
I’ve been placed on my back on the square table, beside an open brown duffel bag.
My knees are at the edge, and my legs hang off.
I’m faced away from the others, and that’s both good and bad.
I’m not sure I like them seeing more of me than I can see of them.
A black leather and silver-buckled tangle has spilled from the bag’s opening.
I weigh up the pros and cons of leaping up and running. Kail would like that. Hell, the others would too. I have zero chance of getting to the door without being tackled. Fun or not?
When I try to roll over, Kail seizes my arm. He rummages in the bag and straps a black cuff to one wrist then the other.
“Move again, and I might let Dawid thrash you.” There’s a smile there, but a hard challenging one. Pushing me flat, he clicks both wrist cuffs to the anchor point above my head.
“That wasn’t in the—”
“Speak again without permission and the same.”
He wouldn’t?
I’m more shocked by his next act. He takes a knife from the bag and slices down the side and straps of my dress, then cuts off my bra and panties. The back of the blade slowly slipping along my skin strikes me as an unspoken threat.
“Now we’re getting into it,” Dawid says in a satisfied tone. His chair squeaks, I hear a zip undo, and spot him leaning in and reaching for my leg.
“Stop,” Kail barks.
“Why?” Dawid asks. “I don’t fuck them, but I like to touch.”
“Because he wants her all to himself. Some cash help you decide, Mr. Kail Stone?” Zedder is offering us, or rather Kail, money for another man playing with me.
I lick my lips. I’m so close to speaking that my chest aches.
Zedder said Kail Stone. When did he learn that fake last name?
The silence thickens for several long seconds, while Kail stares down at me, studying every inch of my naked body. “Not in the deal. No one else plays with my toys.” He circles the table.
I stare at him. How does this man excite me by calling me his toy?
He grips my ankle and fastens a cuff to it, before doing the same to my right leg.
“Trust me,” Kails says, even as he fondles my breasts. After searching in the bag, he lays two tiny devices on my stomach.
I cannot see what they are.
While I’m thinking about trust and unseen devices, he draws the ankle cuffs under the table and clips them to points, spreading my legs wide open to where Dawid and Zedder sit.
I strain against the cuffs, arching my back, shoving, testing their strength.
Nothing bends or gives, and my fucking treacherous libido cranks… gushes…a notch higher.
The armchairs the men sit in creak, suggestively.
Kail picks up one of the devices. A chain with a silver ball at the end swings from what looks like a tiny silver peg.
I think I know their purpose.
Fearing what those might be used on, I shrink into the table, but he casually takes my right breast in his hand and bends over me to suck on the nipple. I inhale sharply as his warm tongue torments me. He does the same to the other breast.
“Trust me.” He traces a gentle half-circle around each areola with his finger as they erect into buttons, and I forget to breathe. With finger and thumb, he crushes my nipple then fastens the peg onto it.
The pain is a blinding streak of needle sharpness. I hiss then try to shrink away, whining as he does the same to the other side.
Fuck, fuck. “Nnnngggh!” My ass curves back and forth across the table. When I eventually come to grips with the pain, I stare at the clamp on each breast and see Kail studying me.
He cups one breast and squeezes, holds the pressure steady until my toes curl and I inhale through my teeth. With my breast still trapped, he palms the V of my legs and curls his fingers downward, between my legs. “These are mine, and so are you. My fucktoy.”
The audacity is shocking. I’m trembling as he casually fingerfucks me with at least three fingers, while our eyes are locked together.
“I don’t think she does trust you, Mr. Stone.” Dawid says dryly.
I glare at the other men.
“Maybe.” Kail abruptly releases my breast, unfucks my pussy, and pulls a large red dildo from the duffel bag. He perches his ass on the table between my shaking legs and addresses the two men. “She almost spoke. Where should I insert this?”
“Mouth,” Zedder says, amusement dripping from the word.
He nestles the rude thing between my legs then leans up to kiss my mouth, whispering between kisses, “Lubrication, first. Open your pretty cunt.”
I shut my eyes, feeling his devoted mouth, the clamps he’s placed on my breasts, and the slow press of the large dildo as he forces it in.
“Good girl.”
The kissing stops. I’m groaning, thigh muscles straining, as he tunnels it further in, until his knuckles jam against me. I stare past Kail, aware of Dawid’s arm moving as he slowly strokes his cock, a voyeur to my violation.
Violate. Kail said he loved the word. This is that, and degradation. The dildo rotates, and pumps back in, and I shudder as they watch, staring at what’s been stuck inside me.
The clamps jiggle as I breathe staccato.
Nipple clamps decorate my breasts, their eyes are on me, and a huge dildo is plugging my pussy. This is such an obscene drama. I should be terrified.
And yet, when Kail kneels to give my clit some swirling tongue action while he slowly pistons the dildo, I drop my head back and moan.
As my legs push against the restraints, the ankle cuffs jingle and click.
“Just a little more…” And he keeps on playing with my clit, sucking, and on and on, and arousal creeps upward, builds to a minor crescendo and then he sucks and holds onto my clit with his mouth, and… I can’t…stop…
I spasm into a violent climax that leaves me spun out for a few seconds.
Kail laughs softly, extracts the dildo, then stands up. He shows them how it glistens. My eyes close.
“She came?”
“Yeah, she did.”
My labored breathing mutes their words. I’m unsure who spoke.
Leisurely, Kail brushes his hand up my side and over my breasts so that it comes to rest on my neck. I open my eyes and find he’s hovering the dildo above my mouth. I shake my head, pinching shut my mouth.
Being ornery is my one means of protest.
“Open wide. Behave and I’ll pull it out before you run out of air.”
I can breathe through my nose. Then he clamps my nose shut.
Fucker! Defiant, I hold out, staring wildly, until I must open my mouth to drag in much-needed air.
Scraping it past my teeth, he wriggles it deep, deeper. I cough, mumbling around the rubbery girth, with my lips stretching as he keeps going. My eyes widen. He cannot go further?
Disbelieving I plead with my eyes.
He pushes on it, holds it there for a second.
Spluttering, I arch on the table as he worms it in and out, then leaves it deep again. Nausea peaks then ebbs. When I try swallow, it moves and obstructs my throat. My eyes are surely feral as I glare at him. I gulp and glare some more.
You asshole. My eyes say it all. He only reaches lower and drags one of the nipple clamps upward and taut. I shriek around the dildo and when he abruptly withdraws it from my mouth, the sound is rendered into a scream.
I’m about to fuck her pussy with the dildo again when her scream shocks me into awareness.
What am I doing?