33. Freya #3
River tugs on the belt and my eyes flicker open. “Don’t give up on me now, darling. We’re just getting started.” That’s all the warning I get before River does what I asked and fucks me like he owns me.
I am nothing but flesh and bones, a body for him to use how he pleases, and the freedom in that is earth-shattering.
I revel in the feeling of him thrusting in and out of me. Then he presses the vibrator against my clit. My eyes flick open. “No.”
River presses harder. “Yes.”
He holds the toy in place until I’m gasping for breath and shifting my hips against each thrust.
“River. I can’t, it’s too much.”
“Hush now. I own you, remember? I get to decide how much this cunt of mine can take.” The vibrations are too strong but River refuses to let up, rolling the egg in devastating circles until I’m screaming his name as his cock jerks inside of me.
His forehead rests against mine, both of us out of breath in ecstasy. “That’s my good girl.” River stamps a kiss to my lips before he pulls out, his seed running down my inner thighs. “Where do you want her, Oz?”
“On the desk.”
Jude’s already cleared a space so he could sit and watch. He stands up as Oz and Eli let go and River carries me over to the desk.
I lie back on the wood and turn my head to watch Oz pick up my discarded panties. He lets them hang off one finger, his hooded gaze clashing with mine. “These are soaked through, Mo Leannan.”
He walks over to me and takes off my shirt so he can trail my wet panties over my chest. “Such a mess.”
“All for you,” I breathe out.
Oz goes still, he takes his eyes off my chest and looks at me in awe. “Jude, take her mouth.” He winks at me. “It’s too dangerous to be left empty, don’t you think?”
With that, he shifts me so my core is lined up with the edge of the desk and he’s standing between my legs.
Jude comes up behind me, tilting my head back. His bad arm is still in a sling so he has to let go as he guides his cock, with its silver piercing, into my mouth. But once my lips are stretched around him he grabs hold of the belt around my neck.
Oz, meanwhile, drags the head of his cock through my folds. “Your cunt is dripping for me, Mo Leannan.”
I moan around Jude’s width and Oz slides into me. The two of them find a rhythm with ease, pumping in and out of me like we were made to fit together. They take me slow but firm, making me feel every stroke as Oz buries himself deep and Jude hits my throat.
I come two more times before they’re done and my eyes are drifting closed as they pull out.
Eli’s hand on my cheek keeps me awake and I press my face into his palm as he bends over. “My turn,” he whispers in my ear.
My chest arches a little as he enters me with a powerful thrust but at this point I can barely move.
Eli traces patterns on my chest with the loose end of the belt.
I flinch, waking up slightly when he whips the tip of the leather against my breast.
“Such a pretty pale canvas.”
The leather hits my nipple and I moan as the pain shoots straight to my core.
“Hey, Riv, you in the mood to share?”
My eyes fly open. “Eli, I can’t,” I pant.
Eli drops the belt and lifts me up. “Shh, yes you can. I’ve got you. Just hold on to me.” He loops my arms around his neck and I slump against his chest, burying my face in the hollow of his shoulder.
“Check the drawer,” Eli mutters.
The drawer slides open and then the snick of a lid flicking open hits my ears. “Remind me to thank Josh again,” River says.
Eli rocks into me and I squirm against him. He runs his hand up and down my back as River’s shadow falls over us.
I clench when his fingers find my rosebud.
Eli tugs the belt on my neck. “Nuh uh, none of that. You’re ours remember? Ours to take, ours to fuck, ours to own .”
I groan into his shoulder as River pushes past my rim, scissoring his fingers. Pain and pleasure twist together like strands of DNA and my eyes roll back in my head. After a while, River’s fingers disappear. He spreads more lube around before replacing his fingers with the tip of his cock.
He takes over holding the belt and tugs my head back against his shoulder as he slams his hips and buries himself inside of me with Eli.
My mouth drops open. I bring my hand up behind me to loop around River’s neck. “So full. So good,” I mumble.
“Good girl, such a good girl for us. We’ve got you.” River murmurs praise in my ear, letting me adjust to their intrusion before the two of them begin to move.
The sensations are too much for my abused body to process and I feel myself drifting in and out of consciousness, unaware of anything accept the pure pleasure they’re overloading my system with.
At some point, Eli’s fingers find their way between my legs and he pinches my clit, hard.
I scream, my body seizing as another climax rips through me.
I don’t remember everything after that, just the vague sense of whispered praise and gentle hands taking care of my body.
I’m exhausted, my body ruined in the best way. Everything hurts but deep down a sense of peace settles into my bones.
The distance, hurt, and anger between the guys and I is utterly and completely shattered. They may have found me days ago, but it finally feels like I have them back.