19. Emma
19
EMMA
O ut of all the things that crossed my mind when Finn mentioned a punishment, this never even made an appearance. I expected something along the lines of spanking. This is much, much worse.
The lack of contact from him was, surprisingly, enough to bring me back from the brink of orgasm. It left me with an ache between my legs that I was certain I could manage since the toy was vibrating so low that it wasn’t that stimulating.
Or so I thought.
Sitting at the dinner table was a challenge. Three sets of eyes keep glancing at me to check on my condition since Finn announced very loudly that I was being lightly punished for not being upfront about fucking other people. I know it was only in jest, a reason to start this game, and I am here for it.
Stubbornness keeps a smile on my face as Caspian serves the pasta dish he cooked up. It smells amazing, much better than the ready meal I’d planned for myself earlier that day. My stomach growls so I stab a full forkful and eat it quickly, moaning slightly at the taste.
“Good?” Caspian asks, sitting next to me with his own plate. Asher uncaps a couple of beers while Finn pours me a glass of white wine.
I nod quickly, taking three more bites before I answer. “So good. I can’t remember the last time I had a cooked meal that tasted so good. Maybe it’s the company.”
“How so?” Asher asks after a drink.
“Well, my mother cooks but the tension when I eat dinner with them just sours everything I put in my mouth.” Another mouthful and the creamy, tangy sauce coats my tongue. It’s so good, I never want to stop eating.
“Family dinners are the worst,” Asher agrees, and we begin to eat. The meal is quiet and easy with small talk darting around. They discuss the cabin and how nice it is, how beautiful the mountain is, and how surprisingly warm it is. All the while, they sneak me looks to check on how I’m doing. I keep a smile on my face and eat like everything is normal.
But I’m burning up on the inside. Being denied my orgasm was bad enough, but the constant featherlight stimulation from the toy inside me is just enough to keep the pleasurable ache on the edges of my mind. I want to wriggle in my seat to try and see if I can get a stronger touch from the toy, but I’m not ready to give Finn the satisfaction yet.
He watches me with dark eyes, scarcely moving his attention from me, and that in itself is hot. I eat slowly, pacing myself the best I can. My pussy throbs, a constant pulsing sensation that I can’t reach. I want to touch myself. To stroke my fingers through my pussy, caress my body and tweak my nipples. Anything sharp enough to drive me quickly to the edge I was denied.
Suddenly, the toy ramps up to a thousand and I scream, slamming my hands on the table. The rapid onslaught of vibrations sends my pleasure skyrocketing and I forget that we’re at dinner. Pressing my thighs firmly together, I rock down onto the chair, moaning without care. I’m so close again, so close to climax that nothing else matters.
I barely hear the noises of approval or the soft laughter from the others. All that matters is pleasure and I’m so close, so fucking close to?—
As suddenly as it started, the vibrations fall so low that I can barely even feel them anymore. My pussy tingles all over with phantom sensation and despite how I focus my mind on my orgasm, it fades away once again.
Keeping my palms flat on the table, I lift my gaze to Finn’s adorably smug face. “You’re an asshole.”
“At dinner, Emma? Really?” Finn tsks softly behind his teeth and stabs his last few pieces of pasta onto his fork. “How rude.”
I narrow my eyes to a glare, then eye the small pink remote in his hand.
“Don’t be cruel,” Asher pipes up, then he holds out his hand to me. “Come on, let me take care of you.”
My meal is instantly forgotten and I rise onto shaky legs. Our fingers meet and Asher pulls me swiftly into his lap with one arm secure around my waist. His lips land on the side of my neck and he kisses me softly while his other hand slides under my dress. I track the graze of his nails in my mind’s eye as he caresses up my inner thigh toward my pussy. My legs part easily and the first contact of his hand against my heated flesh is utter bliss.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
“Oh my,” Asher murmurs. “You’re absolutely soaked . Finn, you’re teasing this poor girl to mindlessness.”
“And?” Finn remarks. “I see no downside.”
“Mm, indeed.” Asher kisses up to my ear, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. With practiced movements, Asher’s fingers stroke through my folds in a slow rhythm. Back and forth he moves, stroking from where Finn’s toy is buried in my pussy, right up to just shy of my clit. Each time I think he’s finally going to touch me there, he strokes back down. My pleasure-addled mind struggles to follow, and it’s not until he grabs a handful of my breast and pinches my nipple that I realize it.
He’s not helping me at all.
He’s making it worse. His touch is featherlight, never enough pressure and never in the right place, no matter how I tilt my hips or whimper and moan. He teases around my clit, but never touches my aching nub. He strokes my pussy, cups my heat and twists my nipples but it’s never more than a tease. All the while, Finn’s toy buzzes away so softly inside me, keeping my orgasm just out of reach.
“Fuck,” I whimper and warmth stings in my eyes. “Please. Please let me come, please. I’m so close. I’m so close!”
All through dinner I was close, and now this is torture. Asher doesn’t allow me to, though. He nuzzles my neck and kisses me sweetly while maintaining more small talk with Finn and Caspian. His fingers never pause, but they’re not helping either.
“Come here,” Caspian speaks up suddenly. “You two need a lesson in how to treat a woman.”
He holds out his hand and while I suspect this is another part of the game, I slide from Asher’s lap when he releases me and hop into Caspian’s.
He’s on me immediately with a deep kiss and when he shoves his hand between my legs, his fingertips immediately graze over my clit. Color bursts behind my eyelids and I clutch at his arm around my middle while rocking into his fast fingers.
“Oh my God, yes, Caspian, yes!” His touch is firm and rapid over my clit, pulling me rapidly closer and closer to orgasm. My heart pounds, sweat breaks out across my skin in a rapid, hot flush, and my entire body lights up like his fingers are the touch of Zeus.
And then … he stops.
“No!” I whine loudly, thrusting my hips forward into his fingers but to no avail. The strong, rapid fingers are replaced by a featherlight touch over my clit. And only my clit. It’s somehow even more torturous than what Asher was doing. Caspian plays me like I’m some kind of musical instrument, much to Finn and Asher’s amusement.
“How close are you?” Finn asks. “Do you think you would come if I leaned down there and kissed your pretty pussy?”
“Yes,” I whimper and my head falls back onto Caspian’s broad shoulder. “Please, I’m so close. I just need—I need…”
“What do you need?” Asher purrs. Everyone has abandoned the meal and they stare at me like I’m the dessert.
I hope I’m the dessert.
Tears of frustration and denial warm my eyes and lightly bead my lashes. I’m drawn tight like an overly taut bow string, and restlessness bursts through my limbs.
“Aren’t you just the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Caspian breathes in my ear, sending my heart fluttering through my chest.
“You know what?” I gasp out as an idea suddenly bursts into my mind. “I’ll do it myself.”
I slide from Caspian’s lap but only make it a few steps before Finn scoops me right up into his arms. A squeal of laughter escapes me and before I can blink, I’m flat on the coffee table on the lounge with all three of them around me. Caspian is near my head and he devours my mouth in a deep kiss. A set of hands pulls my dress down, exposing my breasts, while another set strokes up my legs and lightly spanks the inside of my left thigh.
A yelp draws me out of Caspian’s kiss and then I’m face-to-face with Finn, who pecks my lips.
“Alright darling, here’s the deal. If you manage to hold out through our orgasms then we’ll let you come, and you won’t stop coming all weekend. And if you fail, then you won’t be coming until we decide. Could be days. Could be weeks. Months .”
“No,” I whimper, cupping his face and stoking my thumb across his fuzzy jaw. “I can last. I can last!”
My determined last words had no idea what was in store for me.
At first it was easy.
Caspian’s thick, long cock presses past my lips and slid deep into my throat like we were made for one another. I close my eyes and focus on hollowing my cheeks, flattening my tongue, and suckling hard, determined to show him a good time. His balls brush against my nose on each shallow thrust down my throat and our fingers intertwine, like a grounding touch.
But then a hot, eager mouth seals around my left nipple and sucks hard. Teeth graze and a tongue dances over my stiffened nipple, then it moves to the other. At the same time, another mouth presses up against my pussy and when that tongue drags through my tight, aching core, I very nearly come apart there and then.
Of course that’s the game.
What assholes.
And yet it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever done.
It becomes a battle of wits. While Caspian fucks my throat, Asher and Finn do everything they can to bring me to orgasm with light touches, kisses, and more. I battle back and forth in my mind between giving in to the delicious pleasure and holding out to show that I can.
It doesn’t stop when Caspian orgasms down my throat and keeps his cock buried deep in my mouth for a few long seconds, denying me air. When he pulls free, the rush of air and Finn’s tongue nearly tip me over the edge, and it takes all my control to hold back. They switch places and Caspian’s longer hair tickles my breast as he takes over teasing my nipples. Asher moves between my legs and Finn stands over me, his cock ready.
“Think you can last?” he smirks.
I glare up at him and stubbornly open my mouth. Finn’s cock is longer than Caspian’s but slimmer. He slides deep and the stretch of my jaw doesn’t ache as much. Then the game starts again. Finn’s thrusts are shallower and much more controlled than Caspian’s were. That’s what I try to focus on as my body becomes a playground for Asher and Caspian’s mouth and fingers. They touch and tease me everywhere, all while I try to focus on sucking cock.
Finn comes quickly and then it’s Asher’s turn. His cock is the thickest and I choke loudly as he thrusts deep into my throat. The taste of their come mingles together on the back of my tongue but it’s an afterthought now because Finn changes tactics.
Asher thrusts deep, and then Finn and Caspian both press between my legs to eat me out. The toy gets turned up and suddenly, my body is on fire. Sweat slicks my skin, my heart pounds desperately in my ears, and I fight with all my control to keep my orgasm at bay. It’s impossible now to focus on my mouth so I let Asher fuck my throat with all his vigor.
Please don’t come , I scold myself over and over. My hands move to clutch at my breasts and I pinch my nipples, hoping that the pain might pull my orgasm back from the brink. It has the surprising opposite effect, and I moan hungrily around Asher’s cock. That’s enough to bring him over the edge and by the time I drink him down and he pulls free, I’m panting desperately.
“Please!” I cry out as Finn and Caspian’s tongues fight for dominance. “Please l-let me, please…”
“Alright,” comes Finn’s voice somewhere below me. “Come for us, there’s a good girl.”
I finally let go and my climax hits with the force of a bus. For a few long seconds, I’m suspended and unable to breathe, think or move as my pussy pulses and ripples around the greedy toy inside me.
It’s the most intense orgasm of my life, and my body goes weak. My mind is blank.
Holy fucking shit.
“Good girl,” comes their combined voices.
They remain as attentive as always and we end up tangled together in front of the fireplace. Finn gives me water, Caspian massages my back, and Asher does a delicate job of cleaning up all my juices with his tongue.
Then we cuddle together in a nest with me in the middle, watching the roaring flames by the fire.
This … is bliss.