Chapter 36 #2
Damn it, he’s tying me up. And what does he mean, let me cum? That shouldn’t even be up for debate. I deserve that orgasm, dammit!
What is with this edging bullshit? We’re going to have to have a chat about that, because we’re not making that a habit.
I stare up at Jasper as Wesley binds my wrists.
Only, he doesn’t stop with my wrists. My heart starts to race as I feel rope tightening around my arms, higher and higher until it stops just below my shoulders.
When Wesley is done and takes a step back, I try to move my arms, but have no luck.
“Try fighting back now,” Jasper growls, crouching down. He cocks his head to the side, his forearms resting on his thighs as he lets his inked hands dangle between his knees. “Go on,” Jasper says. “Get up and run.”
I don’t move, there's no point. I can’t move with my arms bound like this. And I don’t want to run anymore. I want to see what they do next, how they plan on using me like they said they would.
I just stare up at him through my lashes, my breathing coming in quick, heavy pants.
“That’s right, you’re not going to. Because you want this, don’t you?
” He reaches down, pulling my dress up. I suck in a gasp when he slides his fingers between my legs.
“No panties?” he growls. “You were hoping you’d get fucked tonight, weren’t you? ”
“Maybe,” I whisper, the word thick with arousal. Can they blame me? It’s like now that I’ve gotten a taste for them, I can’t get enough.
I bite my lip, whimpering when he thrusts two fingers inside me. “She’s dripping, boys. Our dirty little whore is needy for our cocks. You’re such a cock slut, Lotus Flower. So fucking desperate to get it any chance you get.”
“Please,” I mewl.
My clit pulses with need, hips rolling in search of friction from the heel of his hand as he slowly moves his fingers in and out of me, creating a tightness that starts to build deep in my belly.
“Please, what?” he asks.
“Fuck me.” I sound like the whore they said I am. They’re not lying. I’m a whore for them, their little slut.
Jasper lets out a laugh, and normally, I’d bask in his laugh because they’re so rare. However, this one isn’t filled with joy or humor. It’s cruel, and I know, I just fucking know, they’re going to make me pay for what I did to them.
“No.” Jasper grips my chin. “I don’t think we will. Not tonight, little toy.”
I let out a cry of protest as Jasper pulls his fingers free from my aching pussy and gets to his feet.
“But don’t worry,” Sylas says, stepping forward. I watch, my mouthwatering as he works his cock free from his dress pants. “You’re still going to get our cocks.”
He wraps his hand around his shaft, giving it a few strokes, coaxing a delicious groan from his lips.
The sound of a zipper grabs my attention. I turn to watch Wesley as he does the same.
I lick my lips at the sight of his thick, hard, pierced cock, wishing more than anything that I could feel those piercings gliding against my inner walls, knowing just how amazing they feel deep inside me.
Jasper is next. I watch with bated breath as he takes his time, slowly lowering his zipper, then shoving his pants down just enough to free his cock.
“Look at her,” Jasper growls in a low, husky voice. “She’s eyeing our cocks like a hungry little cock slut.”
Yes. Yes, I fucking am.
Wesley grabs a handful of my hair, making me yelp as it catches me by surprise. He yanks my head to the side, angling my face so that I’m forced to look up at him.
I suck in a breath, looking up at him with heavy breaths.
“Sadly for your needy little cunt, our cocks won’t be going anywhere near it tonight.” Wesley chuckles when I whimper, then he turns my head towards Jasper. “Now, be a good girl and kiss his cock better.”
Jasper leans down, gripping my face. He presses his fingers into my cheeks, forcing my mouth open. “Good little whore,” he growls, guiding his cock to my open mouth. “Now choke on my fucking cock,” he demands, thrusting all the way down my throat.
I do as I’m told, I can’t help it. He’s so fucking big.
Jasper lets out a growl of pleasure as I’m forced to swallow around his length.
Tears sting the back of my eyes, spilling free when I blink. My jaw aches as I try to accommodate his size.
Wesley starts to control my movements, helping me bob on Jasper’s cock..
“That’s it,” Sylas croons. “Take his cock, suck it like a good girl. Make a fucking mess, Lola Girl.”
I gasp for air when my head is yanked back, Jasper’s tip teasing my bottom lip before Wesley is shoving me forward again, forcing me to take Jasper all the way.
This time, he holds me there, making me gag.
My throat contracts around Jasper's cock, and I struggle to breathe through my nose as I feel drool dripping down my chin.
They use me like a toy, like my only purpose in this moment is for them to get off.
They’re rough and cruel, and it’s turning me on so much I feel myself dripping over my clenched thighs.
I love this. I love it when they use me like this. Every degrading word is a jolt to the clit.
There’s no hate in their eyes, just pure admiration, and it’s making me all kinds of hot and bothered.
Sylas crouches down, reaching up to brush the tears from the corner of my eyes. “Look at you,” he whispers. “You look so pretty when you cry, Butterfly,” he praises. “With makeup running down your face, you’re a fucking mess. Our mess. Only we get your tears, understand?”
I try to nod, mumbling around Jasper’s cock.
Wesley yanks my head back, and I gasp for air, coughing a little bit.
Jasper lets go of my face, wrapping his hand around his cock. He strokes it firm and slow.
“You owe us an apology,” Jasper demands. “Then we’ll let you cum.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“Sorry for what?” Wesley asks, yanking my head to the side so I’m forced to look up at him. “For being a needy little cum slut who can’t help but grow wet at the thought of being used like a sex toy?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“You’re not sorry,” Sylas chuckles. “You’re fucking proud of it, aren’t you, Lola Girl? You love getting off on sick and twisted things. Tell me, how many times have you touched that needy little pussy as you watched us take a life?”
I lick my lips, my head buzzing. I don’t know the number off the top of my head. “A lot.” I moan when Jasper slaps me across the face with his dick.
“You’re a sick little bitch,” Wesley laughs. “So fucked up in the head.”
“Beg me,” Jasper demands. “Beg me for what you want.”
“Please,” I do as Jasper wants without an ounce of shame. “Please, let me cum. I don’t care how or with what. I just need to cum.”
A low rumbling growl rattles in his chest, making my core clench with need.
He steps forward, sliding his foot between my legs until my pussy is settled right over his shoe. The pressure against my clit has me lighting up like a fucking Christmas tree. I moan like a slut, rocking my hips, rubbing my pussy against it.
“Then work for it,” he commands me. “Grind that messy cunt against my shoe and make yourself cum like the desperate little slut you are.”
Wesley shoves my head back down, forcing me to take Jasper’s cock again, then lets go of me, letting me take over to do the work.
This is so fucked up, and why do I love it so much?
Slowly, I start to bob my head up and down on his cock, hollowing out my cheeks as I suck, working my tongue over his shaft, and swirling around the tip before taking him all the way down my throat and swallowing around his shaft.
I watch him, and the way his chest heaves with every bob of my head. His nostrils flare as he stares down at me like he wants to destroy me.
Fucked up thing is, I’d let him.
Watching Jasper being so affected by my mouth has me rolling my hips, needing some relief. The pressure against my clit sends a jolt of pleasure through me, making me moan around his length.
“So fucking sexy,” Sylas grunts, and I can hear the sound of his hand working his cock over.
I feel delirious, so drunk on the high of this moment.
With every shift of my hips, the pleasure inside me spikes, growing more intense, to the point that I’m full on riding his foot. My pussy glides across it with ease, so turned on by all of this that I’m soaked.
“You can hear how wet she is,” Wesley groans. “She’s soaking your shoe, Jasper, making a mess of it.”
“You don’t have any shame, do you? Do you hear that? Do you hear how wet you are?” he grunts, thrusting his hips forward.
I moan around his shaft, sucking harder, moving faster until I’m frantically rutting against his foot.
The sounds of my wet cunt and the sloppy blowjob I’m giving are all I can hear as I work myself towards the orgasm that’s just out of reach.
My eyes flick to the side, watching Sylas beside Jasper jerking himself, getting off at the sight of me on my knees, degrading myself for them, while Wesley is on Jasper’s other side, doing the same.
Three powerful men stand over me while I’m on my knees, taking the scraps they are willing to give me.
I pull off Jasper and try to reach for Sylas’ cock, but I’m met with a slap across the face. “You’re not fucking done,” Jasper snaps, gripping my hair and bringing my mouth back to his cock.
My face stings and my head throbs, but it only adds to the overwhelming amount of sensations coursing through me.
Closing my eyes, I focus on my orgasm while I do my best to continue sucking Jasper’s cock. I’m getting my release if it’s the last thing I do.
Every little demeaning thing pushes me closer and closer to my release.
Every thrust of my hips grinds my clit, and it sets every cell in me on fire.
I feel my orgasm building to the point I feel like I can’t breath and my movements start to grow choppy, more urgent. I’m right there, right fucking there.
“It would be a shame if I told you to stop,” Jasper chuckles, making me sob out in frustration around his cock. I try to move faster, chasing that release like it’s the air I need to fucking breathe, afraid he just might do what he’s threatened. If he did, I think I might die.