31. Kiera
KIERA
My legs were still exhausted from our fuckfest on the plane, but one look at Dom’s dark scowl and adrenaline took over. I burst up from the couch and tried to make a run for it, but the three of them had me surrounded against a wall.
Taking my chances, I bolted to the left, hopping over the couch cushions and praying I could find a bedroom with a lock on the door. But before I could clear the chaise, Leo’s rough hand hooked into my hip, pulling me down onto her lap with a slam.
“Where do you think you’re going, Princess? I want what I won.”
Before I could stammer out a response, she was ripping down my bra, pinching my nipple between two strong fingers until I yelped. But my squeals only egged her on.
“God, what pretty sounds you make.” She cupped my breast with a coarse palm, using her other hand to rip through the clasp and toss the wasted bra aside.
My head fell back into her palm with a gasp as she lowered her lips to my chest, nipping and sucking at my tit with expert cadence. I thought I might melt right there in her lap, when suddenly a hand closed around my ankle and dragged me across the chaise on my back.
When I caught my bearings, Spencer was on all fours, hovering over my pussy with a hungry grin. “What are you still doing in these?”
Her fingers slid under the elastic leg of my panties while her thumb rubbed firm circles into my clit. The reaction was instant — I was still sensitive from her taking me on the plane.
As my back arched against the couch cushions, my mouth opened just enough for Leo to slip her fingers between my lips. “Suck them, pretty girl.”
I did as Leo said, taking her into the back of my throat while Spencer peeled the wet underwear away from my core. “Fuck, you’ve got such a beautiful pussy, Bunny.”
She didn’t wait for my acknowledgement before sliding two fingers inside of me, curling to massage my wall with each thrust. “I can’t believe you tried to deny us this.”
Filled on either end by my gentlest protectors, it was hard to remember why I had tried so hard to win the card game. What was victory if not the ecstasy of their attention?
Then the scrape of metal against the polished concrete floor reminded me exactly what I’d feared. While my angels had been busy distracting and stripping me, my tormentor had stalked across the loft to drag the mirror closer to the poker table.
They’re always fucking teaming up on me.
And while Spencer and Leo were mindful of my soreness even as they stripped me, I knew for a fact Dom wouldn’t be gentle. If anything, she’d use my exhaustion to add a layer to my punishment.
Not too late to run.
Catching Leo and Spence off guard, I swung my legs down from the couch and tried to run before Dom could close the gap between us. But somewhere in the commotion, all of the playing cards had ended up on the floor. And with one sock still on, it was like running through an oil slick.
I hadn’t made it three steps before falling flat on my face.
Shit. Shit!
I tried to push off the ground, but before I could manage it, I was hoisted to my feet by the back of my neck. Dom’s crushing grip pulled at hair and skin alike as she held me up in front of the mirror.
I couldn’t turn my head, but I could see the rage seething from her every pore in the mirror.
Her eyes darkened, and tension rippled through her broad shoulders and ropey arms. Her lip curled into a menacing scowl, and she looked just about ready to bite as the heat of her hiss washed over my neck. “Silly Viper. There’s no escaping me.”
In the mirror, I could see the terror washing over my face and was helpless to stop it. She was an exacting monster. And if she thought that I had stolen something from her, she wasn’t going to stop until I’d paid it back two-fold.
But it wasn’t just my fear that I could see in the mirror. Licking their lips hungrily, my angels hovered over either shoulder of my reflection, waiting desperately to claim their prize.
Dom’s lip curled as she locked eyes with them through the mirror. “You two are too soft with her. Keep spoiling her when what she really needs is a lesson. I’m the only one who keeps our brat in line.”
She pressed down on my neck, slamming me face-down against the coffee table. My knees quickly buckled, my hips resting against the table’s edge, and my pussy on full display for my captors.
Despite her annoyance, she had no problem letting them watch exactly how she’d punish me. I braced myself for her cock, convinced that it would slam into me any moment now. So I was shocked when two fingers entered me instead.
Her base knuckles were pressed firmly to my center as she held herself still inside of me. The longer she held there, the more initial pressure shifted into a stinging ache. I had no choice but to squirm against her, desperate to alleviate the discomfort.
“That desperate to ride it?” She grumbled, her strong fingers rigid as they kept my hips pinned to the table.
“Dom, it hurts,” I whined, hating how pathetic I sounded.
“That’s not how you ask for what you want, Viper.” She pressed harder, sending a jolt of fresh aching through my core. “Use your manners.”
“Please, Dom.”
“Wrong.” She pressed harder, curving her fingertips into the sore spot. “What do you call me?”
“Sir,” I gasped. “Please, Sir, make it stop.”
“That’s more like it,” she hummed, pulling her fingers out slowly before sinking them back in. Each inch of me that she grazed buzzed with electricity, but her movements were achingly slow.
I couldn’t help but thrust my hips backward, trying to speed her along. But she kept me pinned in place with her free hand, pressing firmly into my back as she took her sweet time torturing my center.
Then came the stretching — the sharp pull as Dom spread her fingers inside of me, sucking her teeth as she peered down at my pussy.
“So loose from us taking you two at a time. That would have been too much for most toys. But you must have loved it. Look at how stretched out you still are. You must be ready for more.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, hips lifting in response to the delicious ache her fingers elicited. The thought was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.
She’s right. I do need more.
“Look at how wet you are already,” she purred, pulling her fingers out to examine the way they glistened. Her voice feigned bemusement, but I could see the spark of excitement in her eyes as she brought her soaked fingers around to my mouth. “Clean them.”
I did as she said, eyes rolling back as I sucked every inch of her thick fingers, slipping my tongue between the folds to taste the wells of my own pleasure.
My eyes flickered open to catch Dom’s reflection in front of me, the way her jaw stiffened as she resisted the urge to let her head fall back.
Just when I thought her excitement might be getting the best of her, Dom’s eyes caught mine, a sick grin twisting her lips as she plunged her fingers into the back of my throat.
My throat tightened around them with a slight choking noise. But that wasn’t enough for her. She pulled them out and pressed back in again, deeper, over and over again until I was gagging on her hand.
“Now that’s a pretty sound. I could listen to that all day.”
I whined as she pressed her fingers down my throat again, drawing up acid that burned at the back of my throat.
Panic surged in my chest as I wondered how long she would keep this up for.
But just as I reached my limit, heaving dryly around her fingers, she pulled out and let my head drop against the hard table. “How pathetic. Look at yourself.”
My hazy eyes drifted to the mirror in front of me.
She was right — I was a fucking mess. My hair splayed over my shoulders and my face, barely concealing how fucking spent I was.
Drool pooled on the table beneath my cheek, but I was too exhausted to lift my head from the puddle.
I sucked in deep, desperate breaths, hoping to recover before she could dole out whatever punishment came next.
But Dom knew my body and its limits like no one else. And there wasn’t a shot in hell she’d give me the chance to rally.
Just when my lungs were starting to feel normal, a gasp ripped all of the air away from them; Dom dropped to her knees and plunged her massive strap into my center. “You take it so fucking easy.”
It didn’t feel fucking easy. My pussy was sore from the carnage the three of them had unleashed on the plane, and as Dom sank into me, I could feel myself stretching to my limit.
“Fuck,” I gritted my teeth. But despite the pain, I could feel the excitement dripping down my legs. Something deep in my stomach ached for more, pushing me to spread wider.
In the reflection, Leo and Spencer were no longer just watching.
Leo sat up on the couch with her legs spread wide, hand sinking beneath the packer she’d worn to play with her clit.
Spencer, at her feet, tipped her head back against Leo’s thigh, watching me hungrily as she stroked her own strap, letting its ridged base rub against her folds.
I wasn’t sure what turned them on more — my brattiness, or watching Dom tame me. But the heat of their gazes only made my whimpers more frenzied.
I was getting close to an orgasm even before Dom wrapped her arm around my thigh, massaging my sensitive bud with her tattooed fingers. Looking in the mirror, I imagined Spencer and Leo kissing, fucking one another, never taking their eyes off of me.
But though normally this would have been the perfect storm for my climax, my body was beyond its limit. I’d come so many times on the plane, and despite my desperate craving, I wasn’t sure my body could eek out another.
“I want it, I want it,” I breathed, leaning into Dom’s touch.
But my open desperation only made her pull away. “You’re so fucking needy. Did you forget that this is a punishment?”
Before I could respond, a sharp slap stung right through my core, replacing all of my words with whimpers. Dom’s hand was wet as she gripped my hips.