Chapter 34 #2
His weight left the bed again, the sound of the door closing behind me filling the quiet room.
Three down. One to go.
Several minutes went by before the door opened and closed again, and I readied myself for Sinclair.
“Holy fuck,” were the first muttered words out of his mouth.
I smiled at the sound. Normally he was more controlled than that, but the idea that the sight of me strung up and dripping had him losing his control made my insides sing.
The room was silent for a long time, the anticipation slowly eating away at me.
“Are you going to fuck me?”
There was no reply.
The sound of leather filled the room, the restraint at my right wrist loosening.
“What are you…”
The words died in my mouth when the same happened to my left wrist, my arms suddenly freed. I didn’t have time to bring them down before they were quickly reattached together directly above my head.
“What are you doing?” I breathed.
My legs were still stretched wide, both arms now restrained together above me.
Sinclair’s voice was low and commanding. “Getting you into my favorite position so I can fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
I shivered at the promise in his words. If I thought Boston had fucked me hard, Sinclair was ready to deliver even harder. The restraints at each ankle loosened one after the other, and I frowned in confusion.
“Why are you…”
My words cut off when Sinclair gripped my ankles and flipped me over in one swift movement so I was face down on the bed. The restraints at my wrists twisted together, keeping my arms tied above me.
“Sinclair!”
He didn’t respond, reattaching the restraints at my ankles to the bed so I was strung out like a starfish once more, only on my stomach now.
The shuffling of fabric sounded for a moment, then the mattress dipped. Sinclair’s warm body weight stretched over my back.
“Get ready, Princess,” he murmured against my ear, then he was gone, sliding back down the bed.
His fingers slid over my ass and down to my core, sliding over my already pulsing clit.
“I’m taking more from you than the others. You’re not leaving here until you’ve given me at least two orgasms.”
I groaned into the mattress, my body both spent from the games I’d already played with the others and desperate to give him what he wanted right this instant.
He pushed a finger inside me, and I let out a breathy sigh, relishing the feel of him. He toyed with me, relentlessly sliding in and out, his thumb gliding over my clit until I was panting with need.
He leaned down to murmur in my ear. “Are you going to come, Princess?”
“Yes!”
His fingers were gone in an instant, and I let out an exasperated cry. He hands closed over my hips, and he yanked my ass into the air, the restraints pulling tighter than they had yet. He slammed into me from behind, his dick piercing heightening every sensation, and I moaned his name.
“You come when I say you can,” he murmured, pulling out and slamming into me again.
Unlike Boston, his thrusts were torturously slow and deep.
“You were quite a sight when I came in here, Dempsey.”
I nodded against the mattress, my eyes squeezed shut behind the blindfold at the slow pleasure he was giving me.
“Did you like it, Princess? Being degraded and defiled like that?” He thrust in so hard I would have slid up the bed if the restraints weren’t keeping me in place.
“Yes!” My pussy spasmed around him.
“Fuck!” He gripped my hips harder, slamming into me in a faster rhythm. “You loved being strung up and coated. Look at you, it’s sliding down your legs while your greedy pussy clenches around my cock.”
He slammed into me again, his cock practically a xylophone playing over my ribs he was in so deep.
“You love it as much as I do,” I panted against his onslaught, both of us desperate for each other as our bodies slammed together.
“You’re right, I fucking love seeing my Princess desperate and dripping. It drives me crazy.”
His hand came down on ass cheek making me cry out. “Oh my God, Sin!”
After three orgasms already, my body was like a livewire ready to short circuit.
He spanked me again, and I screamed his name involuntarily. His thrusts grew desperate and rough, his piercings rubbing in all the right places to heighten my pleasure as our bodies slammed together over and over.
An orgasm exploded inside me. I came so hard my eyes squeezed shut, my abs tightening against the blast of pleasure rocketing through me.
“Fucking hell,” Sin swore, grunting as he thrust into me.
As soon as my orgasm had crested, he pulled out, coating my back with his seed. He smeared his fingers through it, his forefinger finding my pussy, his thumb pressing into my ass.
“No, no more,” I panted, my forehead dropping to the mattress, my ass still in the air.
My body was spent and trembling, and my limbs were like jelly yet still pulled taut in the restraints. I had no idea how much longer my knees would hold me up before they buckled.
Sin’s fingers closed over my hip, his fingers pressing inside my holes.
“You can take it, I know you want another one.”
I shook my head. “I can’t…”
My words died off on the moan that escaped my body, as Sin played me like his own personal instrument. My core tightened in an instant at the feel of his fingers inside me, the pressure in my ass.
“Sinclair, I need…”
I could hear the smirk to his tone. “You need more, don’t you, Princess?”
I bit my lip, nodding against the mattress. “Yes… more… give me…”
Too breathless to form full sentences, my body shifted back on autopilot to take more of his fingers.
“That’s it, Princess, take it all like a good fucking girl.”
His fingers rocked inside me, alternating in my holes and I squeezed my eyes shut against the sensation.
“You’ll take whatever I give you, right Dempsey?”
I nodded.
“Say it, baby. I want to hear it.”
I swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”
I could practically hear his smug smile. He thrust into me so hard and fast, just like he had with his cock, that I cried out his name. My fifth orgasm crested inside me, filling me and pushing me over the edge. This one was shorter than the rest, but still just as bright.
My knees gave out and I fell flat to the mattress, Sinclair’s finger sliding from my ass, the other still slowly moving inside me until my body was done.
He removed his fingers, a sucking filling the room.
“Did you just lick your finger?”
His hand caressed my ass cheek, giving it another light slap. “You taste delicious, Princess.”
He moved around the side of the bed, removing the restraints still tethering me.
I couldn’t move though. I was filthy and exhausted, and I’d loved every second of every single thing my four guys had done to me.
“Can we do it again?” I asked, my tone laced with fatigue.
My body betrayed me, my eyes fluttering closed where I laid.
Sinclair let out a small laugh, brushing my hair back from my cheek.
“We can do it again, Princess. Just as soon as we get you cleaned up and you get some sleep.”