XXVI
Hazel Winters
T he sound of something buzzing makes me tense. I bite my lip as the buzzing gets louder and louder. Then it stops.
Fingers brush at the waistband of my leggings before they’re slid off my body. Next, my hoodie is taken off until I am lying completely naked and blindfolded. He takes my hands and places them in handcuffs, the metal cold on my wrists.
My hands are yanked above my head and the handcuffs are attached to something at the head of the bed, rendering me immobile.
Quietness consumes the room, making me more and more impatient. I grow wetter at the anticipation of Andros’ next move, only for the sound of someone else’s voice to make me jump.
“Hey, Little One,” Theo whispers in my ear. I shiver at his arrival, and he grazes his hand over my burning skin, tweaking my nipple as he goes.
“Wh-” I start to ask but am silenced by someone pressing a finger to my lips.
“Did we say you could talk?” Atlas asks me. I frown, biting my lip at the thought of them being here.
Wait, if those two are here, does that mean…
“Spread those pretty thighs, Spitfire,” Dawson calls out. Slowly, I do as he says and bare my naked pussy to them. There’s a collection of groans around the room, making me feel empowered despite my temporary loss of sight.
“So fucking beautiful,” Andros murmurs.
They don’t touch me for a few moments, increasing my need to be touched. The buzzing sound returns, and I fight the urge to close my thighs. Suddenly, my ankles are grabbed by two different sets of hands, and I’m pulled down until I’m fully stretched out on the mattress. It dips as someone climbs onto the bed, bringing the buzzing closer to me.
Realisation of what is making the buzzing sound hits me when a cold, vibrating object is placed against my clit. The intense sensation makes my hips jut off the bed, and I hear them all chuckle at my reaction.
“See, now Angel, this is our idea of entertainment,” Andros argues. A moan escapes my lips as the vibrator is circled around my clit, rocketing pleasure throughout my body.
“Much better than a movie night,” Theo agrees, his voice gruff.
They both seem too far away to be the person between my legs, meaning it’s either Dawson or Atlas.
“How does it feel, Spitfire?” Dawson asks, his voice close enough for it to be him using the vibrator on me. I hesitate to speak, my rapture too intense to put words together. A clicking sound is followed by the buzzing increasing and I cry out, nearing my orgasm at an embarrassingly fast rate.
“Are you ready to come, Angel?” Andros asks and I nod my head, scrunching my eyes under the blindfold. My lips fall apart as my orgasm approaches throughout my body.
“I think she should beg for it,” Atlas says, and I can hear the smugness in his tone.
“B-beg?” I ask, breathless and desperate for release.
“Tell us how much you want Dawson to make you come, Little One,” Theo explains. My breathing catches as I flush from the humiliation of having to ask them for release. Inhaling deeply, the arousal and need forces me to swallow my pride as Dawson increases the intensity of the vibrations.
“Fuck,” I cry out, basically panting at this point, “Please, god I need to come.”
“There’s no god here, Principessa,” Atlas scolds.
“Try again,” Theo growls.
“Please, Dawson, let me come. Please-” my voice is raspy and before I can finish speaking, I feel a rough hand on my neck, squeezing it tightly. I gasp, trying to fight off my orgasm. My legs shake as I hold off, and I squirm on the mattress.
“Come for us then,” Dawson growls, setting me off like a volcano erupting. My whole body nearly lifts off the bed as the orgasm barrels through me. Endless cries escape my lips until the feeling becomes too much, and I try to wriggle away from the vibrator. Luckily, Dawson turns it off once I become too overstimulated to take the vibrations on my clit.
“Good girl,” he whispers before the bed dips again and he’s gone.
Still blindfolded, I lay melted and waiting for their next moves. My eyes burn as the blindfold is removed from my face. Blinking, I look around to see them all standing around the bed, staring down at me with pure unadulterated lust in their eyes.
“Ready to take us, Principessa?” Atlas asks, his voice deep and gravelly. I blink, furrowing my eyebrows.
“All of you?” I ask, pulling my thighs closed in fear.
How would that even work?
They all chuckle and shake their heads, making me blush in embarrassment.
“Not yet, Spitfire,” Dawson clarifies, although I don’t miss the way his eyes darken at the thought. My sarcasm returns to my body slightly and I smirk.
“What are you going to play rock, paper, scissors for this or something?” I ask, enjoying the way Atlas growls in disapproval.
“Well, we were going to let you choose but I think we will take that choice away since you’ve decided to be a brat,” Theo glares at me, raising his eyebrow in a silent challenge.
“Pulling names out of a hat then?” I ask, taking the challenge to be a brat.
“Fuck’s sake. Someone shut her up before she gets herself spanked, again,” Atlas growls. I giggle, involuntarily pressing my thighs together as my clit pulses at the thought of being spanked by him.
The sound of a belt buckle snaps my attention from looking at Atlas, and I turn to see Andros kneeling on the bed, next to my pillow. He pulls his dick out of his suit trousers, and I lick my lips at the precum beading at the head.
It’s definitely bigger than I’ve ever had.
“Open,” he commands, his voice so full of dominance that I open my mouth without arguing. He slides inside me, pushing until it’s touching the back of my throat. I gag around him, and he pulls back before doing it again.
He begins to set a rhythm that’s both ruthless and powerful, and I lay helpless with my hands still pinned to the headboard.
My thighs are pried apart, and I move my eyes to see Theo is kneeling with his dick in his hand. He slowly rubs it, and I widen my eyes at the sight. It’s both long and thick, with a metal piercing glinting at the head.
“It feels good, I promise,” he winks at me, and I hear Atlas chuckle.
The cold metal bar contradicts my burning pussy as Theo rubs his cock up and down my slit, gathering my wetness. I keep my eyes locked on Theo as he lines up with my core, and Andros has to pull out of my mouth so I can breathe.
The stretch burns as Theo pushes inside me, the piercing brushing against my inner walls. I have to take deep breaths as he reaches the hilt and tears well in my eyes, making me close them.
“Let me see you cry so beautifully for me, Little One,” he coaxes. I open my eyes, not prepared to see the look of adoration in his eyes as he stares down at me. He begins to move, his thrusts purposeful and commanding.
Andros pushes his dick back into my mouth, both of them filling my body from both ends. My moans contort around his cock, muffled as he slams in and out of my mouth at an increasing rate. Theo increases his own thrusts, pounding into me so much that tears begin to spill down my face.
The familiar tingle in my core begins to build again until I’m spiralling over the edge a few minutes later, bringing both Andros and Theo with me. They grunt out their releases as I come down from my orgasm, my whole body shaking from the intensity.
They pull out and separate from me, leaving me to fall limbless on the mattress.
“Our perfect girl,” Andros whispers as he bends down to kiss me. I blush at his words, but my eyes widen as Dawson replaces Theo between my legs.
He winks and lines up with my used pussy, using Theo’s come and my arousal to lube up his cock.
His dick is just as intimidating as Theo’s, staring angrily at me. It’s slightly thicker, but not as long as Theo’s. Sliding it inside me, there is less resistance this time, but still a slight burn as I stretch around him.
Atlas walks around to take Andros’ place, and my jaw drops as he pulls himself out of his black boxers. Set about an inch apart are eight barbells, lining the shaft. He smirks at my reaction before grabbing my jaw and pressing until I open. He slides into my mouth, and I count the piercings until he scrapes the back of my throat.
Just as before, the two of them work in tandem, getting their pleasure from my body, whilst building me to my third climax. I cry out around Atlas’ cock and my eyes fall closed, tears streaming down my face as Dawson pounds into me from behind.
I open my eyes again when someone tugs at the handcuffs. They fall from my aching wrists, and Andros takes them away before nodding to Dawson. In sync, Atlas and Dawson pull out before flipping me onto my hands and knees.
Dawson slams back in and Atlas retakes his place in my mouth. My eyes fall closed as an elongated, muffled moan escapes me. A hand creeps under my stomach and begins to circle my clit, sending me hurtling over the edge.
Wetness seeps out of me as I shake and writhe at the ferocity of my orgasm, and I pull Dawson into his own. He growls as he fills me, before pulling out.
Atlas only takes a few more moments before he fills my mouth to the brim with his come.
“Swallow,” he commands as he pulls out. I look up at him and swallow it, letting the salty liquid slide down my throat.
“Good girl,” he mutters, brushing over my bottom lip before releasing me. Without anyone to hold me up, I slump down on the bed, completely exhausted.