5. Rosie
rosie
Yes, there was something extremely satisfying about watching Hawk get put in his place, but I didn’t have a moment to savor it as the third orgasm tore through me.
The intensity of it felt like I was at the top of a roller coaster and then tumbling down, flying at a reckless speed that made my stomach flop and my pussy weep.
I barely had a moment to pay attention to the fact that Ash was currently fighting with Hawk’s cock, trying to get it to fit into the cage he held.
My mouth fell open, and I didn't care if I was drooling. I could barely even remember my name.
I shook my head, trying to think clearly. I knew it was an escape room. I knew we were supposed to try and escape.
I knew I was supposed to try to save Greg.
That was all I knew.
Hawk glowered at Ashton, but I didn't have the strength to glare anymore. All I could do was survive the constant vibrations sending me over the edge.
Fuck , it felt good.
My head fell back, sweat, drool, and tears coating my face. I looked up at the ceiling, my head spinning as sparks erupted in my lower belly.
Oh god. I couldn’t keep coming.
“No,” I groaned. “No, no, no.”
My pleas did nothing. I knew it wouldn’tdo anything, and yet I repeated them. There was no fighting the next orgasm, or the next, or the next .
I was at the mercy of the game master.
That sort of helplessness turned me on. Knowing that there was nothing I could do to escape. I had to just let go.
Allow the orgasms take over.
Another moan left me.
Hawk cursed Ashton as he locked the cage around his throbbing cock. But our dominant man only smirked.
He was getting off on torturing us just a little bit. There was no doubt about that.
I sucked in a breath as I watched the two of them. My muscles strained, the ropes rubbing against my skin. I was going to have marks, but I was looking forward to that.
Maybe it was fucked up, but I wanted the reminder of everything I’d done to save my husband.
I wanted to remember exactly how I saved him. A smile tugged across my lips, my chest heaving.
“What happened to sharing?” Hawk snapped at Ash.
Ash only smiled. “Turn and face her.”
Reluctantly, Hawk turned on his knees to face me. His robust chest hair clung to his hard muscles, his cock cupped by the cage they’d manage to get it into. How? I wasn’t even sure. I’d been too busy fighting for my life with this damn vibrator.
“Oh yeah,” he said. “Look at her. Covered in sweat and tears and cum. She's such a fucking mess.”
“She is,” he whispered in agreement.
“I want you to clean up that mess with your tongue.”
My breath hitched. I watched as Hawk’s eyes rolled back on a soft moan. Ashton gave his hair another tug and then shoved him forward.
“Clean her up. We'll see how many orgasms she has in the meantime.”
Fuck me. I was going to be even more of a mess. After squirting, I’d been convinced I couldn’t come again. But that was far from the truth.
I could feel the build up starting all over again—the way my fingers buzzed, my blood rushing into my ears, my breaths labored.
Hawk crawled forward, and shocked me by starting with my ankles.
His beard was rough against my skin. I gasped, writhing against the bondage as if I could escape.
But I knew my place. I knew I wasn't going anywhere. There was no escaping what they’d decided to do to me.
“ Fuck ,” I whimpered.
I forced myself to relax as best as I could. Pleasure skated across my body as he kissed up my leg, his tongue dragging up my inner thigh all the way to my pussy.
The vibrator hummed, the rhythm thumping all the way to my bones.
“Oh god,” he whispered.
His voice was so soft. Submissive, even.
I wasn't used to hearing him like this. Especially after everything the two of them had already done to me today. There was something very special about watching him submit, and I could feel the watchful gaze of our Dom as he continued to lick me.
His tongue dragged up and down my inner thighs, catching every drop. He made his way up to my stomach and planted a soft kiss on my belly, lapping up the cum he’d left there.
I shivered, my nipples hardening between the clips. Pain lashed through me, my breasts aching from the constant tug of the chain. It was the kind of pain that made every orgasm sweeter.
“Good job,” Ash said in a rare moment of praise.
It took both of us by surprise. Hawk glanced up for a moment, and then murmured. “Thank you, Sir.”
He nudged him with his sandals. “Keep licking.”
Hawk immediately went back to cleaning up the mess we’d made. I whimpered as his tongue danced higher, closer and closer to my pussy. His hand closed around the vibrator and he applied more pressure.
A hoarse cry parted my lips, my throat constricting with thirst.
Ash disappeared for a minute. I leaned my head back, searching for him in the room. My attention was quickly drawn back to the way Hawk touched me. The way his rough hands ran up my thighs.
We looked at each other, two moths to a flame.
Was the flame Greg? Ashton? This incredibly insane situation?
I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that as he slid two fingers inside me, and then three—I was going to come again, even if I didn’t want to.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “You look so fucking good, Rosie.”
Ashton reappeared and held a bottle of water to my lips. I felt a flash of surprise. Where had he gotten that? I wasn’t sure I cared, but I was thankful. I sucked it down while holding his gaze, the coolness soothing my throat.
For a moment, his expression warmed. “Better?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Good.”
He capped it then disappeared again. When he returned, his fingers slid along the back of my head and gripped my hair hard. I whimpered, all while Hawk continued to lick and kiss me, his fingers slowly moving in and out.
“You’re going to give me another,” he said harshly.
I shook my head weakly. “I can’t,” I croaked. “There’s no way.”
“You can and you will,” he said. “You’re going to give me another. Your orgasms belong to the game master, don’t they?”
My heart pounded, but I nodded. I wasn’t sure how I could come again. I’d lost count. Hadn’t there already been four? Five? And he was demanding another.
Ash tightened his grip on my hair. A whimper escaped because god…
I really liked having my hair pulled.
And he knew that. Of course he knew that. He narrowed his eyes on me, his lips tugging into a knowing smirk.
“Slutty, slutty, slutty,” he murmured. “Such a slutty girl for us vacation strangers, aren’t you? I saw how you looked at us on the beach.”
“No,” I lied. “I wasn’t looking.”
It was a big lie, too. I absolutely was.
“Your poor husband has no idea.” He sighed. “No idea how you put on a little show for us. The way you spread your sunscreen over your long legs, parting them and almost giving us a glimpse. Such a fucking tease.”
I sucked in a breath, my hips moving in response to Hawk. What was he doing to me?!
“I wasn’t doing that for you,” I rasped.
“Liar.” Ash’s lips curled into a devilish smile. “A slutty little liar.”
Pleasure rippled through me, my toes curling as my muscles started to coil. Between his unhurried ministrations and the steady degradation Ash was giving me, I was a goner.
“That's right,” he said. “You can't fight it. There's no escaping this orgasm. You're tied to a cross with a man on his knees in front of you, cleaning up the mess the two of you made. You aren't going anywhere until I allow you to.”
His words were low, radiating through me as if they were full of fire. I shivered, dragging in another breath as he yanked my head back, and then grabbed a hold of the chain between my nipple clamps.
He gave them a harsh pull. I screamed, the pain going straight to my pussy. I felt numb. But that didn't stop the pleasure that grabbed hold of me and refused to let go.
Between the vibrator, and the things the two of them were doing to me, my body protested, but ultimately gave in to the threat of the climax.
With a loud cry, I arched against the cross, fighting the ropes as another orgasm crashed through me.
My legs were made of water, barely able to hold me up as I came hard enough that my vision dotted.
Hawk thrust his fingers in and out of me, pumping them through the height of the waves.
I gasped, collapsing back against the cross, my body having given every single ounce it could.
He finally released me. In a few swift motions, he pulled the nipple clamps free. I cried out. They always hurt more coming off than going on. Then, he undid the ropes that held the vibrator to my pussy, and turned it off.
The moment I stopped feeling the vibrations through my body, it almost felt like there was something wrong. I'd become so used to the feeling of it, it felt strange to not have that against my pussy anymore.
“Get ready to catch her,” he said to Hawk.
He undid the ropes on my wrists, and I fell forward, straight into Hawk's arms. My head fell against his burly chest, his muscled arms winding around me and cradling me to him.
He lifted me, planting a kiss on my forehead.
“Take her to the bed.”