Chapter Eight
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Alessia
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Without severing his kiss, Jasper carries me to the bed. As he lays me down, his lips travel from my mouth to my jaw to the side of my neck, tasting me with his tongue.
I arch my back when he goes lower to my stomach, then to my mons, then lower still.
Oh.
My first instinct is to close my legs tightly. It's too intimate, too raw. My entire pussy will be on display for him. He could look right inside me from this angle.
My cheeks burn so hot I scorch my fingers when I rub my hands over my face. I can't...
But my legs won't close.
Layton and Garrison keep them spread. Wide. So wide, Jasper's big, strong, muscular body is nestled between them, his breath fluttering against my heated flesh.
My clit seems to growl greedily while my entire pussy spasms as if I'm orgasming from just his nearness. But that's nothing compared to him lowering his mouth to my center, his tongue darting out to taste.
I lose my mind immediately thereafter.
As Jasper sucks on me, then Garrison, and then Layton, everything seems to stand still and spin around me all at once.
They drink from me like men dying of thirst. They suck on my clit as if it's a faucet, then dip their tongues between my folds to lap at the wetness streaming out of me.
Orgasm upon orgasm builds inside me, but I can only release one at a time, when really, I want to explode into a thousand simultaneously.
My quivering body does not relent. Incoherent words spill from my mouth, followed by sobs steeped in dark, salacious delirium.
I'm still heaving from the weight of my release before I notice they're not touching me anymore.
I open my eyes in bewilderment, feeling the cold wave of emptiness, a feeling I never want to get used to.
My gaze follows them as they remove the tiebacks from the curtains, which look like long, silky pieces of rope.
They used their ties to restrain me before, and the thought instantly makes the streaks on my butt start burning anew. My pussy pulses in anticipation of that feeling again.
What are they going to do to me?
Still, the small part of me begging for preservation screams at me to pull back. As they come toward me, their eyes darkened, their hair a mess from when I pulled at them at the height of my climaxes.
Half of their suits discarded, leaving them in their white shirts and black pants, their mouths still glistening from my cum, and carrying the rope-like curtain tiebacks in their hands, they look like sex gods. Dangerous ones.
I scoot away from them on the bed.
My body already squeals with all the ways they're going to make me beg. For the first time, I feel like the virgin I am against these three—three—virile men.
I yelp when they grab an ankle each and drag me down the bed.
I'm too busy quaking on the inside to fight them off, knowing I'm going to die the next time they touch me for real. How could I not, when I know what it feels like now—insanely mind-altering—and my poor, inexperienced brain won't handle it.
But my pussy opens as Layton and Garrison spread my legs and use the lengthy tiebacks to bind my ankles to the posts of the bed.
I cry out when Jasper gathers my wrists, binds them together, and stretches my arms over my head to secure the rope to the intricate headboard.
I'm spread wide, stretched so fully my back is arched.
My nipples are so hard they're doubled in size and nearly crimson. My pussy just flutters repeatedly.
"Fuck," Jasper says as he runs his hand down my body.
"Gorgeous," Garrison says, dragging his thumb over my lip.
"Made for us," Layton says, standing at the foot of the bed, his gaze fixed on my thoroughly exposed pussy.
I gulp in fear and confusion at the sight of the string of pearls dangling from his fingers.
What...
A full-body quiver engulfs me as Layton brushes the string of pearls against my wet pussy.
I cry out. The coldness is shocking at first, but soon the heat from the center between my legs warms up the pearls. Then he takes my clit into his mouth and slips a pearl into my pussy.
I lose my mind and all degrees of thinking thereafter. I'm an enthralled, trembling, incoherent mess.
They take turns on me. Sucking me while they pop another pearl into my pussy. The feeling is sensational but raw, primal, and so filthy all at the same time.
My pussy stretches around the little globes, and when they pull at the string, I shudder and quake, orgasming as a pearl leaves my body. The slightly uneven texture of the pearls offers its own sweet torture against the flesh of my pussy.
They do so repeatedly. Stretching me slowly, making me come with such staggering tenderness, tears seep down the sides of my face into my hair.
I can't help it. The two worlds collide in the center of my being—my pussy, the very place that makes me a woman. When I come apart, I do so in their mouths, their hands on my body, anchoring me as their presence becomes entwined with the pearls and my identity.
I'm sobbing now.
"Please, I need you inside me." The words are a plea. I'm shaking and distressed, and I need them.
“I’m on the pill,” I add frantically. I am. Just as a what if precaution. “And I trust you to tell me if I can trust you.”
"Fuck," Layton says. He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants as Garrison and Jasper untie me.
“We’re clean,” Garrison offers and I nod gratefully.
My back curves deeply as Jasper pulls the pearls from me, and then, suddenly, Layton towers over me, his cock slipping into me.
I cling to him as if he's my lifeline, forcing him to go deeper where I can feel him become a complete part of my body.
"Open your eyes, Alessia," he says. A frown crosses his face as he cups my cheek. Then he softens his gaze as he deepens his cock inside me.
The pain is blinding. Oh god. He's too big. I can't...
But then my body takes over and lets him in, and suddenly nothing else matters.
He withdraws slowly, but Garrison is there to take his place. I cling to him the same way I did to Layton. And Garrison holds me the same way, the same look that Layton gave me on his face as well. When Garrison slips out of me, Jasper mirrors the two of them flawlessly.
They take turns spreading me wider, opening me deeper. They share my virginity between them, and then they take possession of my body, emptying themselves inside me and forcing me to reward them by coming onto their cocks.
They take me fully and completely. Leaving me a slave to their touch.
"Ours." That's what Layton, Garrison, and Jasper said when I cried out their names.
When reality starts to flicker, I push it aside, but it refuses to stay quiet.
Crap. Crap. Crap.
What the actual fuck have I done? Oh, I'll tell myself what I've done. I've ruined my only connection to the pearls. And for what?
It's not like they're going to marry now because I have a magical vagina.
Oh god, Alessia.
They're going to discard you. Not only that, but they’re also going to fire you from pretending to clean their house.
But the instant I start panicking and attempt to make an escape, they drag me into their arms and order me to sleep.
Fine.
Twenty minutes. That's it.
Did I forget what twenty minutes actually cost me before?
Okay, ten minutes. And now I'm going to have to steal the pearls after all, and basically, it's their fault because I couldn't keep my hands off them from the moment they first touched me.
It's all their fault.
Ten minutes. And I'll have to skip the country. Again.