Chapter 33 #3
Still, I watch this god of a man use my body to get off, and it’s so damn hot.
“That's it. Fuck. Take my cock. God, this ass, this fucking ass.” He lets go of the belt to crack his hand against my ass again, making me scream. “That's it, baby, scream for me. It’s like music to my ears. Such a good little slut, letting me use your body. I’m gonna cum, little butterfly. Fuck. God, yes. Fuck!” He shoves my nightgown up, baring my back to the cool night air.
His hips move in jerky thrusts, faster and faster, before he thrusts forward one more time and lets out a long, loud groan.
I can’t see it, but I can feel his hot cum shooting out and spraying all over my back.
When he’s done, he rolls over and lies down on the ground, chest heaving as he lets out a sigh. “Thanks. I needed that.” He reaches over and slaps my ass.
That's it?! He gets to paint me like a fucking Picasso, and I’m left a fucking horny mess.
This might be one of the hottest experiences that could ever happen to me, but it’s also one of the most sexually frustrating ones, too.
What does a girl gotta do to cum? If my hands were free, I’d fucking just lie next to him and finger myself using Wesley’s cum as lube.
I glare at him, nostrils flaring.
“Aw, don’t be mad, Lola Girl. We’re not done with you just yet. You’re going to get to cum soon. Just be patient. Good things come to those who wait.”
He pats my head before rolling back to look up at the sky, basking in his orgasm high. Must be fucking nice!
Fuck this shit.
With all my strength, I roll myself over and sit up.
Sylas chuckles softly as he watches me struggle to get up. Once I make it to my feet, I spin around and glare down at him.
“Run along, little butterfly. Two down, one to go.”
With a heavy huff, I spin around and storm off away from him.
“What the fuck are you doing just lying there?” I hear Jasper demand from behind me, making my eyes widen. I turn around and see Wesley and Jasper standing over Sylas.
“Just had fun with our little butterfly,” Sylas answers, smugly. “Need a moment. I gave myself a good workout.”
“You didn’t let her cum, did you?”
“No,” he snorts. “Don’t worry, I’m keeping to your rules.”
Rules! So it’s Jasper's fault I haven’t gotten my orgasm. Oh, that's just mean. What did I ever do to him for him to be so damn cruel? Asshole.
“Where is she?” Wesley asks.
“She went that way.” Sylas waves his hand in my direction.
Oh, shit. They both look my way, but I don’t waste time. I take off running again, trying to work my hands free.
With my luck, I’d trip, and because my hands are bound, I won’t be able to catch myself and end up with a broken face.
Thankfully, Sylas didn’t bind them too tightly. After a lot of wiggling, I manage to get my hands free, even though my wrists burn like a bitch.
Letting the belt drop, I bring my hand to my mouth and pull out the panties, tossing them to the ground.
I’m kind of exhausted if I’m honest. As much fun as this has been, my body hurts. So does my head. I’m cold, dirty, and I still really want that orgasm.
But because I don’t want to just roll over and take it, I decide to hide this time.
The first mausoleum I find, I rush over and open the door.
Slipping inside, I lean against the wall. I close my eyes, giving myself a moment to catch my breath and think of what my next move should be.
I’m done running, but I can’t just walk out there and be like ‘heeeey, I’m free for the taking, someone fuck me before I do it myself’.
Or… can I?
A smile curves my lips as an idea pops inside my head.
Oh, this could work, and it would piss them off at the same time.
I feel giddy as I open the door again and peek around, seeing if they’re around.
When I see that the coast is clear, I start to search for a perfect spot to set up my plan.
Most of the gravestones are old and run down, not big enough or strong enough for me to sit on.
But as I make it a few rows down, I notice a different kind of gravestone. It looks like a chair of sorts. Big enough for anyone to sit on.
I’ve seen some like this before, but most of them have been more of a bench kind of thing.
Either way, it’s perfect. “Thanks…” I lean in and read the name. “Paul Edmond. Don’t mind if I do.” I sit down, getting comfortable. “You’re doing me a solid, Paul.”
Grabbing the night gown, I take it off. There’s no point in keeping it on, since it’s dirty and ripped to pieces at this point. Tossing it to the side, I lean back against the cold stone, closing my eyes and widening my legs.
“Fuck,” I whimper, my fingertips brushing against my clit. It’s swollen and oh-so sensitive.
I slide my fingers into the mess at my center and bring it back up to my clit. I work myself over, my toes curling into the ground as I feel the orgasm from before start to build back up.
My plan was to wait until they found me and show them that I’ll do the job myself if they can’t, but as I thrust my fingers in and out of me, rubbing my clit, I don’t think I’m going to be able to wait.
Biting my lower lip, my heart races as my breathing quickens. The familiar tingles start to build, making my body shake with excitement and arousal, the closer I get to the release I’ve been dying for.
I put all my concentration on reaching my climax, that pressure building inside me until I feel like I’m going to burst.
Whimpering, I move my fingers faster over my clit. I trap my hand between my thighs, grinding my pussy against my palm as I fuck myself with my fingers.
Yes, yes, fucking, yes! I’m so close. It’s right there. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna–
My hand is suddenly yanked from between my thighs, the orgasm that I was just about to fucking have ripped from me.
My eyes snap open, ready to tear them a new one, but as soon as I look up, I swallow hard as the three of them tower over me.
Wesley has my wrist, holding up my hand. My fingers are coated in my arousal and his cum.
“Someone’s being a naughty girl,” he tsks.
“You know what? Fuck you,” I grind out, just so fucking over this. If I don’t cum soon, I’m going to murder someone. “I deserve to cum, damn it! I played your game, let you manhandle me, use me, and what do I get in return? Nothing!”
I let out a yelp when Jasper grabs me by the hair and yanks my head back. “You’re seeming to forget the part where you’re nothing but our little fuck toy. Our dirty whore. Our cum slut. You want to be rewarded with an orgasm? Then earn it.”
“What more do I have to do?” I whine. “You’re mean.”
Jasper chuckles, and that in and of itself is rare. “Mean? I think we’ve been pretty nice to you,” he counters me, letting go of my hair.
“Nice would be getting to cum. Don’t you want to pleasure your girl?” I know I’m poking the bear, but I have nothing else to lose. What's the worst that could happen?
“Is it because you don’t know how to make a girl cum?” I ask, knowing that’s a damn lie because all these men need to do is breathe on me, and I’m wetting my panties.
“On your fucking knees,” Jasper barks.
I do as I’m told because I might, maybe, get something more out of this. At least they’re about to fuck me again.
Standing up, I turn around and kneel sideways on the stone chair. “Now what?” I ask, biting my lip.
“Take my fucking cock out,” he snarls.