46. Kiera
KIERA
She ran a hand roughly down my side, my shirt already straining under her touch. Though Leo painted it as a win-win, I had a feeling that I was the one who’d pay for Spencer’s crimes.
That hunch only increased as Leo gripped the cuff’s chain and bent me over the dresser, pressing my face flat to the wood. My hips slammed the drawer shut as she towered behind me, and I could already feel her strap straining against her pants.
Spencer groaned at the sight. “What, we’re not allowed to make jokes anymore? That’s no fair.”
I didn’t need to see Leo to feel her glare over her shoulder at Spencer. “What are you going to do about it?”
The ragged tone in her voice told me that we’d unleashed the monster she’d been back in the woods, and I wasn’t sure whether to be fearful or excited. It would take a bloody fight to get Leo off of me when she was like this, and my stomach clenched at the idea of Spencer stubbornly challenging her.
But instead, Spencer laughed. “Your bravado doesn’t scare me, Leo. And unlike you, I don’t need to use force. Our little captive knows what she likes, and she knows exactly where to find it.”
“Oh, she knows what she likes,” Leo growled, tightening her single-handed grip on the chain while her free hand clasped the neckline of my shirt, ripping until a sharp tear split the room.
“I liked that shirt!” I whined.
But she didn’t stop, reaching for my pants with a growl. “I’ll buy you another one.”
She ripped and ripped until I was completely naked. No clothes, no underwear. She didn’t want a single layer of fabric to keep her from her prize.
And if the air chilling my bare skin hadn’t already raised goosebumps along my spine, the sound of her belt unbuckling would have done it.
“Kiera, baby, look at you…” she cooed. “You’re shivering. Need Daddy to warm you up?”
I didn’t have a chance to answer before the tip of her cock was pressed to my folds, sliding from my clit up to my entrance with ache-inducing pressure. I gasped as she slid it back down to my clit, whining as my back arched beneath her.
“Jesus, Princess, you’re already soaked for me. Do you hear that?”
She slid the strap back up to my center. And obediently, my slickness announced her arrival, growing louder as her head teased my entrance.
“Fuck,” I exhaled. But before I could pull the air back into my lungs, she plunged into me, keeping me breathless as her cock filled me.
“Fu–UCK,” I moaned as she filled me again and again.
From the corner of my eye, I could see movement on the bed. Spencer had pulled off her pants, revealing a strap of her own. One that she was stroking while she eyed me hungrily, winking as she caught my eye.
“Good girl, Bunny,” she purred. “Let Leo have her fun, and then I’ll let you have yours as long as you’d like.”
“You think she’s not already having fun?” Leo challenged, sinking the length of herself inside of me to draw out another whimper. “Beating you will be even easier than I thought.”
But while Leo took me ruthlessly from behind, Spencer acted completely unbothered on the bed, clicking on a vibrator at the base of her strap and using the dildo to press it against herself.
I knew exactly what she was doing — spiting Leo’s punishment, hoping indifference would get under her skin. And it was working.
Leo loosened her grip on my cuffs, shifting her hands to my hips instead as she pulled me against her. “You’re such a dick,” she muttered to Spencer. But as her eyes shifted away from my hands, a wild idea crossed my mind.
I wonder if I still could…
It was a party trick I’d taught myself as a kid — one I hadn’t tried in years on account of the aching that followed. But pissing off Leo would be so much fun.
Fuck it.
I gripped at the base of my left thumb with my right hand, just above the wrist. Then timing between her thrusts, I yanked down toward my tailbone, gripping tight until the joint released with a soft pop.
Still got it.
With my thumb dislocated, I was able to use my other fingers to hold it tight to my palm — tight enough that I could slip my hand through the narrow cuff on my wrist.
And somehow, Leo was still caught up in her dick measuring contest with Spencer. One that was about to be wildly complicated, if I got my way.
Once I was out of the cuff, I did my best to pop the joint back in without dropping the cuff. The pink fuzz lining the edges helped to obscure my hands enough that Leo would assume I was still trapped until—
“I want to see your pretty face,” she grumbled, digging her fingers into my hips as she spun me around.
But rather than giving in to her direction, I let my body drop, using the shock of the moment and the fact that she thought I was still cuffed to slip between her legs and escape across the bedroom.
“What the—?”
But before she could process what was happening I was already gone, hopping up onto the bed and right into Spencer’s lap.
“Hello, gorgeous,” she smirked, sliding into me with no need for an invitation.
“Oh, god,” I moaned. The usual excitement of riding Spencer was only heightened by knowing how irritated it would make my bailiff.
But as she puzzled together what I’d done, it wasn’t just sexual frustration that came out in her voice. “Kiera, are you kidding me?”
“Don’t be a sore loser,” Spencer laughed. “I told you she’d come back to me.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about, dickhead. She just dislocated her thumb. Do you know how bad that is?”
“It’s fine,” I giggled, struck by the absurdity of having this conversation with Spencer eight-inches inside of me. “I used to do it all the time.”
Her face paled as the doctor in her kicked into full gear. “That does not make it okay. That makes it so much worse. You could really injure yourself.”
But it was hard to take the medical advice seriously when Spencer had just lowered her fingers to my clit, massaging me each time I bounced on her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck,” I groaned, grinding my hips harder against her touch.
And as quickly as the doctor in her had broken through, the beast re-emerged with a vengeance.
She strode across the room, throwing Spencer’s fold pile to the ground without a second glance. The mattress cried out from the pressure as she crossed across the bed to kneel behind me.
I turned to look at her over my shoulder, but she was faster than me, tangling a fist in my hair and pulling my head back against her chest.
“Is this what it takes for you to listen to me? You need me to be a brute?”
“N—” the word died in my throat as she clenched her fist tighter, nearly pulling me off of Spencer.
“How about this: if you want pain, I’ll be the one to give it to you.” The threat was punctuated by a sharp slap. Stinging pain rang through my ass where her bare palm had marked me.
“Ouch!” I hissed. But I was quickly distracted from the pain by Spencer leaning in closer, trailing her tongue up my exposed chest.
“Don’t pay attention to Leo. It’ll only encourage her tantrum,” Spencer cooed, pulling my right nipple between her soft lips.
“Oh, god,” I groaned, letting my head rest on Leo’s shoulder as my back arched for Spencer. Before I could surrender to the ecstasy, though, a sharp ache surged through my left breast: Leo squeezing my hardened nipple between two strong fingers.
They went on like that, matching each other touch for touch.
Each soft caress from Spencer was met with a rough scratch from Leo.
Where Spencer kissed my neck, Leo bit into my shoulder hard enough to bruise.
And as Spencer worked her fingers between my thighs, using my own excitement to massage my clit, Leo sunk two fingers into my ass, pressing up to the third knuckle before spreading her fingers to stretch me.
“Oh fuck!” I gasped, alarmed by the increase in pressure. It didn’t hurt, and it wasn’t like I was a stranger to anal penetration, but I’d never taken her quite like this. And knowing that Leo was playing the role of torturer added a different element of fear to the equation.
“God, you do look so pretty when you’re scared, Bunny. I see why she likes to play with you so rough.”
The terror in my heart spiked again as I thought she might join in on my punishment, but thankfully her touch remained gentle — if only to prove her point to Leo.
Spencer brushed the hair from my face and cupped my cheek, looking deep into my eyes as her fingers flicked over my bud again.
“Come for me, Kiera. Show her how much you love riding me.”
“Fuck, I do, I really do.” I took a deep breath, biting my lip as I focused on the electric sensation of Spencer beneath me.
But Leo didn’t make that easy. Just as Spencer was hitting a perfect cadence on my clit, Leo shoved her spare hand between us, pinching the bundle of nerves instead.
“Don’t lie to her, Princess. We all know you get off on the suffering. You love it when I use you, don’t you?”
I whined as I threw my head back against her shoulder, as she replaced her fingers in my rear with her massive strap. While my center adjusted achingly to the fullness she provided, my skin prickled with goosebumps from the feeling of her laughter rumbling out of her chest and through mine.
The truth of the matter was that it wasn’t any one thing that made me come. It was both of them, my two lovers, my two angels, working together to create the perfect harmony of pleasure and pain.
I threw my head back as I submitted to their whims, letting my fingers dig into Spencer’s shoulders while they filled me with alternating thrusts.
“Oh fuck, I’m so close!” I cried, my thighs clenching tight around Spencer.
“Nuh-uh,” Leo chuckled, using her free hand to pin one of my thighs open while Spencer held open the other. “Those legs don’t close until we finish with your pretty little pussy.”
“God, Kiera, please,” Spencer groaned. “I want you to soak my cock, I want you to finish all over it.”
“Oh fuck, oh please!”
“Submit to it, baby.” Leo growled. “Submit to the pleasure.”
The second the command left her lips, my body had no choice. Something deep in my gut released, unleashing alternating waves of sharp pleasure and sweet pain through my every nerve ending.
My lovers weren’t long behind me, Spencer quaking against her vibrator while Leo pulsed against the textured base of her dildo, thrusting into me over and over until she created her own climax.
And then, as quickly as the orgasms had ravaged us, my body gave in. I slumped forward against Spencer, giving Leo the room to pull out of me as Spencer did the same.
“What a good girl you are, Bunny.” While Leo flopped onto the mattress beside us, Spencer held me in her arms as she rolled onto her side, laying me right between herself and Leo.
“God, you’re perfect, Princess.” Leo grumbled, wrapping her arms tight around me as Spencer kissed my forehead.
“You…” I managed blearily, melting into the affections of my two lovers.
The room was certainly messier than we’d found it. But as I drifted to sleep, I was struck by the thought that there was a sort of beauty in the chaos.