Chapter Eight
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Coral
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"And we can't allow you promising to kiss every guy who'll bring your ice cream," Samuel says darkly.
"I can kiss whoever I want whenever I want for whatever reason I want," I say saucily, getting up from the chair. I need a nap now.
"You want to say that again, sweetheart?" Masen taunts.
"I can kiss whoever I want whenever I want for whatever reason I want."
"One more time," Masen says softly, his eyes as darkened as Samuel's and Cedar's.
Something is going on. They're coming toward me. My breath becomes labored. My nipples are straining against the fabric of my summer dress. The tiny wisp of panties I'm wearing are now fully soaked.
"I can kiss whoever I want whenever I want for whatever reason I want," I say softly, but there's hardly any conviction in my words now.
Why does Cedar still have that piece of ginger in his hands? Is he going to eat it? What is going on? Why can't I breathe?
Oh dear god. What have I gotten myself into?
I turn around and try to make a run for it. I don't get far at all.
Masen grabs me as effortlessly as Samuel did the day they spanked my backside crimson red. He carries me to the closest bedroom that just happens to be Cedar's. It's huge and as masculine as he is.
This can't be happening to me again. I was so wet that time, even if they had waited just a mere second more, I would have orgasmed right there on their laps. And I would have died. I can't let them touch me again.
But I'm fighting a battle of futility. Ugh.
"We can take rocks for oats and charred eggs.
Even our clothes smell like you, but we fucking draw the line at you kissing other guys," Samuel says, easily divesting me of my summer dress while Masen removes my bra and panties.
I could do nothing to stop them, and not even calling them neanderthals did the trick.
Samuel positions me over a bench on my hands and knees. Between him and Masen, they tie up my wrists with rope and then bind me to the chair. They do the same to my ankles, forcing me to keep my knees spread so wide, my pussy is on full display.
Dear god. What am I going to do?
"Okay. Listen. This is crazy. Just let me go and we can talk."
"But brats don't listen, so talking won't help."
"No, but I'll listen now," I plead, half knowing that's kind of untrue.
"Yeah, you won't," Samuel says, teasing me. His hand slides down my back to my butt, and I'm sure my clit beamed with pleasure. No. Naughty pussy. I don't like this. I don't even like that. They're terrible and mean and—
"You know, if only you kept ice cream in your freezer like normal people do, none of this would be happening. So it's all your fault, you nut cases," I bristle, all in self-defense because my naughty pussy is dripping wet and already swollen with lust. What the fuck?
"Right," Masen says and then punctuates that one stupid word with a resounding slap to my backside that almost makes me swallow my tongue. Man, that stings.
"You..." Samuel takes over, and it's as if he dropped his hand in a volcano and then spanked me.
"You insufferable men. Do you practice in front of your mirror every morning how to be insufferable?"
Masen takes his palm to me again, then Samuel again.
"Were you born this insufferable, or did a log fall on your head and make this insufferable... motherfudger," I cry as they increase the tempo of their lashes, playing a rhythm on my ass that is seriously messing with my brain chemistry.
I'm all over the place. My breasts feel twice as heavy; my nipples are screaming at me to be touched.
.. with a hot wet mouth. My pussy has turned my thighs into a slippery slope of deviant desire, and my clit seems to be pulsing on its own, desperately searching for the slightest bit of friction but finding nothing.
The cruelty of my need to come is insurmountable. I'm on the verge of begging them, my pride forgotten, until I ask myself, where is Cedar?
I seek him out, and then I find him. He's looking at me.
And he still has that damn piece of ginger root in his hand.
If I thought the spanking I was getting from Samuel and Masen was dark and lascivious, when Cedar comes toward me, flipping the ginger root between his fingers, did I even know the meaning of dark and lascivious?
Cedar slips in behind me.
I twist my body around to see what he's going to do, but restrained as I am, it's useless.
I feel his hand stroke the redness streaking across my backside. I almost sigh at his tender touch until my eyes widen so much I feel I might pass out.
Masen and Samuel part my ass cheeks. My entire body flushes. The most intimate parts of me, the parts no man has ever seen, are now on full display for them. And not only that, they can see inside my most forbidden parts too.
"What..." I ask tentatively, softly. But then a loud yelp leaves my lips as Cedar presses the ginger root to my bottom hole.
Oh my god.
How stupid could I have been! This is some of that real deviant stuff. Safe word.
"I want a safe word," I say. Yes, that was really smart thinking on my part.
"Sure," Masen says, and thank god he's so reasonable and kind, and he's going to give me a safe word, and I'm going to scream it out, and then this will stop. "About that: 'More' is your safe word. Well, more like a plea than a safe word, but it'll serve our purpose."
"You absolute bastards," I hiss as Cedar presses the vegetable root into me, stretching flesh that had no business stretching in the first place.
The burn doesn't start immediately. No. It comes slowly.
Like being put in a pot of cool water that slowly heats, and suddenly I'm howling without any shame or control.
An inferno of heat smothers me from the inside out. I'm battling the stretch of my bottom hole and the crazy insane burn the vegetable is leaving against my flesh.
I can't take any more. I'm begging and pleading and calling them scoundrels or gods if it will please them.
I almost pass out as Masen and Samuel reach under me and stroke their fingers against my wet, heated pussy.
"She's burning up," Masen says, dipping the tip of his finger between my folds and into a pool of wetness.
"Fuck, she's so soft, so wet, and so swollen," Samuel says, his thumb gliding over my clit.
"She's going to strangle our cocks," Masen murmurs, but I don't register what he actually means. Not when my mind is flying apart and an orgasm, unbridled and fierce, plummets me into the depths of the craziest kind of pleasure I've ever known.