EPILOGUE #2
“You’ll be begging before we’re done,” Cora’s voice is practically a purr now. “Begging for release, begging for mercy.”
My knees nearly buckle. I press my palm against my cock, applying pressure to ease the throbbing ache. The woods around me seem to spin, reality blurring with fantasy as her words paint vivid pictures in my mind.
I should keep running. I should try to extend this chase, this delicious anticipation. But Cora’s promise of what awaits when they catch me has me frozen in place, torn between flight and surrender.
A hand clamps violently over my mouth as another arm locks around my waist, yanking me backward against a hard chest.
“Got you,” Liam’s voice hisses hot against my ear.
Instinct and desire collide as I thrash against him, my elbow connecting with his ribs. He grunts but doesn’t loosen his grip. I’m not making this easy—I want him to work for it, to prove he’s strong enough to take what I’m offering.
“Fuck, you’re feisty,” he growls, twisting my arm behind my back.
I buck against him, slamming my head backward. He dodges, gripping my throat with one hand while forcing me face-first into a nearby tree. The rough bark scrapes my cheek as he presses the length of his body against mine.
“Fighting?” His teeth scrape my earlobe. “Good. I’ll enjoy breaking you.”
I struggle, feeling his erection grinding against my ass. I’m panting now, sweat trickling down my spine as I fight harder, not because I want to escape but because I need him to overpower me.
Liam kicks my legs apart, forcing me off-balance. In one swift move, he has me on my knees, my chest pressed into the soft forest floor, arms wrenched behind my back.
“Stay down,” he commands, and I feel something against my wrists—leather restraints.
I strain against the bindings, not to break free but to feel their unyielding grip. The helplessness sends a fresh wave of arousal through me so intense that I moan into the dirt.
Footsteps approach from different directions. I turn my head to see Dom and Cora entering the clearing, moonlight highlighting their masks. The sight of them—powerful, predatory, watching me bound and subdued—makes me whimper with need.
“We’ve got our prize,” Dom’s voice cuts through the night, deep and possessive.
Cora circles around, crouching to lift my chin with her finger.
“Look how beautiful he is when he surrenders,” she murmurs, thumb tracing my lower lip as I pant against her touch.
“String him up with the rope to that tree,” Dom orders, pointing to a thick oak a few feet away. His voice carries that unmistakable command that makes my cock throb painfully against my jeans.
Liam hauls me to my feet, his grip firm on my bound arms. I stumble forward, heart racing as they position me with my back against the rough bark.
“Arms up,” Dom instructs, producing a coil of rope from his pack.
I comply without hesitation, raising my arms as high as the leather restraints allow. Dom secures the rope through the D-ring on my cuffs, then loops it over a sturdy branch above. He pulls it taut with a sharp yank that forces me to stand on my tiptoes, arms stretched painfully above my head.
“Not too tight?” he asks.
“No,” I gasp, the strain on my shoulders a delicious ache. “It’s perfect.”
Dom tests the knots one more time before stepping back to admire his work.
“And Cora,” he continues, turning to her, “take his pants off. I want to see how hard he is right now.”
Cora approaches slowly. Her fingers trace up my thighs, feeling the muscles trembling.
“I bet you’ve soaked through your boxers already with precum,” she murmurs, unbuckling my belt.
The metallic sound of my zipper being lowered seems unnaturally loud in the quiet forest. My breath comes in ragged gasps as she hooks her fingers into my waistband and tugs both my jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion.
My cock springs free, achingly hard and already leaking, the cool night air making me hiss through clenched teeth.
“Look how hard he is,” Cora announces. “He’s dripping for us.”
Cora’s eyes lock with mine as she leans forward, her tongue darting out to lick the swollen tip of my cock. The sudden contact sends electricity through my entire body, making me jerk violently against my restraints, the rope creaking above me.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my voice breaking as she pulls back slightly, a string of precum connecting her lips to my throbbing head.
“Look at that precum,” she murmurs, her finger collecting the glistening fluid leaking steadily from my slit. “Shame to waste it.”
My hips thrust forward instinctively, seeking more of her touch, but the ropes hold me firmly in place. I’m completely at their mercy, exactly as I wanted to be.
Dom moves behind Cora, one hand tangling in her hair, guiding her movements. “Suck him like a good girl,” he commands, his voice rough with arousal.
She obeys without hesitation, her warm mouth enveloping me in one smooth movement. I watch in awestruck pleasure as my cock disappears between her lips, sliding deeper until I feel the back of her throat around my sensitive head.
“Holy shit,” I choke out, my head falling back against the tree trunk with a thud.
Liam appears at my side, his fingers trailing up my exposed torso. “Look at you,” he whispers, pinching one of my nipples hard enough to make me gasp. “Completely at our mercy.”
He twists the sensitive bud between his fingers, sending sharp bolts of pleasure-pain down my spine that somehow intensify the wet heat of Cora’s mouth. My body doesn’t know which sensation to focus on, every nerve ending firing at once.
A sudden sharp slap lands across my exposed ass cheek, making me yelp into the night. Dom’s hand connects again, harder this time.
“Count,” he orders, delivering another stinging blow.
“One,” I manage to gasp between Cora’s relentless suction and Liam’s cruel fingers at my chest. “Two.”
Dom’s hand strikes again, the sound echoing through the trees. “Three,” I moan, my cock swelling dangerously as Cora swallows me.
By “fifteen,” I’m on the edge of release, as Cora’s talented mouth drives me to the brink. Every time I approach climax, she pulls back, leaving me gasping and desperate.
“Please,” I beg, arms straining against the ropes. “I need to come.”
Dom grips my hair, forcing me to look at him. “Not yet. We’re just getting started.”
He nods to Liam, who produces a knife, cutting the rope above while keeping my wrists bound. My shoulders scream in relief as my arms come down.
“On your knees,” Dom commands.
I sink down as Liam positions himself on the ground behind me, shedding his pants. I feel his cock, slick with lube, pressing against my entrance.
“Sit on his dick,” Dom orders, his voice rough with desire.
I lower myself slowly with my bound hands on Liam’s chest, onto his thickness, the burn and stretch making me gasp as he fills me completely. Before I can adjust, Cora straddles my lap, facing me.
“Look at me while I ride you,” she whispers, forcing me to rest back further on Liam’s chest to give her the right angle to sit on my cock.
She sinks down in one smooth motion, her wet heat enveloping me so completely I nearly black out from pleasure. With Liam filling me from behind and Cora’s warmth surrounding me, I’m trapped in a perfect prison of pleasure.
Dom steps forward, his cock level with my face. “Open.”
I part my lips eagerly as he slides between them, filling my mouth completely. I’m utterly filled. Liam in my ass, my cock buried in Cora, and Dom thrusting rhythmically past my lips.
They move in perfect synchronization, as if they’ve rehearsed this dance of bodies. I surrender completely, no longer fighting but melting into the overwhelming sensations.
“He’s taking it so well,” Cora moans, grinding down harder.
“Time to see if he can take more,” Dom growls, pulling out of my mouth. “I think our boy needs to feel both of us inside his ass at once.”
My eyes widen, body tensing instantly against Liam. I’ve never taken two cocks before—never even considered it possible. Yet, I guess Cora has taken three.
“I—I don’t—” my voice breaks, fear mingling with a perverse curiosity.
Dom reaches for the backpack he brought and pulls out a small bottle. The clicking sound of the cap opening sends a fresh wave of anticipation through me.
“Hold still,” he commands, squeezing a generous amount of lube onto his palm. He strokes it slowly over his thick length, his eyes never leaving mine as he prepares himself.
My breath comes in shallow pants as I watch him, my body already trembling from the overwhelming sensation of Liam filling me completely while Cora’s wet heat surrounds my cock.
Dom moves behind us, his hand firm on Cora’s hip as he pushes her forward, pressing her more fully against my chest. The shift drives my cock deeper inside her, making both of us gasp. She wraps her arms around my neck, her forehead resting against mine as we share ragged breaths.
“Keep him distracted,” Dom tells her, and she captures my mouth in a deep kiss that makes me momentarily forget what’s coming.
I feel Dom’s slick fingers probing where Liam and I are already joined, stretching me further. The strange pressure makes me whimper against Cora’s lips.
“Relax,” Liam whispers from beneath me, his hands gripping my hips to hold me steady.
I feel the blunt head of Dom’s cock pressing against my already filled entrance. The pressure builds until I think I might tear apart, my body instinctively trying to pull away even as Liam holds me firmly in place.
“Breathe,” Dom orders, pushing forward with slow, relentless pressure.
The stretch is unbearable as my body struggles to accommodate both of them. The burning sensation radiates through my core as Dom breaches me, sliding in alongside Liam’s cock.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my entire body trembling. “Stop—it’s too much. I can’t—”
Tears spring to my eyes as panic rises in my chest. The fullness is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced, teetering on the edge between pleasure and genuine pain.