Chapter Thirteen #2
“Noooo,” she wailed. “Don’t…s-stop. I need to…to come.”
“But until you focus on our pleasure more than your own, you’re not getting permission.” Seth masterfully mind-fucked their girl.
Heavenly didn’t argue. Hell, they’d annihilated her ability to reason, so she couldn’t. And Beck relished it.
“Let’s help her focus.” He reached into the toy bag and retrieved a small rubber flogger—perfect for tickling or tormenting her pussy. He also extracted a pair of clover clamps—because the sadist in him wasn’t finished torturing her nipples—along with a tweezer clamp for her clit.
Briefly, he thought about grabbing a ball gag, but the sweet sounds of Heavenly suffering was too erotic to give up.
“You’re evil.” Seth smirked. “That’s one of the things I like most about you.”
Beck chuckled, then sucked one of Heavenly’s nipples back into his mouth. He drew deep, elongating the tip before releasing it with a pop. Then he squeezed the clamp open and aligned the tiny rubber pads on either side of her peak. With a grin, he released the metal hinge. Its jaws shut tight.
Heavenly’s eyes flashed wide as she squealed and writhed, attempting to escape the pain.
“Breathe. Ride the sting. Rise above it,” Beck commanded, capturing her other breast, and repeating the process.
Howling now, Heavenly tossed her head back, flailing and tugging at the ropes in vain.
Beck grabbed her wrists to keep her from rubbing them raw. “Don’t fight, little girl. Let the pain flow over you. Become one with it.”
“It burns.”
“I’ll fix that.” Seth lowered his head and engulfed her pussy in his mouth, savagely pillaging her wet slit.
At the touch of his tongue, she jolted as if they’d hooked her up to a live wire. “Yes... Yes!”
They drove Heavenly to the brink again. Watching her was beyond mesmerizing, but they’d kept her poised on the edge of orgasm for so long, Beck wasn’t sure she had the willpower to keep from shattering. She definitely hadn’t had the practice.
Beck’s cock swelled so painfully, he swore his skin would split. The want—no, the need—to slam balls deep in her slick cunt plagued him. He ached to feel her clamp around him as he released his seed against her unprotected womb.
A glance at Seth, still feasting, told him the PI was nowhere near done.
With a wicked smile, he flicked the little rubber flogger over the angry tips of her clamped nipples.
Heavenly’s glassy, unfocused eyes flew open.
Beck’s deviant heart skipped as she sucked in a ragged breath and pressed her head back into the pillow—arching her back and thrusting her breasts into the air.
Another pain-drenched scream ripped from her throat.
“That sounds so pretty,” Beck cooed. “Give us your agony.”
“All of it,” Seth muttered against her cunt.
Beck switched up the sensations, swirling the rubber falls over her nipples in a delicate, almost gossamer dance of tingles—a startling contrast to the bite of the clamps.
As he absorbed more of her thrashing and screeching, he looked down her body and met Seth’s stare. His expression blazed. He tore from Heavenly’s pussy with a growl, eyes rapt as he took in her torment. “Fuck. I have to be inside her.”
Beck didn’t object.
With shaking hands, Seth tugged down his zipper. His cock burst free. He shoved the denim around his hips and fisted his shaft, quickly positioning himself against her drenched opening. “Is she still fertile?”
Alarm bells gonged through Beck’s brain. His stomach bottomed out.
What difference does it make?
Seth fucking knew the answer. They both did.
Are we back to square one?
Beck almost didn’t want the answer to that question. If Seth couldn’t bury his trauma in the past, where it belonged, it would eventually destroy their progress and prevent them from sharing a happy future.
Seth glared, waiting for an answer. Beck studied the PI’s strained expression as he teased Heavenly with his crest. He nudged the tip just inside her before hissing, cursing, and pulling back.
Then he started the process all over again.
She cried out in pure torment as she lifted her hips, straining to engulf Seth inside her.
Last night, Heavenly had asked what they would do if Seth had changed his mind about starting a family. He’d promised he would remind his pal that they were worth fighting for.
The time had come to practice what he’d preached.
“Is she?” Seth snarled the question again.
“No,” Beck finally answered.
“You’re sure?”
“Positive. Her window is closed. Take her bare.”
Palpable relief skidded across Seth’s face before he flashed her an evil smile. “Do you want my cock, angel?”
“Yes. Oh, god… Yessss.”
“You don’t sound pitiful enough, angel. You’ll have to do better if you want me to give you this big, hard cock.” He slapped his wide, weeping crest against her clit.
“Please, Sir! I need…”
“What?” Seth taunted. “Tell me.”
“You,” she gasped. “I need you.”
“I’m right here, angel. Do you need my grocery list?”
“No!”
“My stake-out schedule?”
“Noooo,” she whimpered.
“Tell him you need his hard cock fucking your little pussy,” Beck growled.
“Yesss.”
“Say it,” Seth thundered.
“I need…” she panted, eyes rolling back in her head. “Oh, god…”
“Say it,” Beck dragged the rubber falls over her clit, gratified when she shivered.
“I-I need your…cock. Please!”
“Where?” Seth pulled back to watch her.
“Inside me.”
“Your mouth?” Beck taunted, landing the flogger against her cunt.
Heavenly jolted with a strangled cry. “Inside my…my pussy.”
“This sweet, tight pussy?” Seth pressed his wide crest through her narrow slit.
Then he stopped.
“Oh, god… Yes!” Heavenly gripped the ropes, panting and struggling.
Seth reared back, hissing as he shoved forward, filling and stretching her with inch after hard inch. Heavenly rocked under him, her hips surging up to take more.
Before Cooper could reprimand her again, Beck flattened his hand over her quivering stomach and slapped the flogger across her pussy with the other. “Stay still.”
Eyes glassy, Seth nodded and eased from her tight cunt, his withdrawal like molasses. Heavenly cried out, her plea hoarse and wordless. God, she looked so flushed and aroused. So sensual.
Beck couldn’t resist adding to her torment. He trailed his fingertips down to her clit and stroked her slowly, rhythmically. She tensed. Her eyes slammed shut. Her toes curled. She wailed in anguish.
He loved every second.
“Fuck. Do that again,” Seth choked out, face contorting as he slammed inside her again, slick and savage until he bottomed out.
“With pleasure.”
When Seth pulled back for his next stroke, Beck was prepared. He met Heavenly’s unfocused stare with a smirk—and lashed her pussy with the falls before he gave it another rub.
She gasped and jerked. Then Seth thrust into their girl again, his harsh strokes measured, designed to scrape every nerve ending in her pussy and drive her higher. Jack her up to unbearable heights.
Then, to the chorus of her mewls, he reared back as if he had all day. Beck landed the biting little flogger on her clit again, yanking her from the edge of ecstasy.
As if they shared the same degenerate mind, he and Seth found their rhythm…
Seth thrusted. Beck whacked. Over and over and over.
Thrust. Whack.
Thrust. Whack.
Thrust. Whack.
Heavenly’s cries—an anguished fusion of misery and bliss—melded with the thudding flogger and slapping flesh like an erotic symphony.
“You like his fat cock fucking you?” Beck nipped her lobe.
“Yesssss…”
“What about these?” Beck flicked the nasty clamps compressing her nipples. “Do you like them?”
Heavenly sucked in a startled gasp and arched, thrusting her tits in the air. Hungrily, he plucked at one before he covered her mouth with his, swallowing her scream of pain.
When she quieted, he eased back with a feral growl and sipped the tears leaking from her eyes.
“Beck? Beck…” Heavenly stared at him, beseeching, as if he alone could save her.
He could. But he wasn’t going to. Not when he was enjoying her agony so much. A glance at Seth’s face said he was, too.
“You’re suffering so sweetly, little girl,” Beck murmured.
“It burns.” She strained against the ropes, wriggling and clamping down on Seth’s cock, still driving into her with slow, bulldozing strokes.
“Fuck, yes,” Seth hissed, sweat sliding from his brow. “Burn for us, angel. Don’t come.”
“Yet,” Beck taunted. “We’re enjoying your delicious agony. Give us more.”
A pitiful wail tore from her lips. Beyond the lone afternoon she’d asked Beck to whip out his belt and unleash his inner sadist, he’d never explored pain with her, much less driven her to the edge of her tolerance with Seth.
Beck wasn’t even inside her yet, and already this might be one of the most delicious fucks of his life.
“Please!” She shook her head violently from side to side.
“More? Harder?” He flashed her a subversive grin. “Happily.”
Seth’s wolfish smile said he agreed and relished the opportunity to heap more torture on her.
His thrusts became ferocious, almost barbaric, each punctuated by the headboard hitting the wall.
Then Heavenly’s whimpers became jumbled pleas for mercy, followed by Seth’s bellows-like breaths.
Beck stayed in sync with their rhythm, landing blow after blow with the flogger on her enflamed cunt.
He watched in fascination as it turned rosier and redder with each thrust and every strike.
Heavenly, trapped between pain and pleasure, glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. She begged with her big blue eyes while her chest heaved with every panted breath. Pleas spilled from her lips, sharp with desperation.
“How does her pussy feel?” Beck demanded.
“Too fucking good.” Seth shoved out the words between clenched teeth.
“Please!” Heavenly’s voice hitched on a sob. “Pleaseee.”
“You want him to come inside you, little girl?” Beck cajoled.
“Yes!”
“Beck,” Seth snarled, his thrusts uneven. “Fuck! I can’t…can’t fucking, hold—”
“Wait!” Beck barked.