Chapter Twenty-Five #2
“You don’t make demands, little girl. That will cost you. On the bed. On your back. Now.”
Heart drumming against her ribs, Heavenly scrambled onto the mattress, suppressing a smile. She stretched out on her back and arched to him, thrusting her breasts up. The cool evening air bit into the sensitive tips as she slowly spread her legs.
“Christ,” Seth muttered, his hands already working his belt. “Look at her…”
Beck growled a barely human sound as he rushed to strip off his clothes.
Beside him, Seth shucked off his shirt, then stepped impatiently out of his pants.
As always, the sight of her men and their sculpted, inked bodies made her sigh. Seth’s broad chest and the trail of hair leading down to his thick, veined cock. And Beck’s carved muscles, flexing and bunching while his hard length pointed toward the ceiling, dripping with need.
The sight of them, naked and ready, made her whole body quiver.
Anticipation spiked, her breaths turning rough, as Beck climbed onto the bed, settling himself between her feet.
“Spread your legs wider,” he commanded, stare raking her. “That pretty pussy is mine, and I want to see every inch of it.”
Heavenly bit her lip to hold in her excitement as she obeyed, dragging her heels apart and exposing herself completely.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his black gaze devouring her. “Look at you. Already so wet.”
“And begging for cock.” Seth sounded almost censuring as he approached, staring at her with eyes full of fire.
Heavenly lost herself in the heat of Seth’s stare as he plucked at her nipples—rolling, pinching, sending sharp pleasure-pain straight to her clit. Beck’s warm breath ghosted hot over her inner thigh, so close.
She whimpered, her hips shifting involuntarily. Seeking in silent plea.
“Stay still.” Beck clamped his hands around her thighs.
She froze, panting.
“Now put your arms above your head,” Beck growled. “Wrists together.”
Slowly, heart thudding, she stretched them above the pillow.
She wanted this, ached for it with every cell in her body. But as she obeyed, a switch flipped in her brain, screaming that she was now under Beck’s control—a slave to whatever sensations he decided to heap on her, a victim of whatever torment he used to unravel her.
“Look at you all spread out for me,” Beck moaned before he climbed on top of her, his big body pinning her.
He captured her wrists in one big hand and shoved them against the mattress, his face hovering a few scant inches above hers as he arched a brow in warning.
“If you move your hands—if you even flex your pinky—I’ll stop everything.
I’ll pull out of your quivering little cunt and leave you aching all night. Is that clear?”
Seth rounded the bed, then settled on the mattress beside her before wrapping a big hand around her throat. “He means it, angel. And I’ll help him.”
They would do it; she knew that from experience.
“Yes, Sirs.”
“Remember that.” Beck lifted his hand from her wrists and shifted his hips, pressing the thick head of his cock against her entrance with a hiss.
That first touch—hot, hard, insistent—had her sucking in a gasp.
“Tell me what you want, little girl.”
“You, Sir. Inside me.”
He pushed forward slightly, letting her feel only his thick crest. When Heavenly’s pussy fluttered and clasped and her hips jerked up involuntarily, he pulled back with a growl. “Can you follow directions?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathlessly assured.
“And who makes the rules?”
“You do, Sir.”
“That’s right. Don’t forget it,” he cautioned, holding her prisoner with a hungry stare. “Now beg me. Make me believe you want… No, make me believe you need my cock.”
Heavenly swallowed back a mewl. “Please, Sir. Please. I need you inside me. Need you to fill me.”
“Do you? I’m not convinced.” Beck smirked, pushing another inch inside her before he stopped again. “If you want more, you’ll have to do better. Tell me how my cock feels.”
“I-It…” She groaned in frustration as he withdrew again. “It feels good. Too good. You’re so thick and hard and…” She gasped as he flexed and backed away again. “No. Please… I need all of you.”
“Such pretty begging, angel,” Seth praised as he resumed tormenting her nipples and glanced Beck’s way. “Pretty enough to give her what she wants?”
“Not a chance in hell. I don’t think she understands who’s in control yet.” The surgeon flashed a filthy smile. “But she will.”
Seth softly chuckled as he pulled and pinched. “We won’t rest until she does.”
Their burning stares and relentless teasing had her fighting the urge to twist and arch. She’d beg more if they demanded it. Whatever they needed to put her out of her misery, she’d do it.
With agonizing slowness, Beck pressed forward, filling and stretching her as he drove deeper in her fluttering pussy. An exquisite burn had her gasping—legs spreading, hips lifting—as pleasure assailed her.
“Yes. Yes…” she begged in a shuddering exhalation, eyes sliding shut, as he worked in another blistering inch.
“Eyes on me,” he snarled. “I want to watch you take every inch. Watch the pain and pleasure ripple over your face as I wreck your snug little pussy. Watch those pretty blue eyes dilate just before you shatter all over my cock.”
Heavenly lifted her heavy lids and locked stares with Beck. Her heart leapt. His eyes were nearly black, and the slow smile that tugged his lips did absolutely nothing to comfort her.
He was going to wreck her tonight, and he was going to love every minute of it.
She would, too, knowing that she was giving him exactly what he needed.
That knowledge unlocked something inside her—deep and primal and femininely fundamental. They’d taught her to embrace her submission—to crave it, to sink into it, to revel in it.
But this was different. Clearer. Her submission wasn’t something she did strictly for her own peace. Tonight, it was her gift to them.
And watching Beck take it—watching him reclaim himself through her body—filled her with something fiercer than mere pleasure.
“That’s it,” he hissed. “Good girl. Don’t look away. No matter what I do, you keep your eyes on me. Understood?”
“Yes.” She nodded, a desperate bob of her head. “Yes, Sir.”
He withdrew nearly all the way in a molasses stroke that had her mewling and aching. Before she could recover, before she could even find the words to plead again, he thrust deep.
Hard.
To the hilt.
Heavenly bowed her back and screamed.
Fire razed through her veins. Tingles skittered. Need pooled hot between her legs.
She gave herself over completely.
“Take all of him. Let him use you,” Seth urged, squeezing her nipples. “God, you look so damn beautiful.”
“And she feels so tight.” Beck settled into a powerful juggernaut of a rhythm. Deep. Banging. Unrelenting.
Beck’s feral tone blended with Seth’s growled praise, spilling over her like sandpaper and silk.
“Hmm. You’re squeezing my cock,” Beck huffed as he drilled her again. “Clamping down on me like you don’t want to let me go.”
“I don’t,” she cried out with a beseeching stare.
“He’s fucking you so good. Isn’t he, angel?” Seth taunted. “I know you like that.”
“Yes,” she groaned as Beck dragged his wide crest over the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her. “I feel him everywhere. Stretching me. Filling me.”
“I’m claiming you, little girl,” Beck roared. “And I’m taking what’s mine.”
Jaw clenched, his thrusts turned faster, rougher, more demanding.
Seth’s fingers on her nipples were unrelenting—rolling, pinching, plucking—his breath hot on her neck as he watched Beck pound into her.
“She’s aching to please you, man,” Seth murmured. “She’s giving you everything. Heart. Mind. Body. And she’s surrendering all her sweet, sweet power.”
As if his words flipped some internal switch inside Beck, his rhythm turned punishing. Teeth bared, he strained, grunting with every surge inside her, hips bunching, back arching, as if being inside her wasn’t just pleasure, but biological imperative. He growled her name over and over.
And he kept proving how completely he owned her body and commanded her pleasure.
The fiery friction sent her reeling. Her head spun. Her breaths caught. Her orgasm tightened and coiled between her legs, building and swelling to something far beyond her control. She keened out, sharp cries that left her throat raw. And still, she didn’t stop.
“Don’t.” Beck’s fingers tightened around her wrists. “You don’t have my permission to come. You haven’t earned it.”
“Please,” she wailed, fighting the relentlessly rising pleasure. “Please…”
With a growl, he gripped her thighs, shoving them up and wider, changing the angle so his cock dragged across her G-spot with devastating precision.
“Look at this pretty, greedy cunt,” he moaned low and dirty as he stared down where their bodies joined. “Taking me so deep. Dripping all over my cock. You love this, don’t you, little girl? Love being used rough and hard.”
“Yes,” she sobbed, the pressure building higher, harder. “I-I love it. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” His voice softened for just a moment before hardening again. “Which is why we’re going to make you scream. Seth, wreck her clit. Let’s see how long she can hold out.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Seth said with an unholy chuckle as he lowered his fingers between her legs and strummed her swollen nub with firm, steady pressure.
Heavenly cried out, jerking beneath the onslaught of sensations pinging off every nerve. “No. No, please… I can’t—”
“You can, and you will,” Beck thundered, eyes boring into hers. “You will not come until I give you permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped, tears streaming down her temples as she fought against the massive orgasm threatening to steamroll her.
Beck didn’t seem to care. He drove on, crashing into her over and over, while Seth’s fingers worked her clit with perfect precision—circling, pressing, torturing the swollen bud until she could barely form words.