Chapter Ten
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Isabella
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Fireworks explode all around me and inside me. I'm just a burning inferno that can't be put out. Emilio pushes the plug deeper while Lorenzo and Marcello keep me in place. The plug may have looked small, but my god, it feels like a ginormous giant inside me now.
"You're not supposed to put anything into my... there," I finally manage to say, far too prim and proper for the position I'm in.
"We are when you pull off stunts like the one you just did," Emilio says and then turns the thing on.
The vibrations hit like a thousand-watt... something. My body roars with some sort of deviant pain-pleasure thing while my mind insists on bringing it back to the good side of things.
But I can't stop it. The deep buzzing pulses make my pussy clench tight, and my clit screams for relief. My mortifying whimpers actually sound like moans and purrs, so I bite my lip again to shut up.
Every tiny shift of my hips sends a flood of sensation through me. I'm ready to beg them to stop before I come, and as if they read my mind and decide to help curtail my orgasm, Lorenzo lands his massive palm on my butt.
The sound cracks through the air and into my soul, and everything freezes up in the wake of what I'm going to feel next.
Blinding hot pain.
The man smacked my bottom. He spanked me. My poor clit, which had swelled as my orgasm climbed higher, retreated in confusion. Then it was Marcello, and then Emilio, and then Lorenzo again. Over and over until I'm sure my butt would remain permanently red with their handprints.
And each time they spanked me, they turned up the vibrations of the plug. Then the most epically confusing thing happened. My clit swelled again, harder this time. More wetness seeped, and... I couldn't stop it. I came so violently, so brutally, I feared I would break the desk.
"Ah, fuck." I heard their murmurs before I felt their hands on my pussy, catching my wetness and the last of my spasms. I seem to come forever; waves and waves of forbidden pleasure tinged with an untamed greed to want more. What is happening to me?
Lorenzo polishes my clit again while Emilio and Marcello pull at my lips, their thumbs dipping into the lake of wetness at my entrance and suddenly I want to push down on them. I want them to penetrate me, to take away the ache they built in a part of me my orgasm can’t reach.
So I come again and again. Until I can’t anymore and flop down on the desk, weak and quivery all over.
The instant they release me, I'm both furious and embarrassed. Or furious because I'm embarrassed.
They haven't even fully removed the ropes from my wrists before I jerk away to the other side of the room again.
"You... that was uncalled for. You don't know what I'm going through to get my father free of this financial burden that could kill him. And now I have to marry one of your three. Worse guys in the universe, mind you.
“And you know what, I couldn't seduce you—I mean, you saw what a mess I was in your boardroom—so I sought a little help.
Do forgive me for taking the initiative of exploring all available options, and yes, one of them was a potion, because when one of the sexiest women on earth tells me I smile like I'm crazy, have zero wiles, and not to mention when I try to look sexily at a man, he'd probably run away from me, I listened to her.
So I did what I had to, okay? Look, this is my killer smile," I say, and I smile, my biggest smile, so big my cheeks could engulf my eyes.
"Now look at us like you want to seduce us," Lorenzo says darkly, and I do. I look at them with my eyes but it’s as if I forgot how to do it so it’s just me.
"Fuck," they growl in unison before they charge toward me like three bulls.
I pulled against their bodies and kissed and caressed with such urgency that my dress is torn from my body and my bra immediately discarded.
I can't catch my breath or think a single sane thought, so I don't. Not while they kiss every inch of my body. Suck on my nipples and drive me crazy.
They carry me to a bedroom and lay me down on the bed.
My legs are parted, and they suck up the wetness still clinging to my pussy from my orgasm earlier, and when they're done, they slowly slip their fingers into me, just deep enough to hurt while they thumb my clit until fresh wetness streams from me.
A familiar sense of greediness before takes over me. I want them now. Before this moment is over and they come to their senses. Or I do.
"Please," I beg, and they don't let me beg again. They discard their suits, and I'm awed by their naked beauty but more desperate to imprint their nakedness onto my own body. I reach for them, their cocks, and they let me taste them for just a moment before I'm back on my back.
They didn’t give me enough time to play with them. To swirl my tongue around the thick branches of veins embossed over their cocks. They just let me wet their thickness with my mouth before they growled that they needed me immediately.
"This is how it's going to happen. You get all three of us. Not one of us. Or two. All three or nothing, Isabelle. Do you understand? You belong to us three."
I nod as if I understand, shoving aside the reality that wants to make a very valid point. Not now.
Lorenzo parts my thighs, kissing his way up from my nipple to my lips.
"I'm going to feed you my cock a little at a time to open you up, tesoro. No protection. We're clean," he says.
I trust them and believe them. I'm not on the pill, but I am outside of my cycle. And truthfully, nothing can make me stop.
Lorenzo's thick, heavy cock slides into the entrance of my pussy. My back arches. The intrusion is so delicious; I want more. I need more before the spell breaks. Before the potion wears off.
I lift myself up, pulling him deeper inside me, taking more of him than I can handle, and it shows in the way my eyes widen and my body stiffens. I went too fast.
"It's okay, Isabella. Just breathe, I got you," Lorenzo murmurs into my ear. He kisses me softly as he inches deeper into me. The passage of his cock into my body is so uniquely sublime and terrifyingly sensational, I forget to breathe all over again.
"Breathe, tesoro," he commands, and I gasp for air as he fully embeds himself inside me.
I cling to him with tears in my eyes, but instinctively I know what I need next, and as Lorenzo pulls from me, Emilio is there to take his place.
My body goes through the same motion again of stretching to accommodate Emilio. He kisses me so tenderly as he brushes my hair away from my face and soothes my swollen lips with his thumb, and all the while he seats himself deeply inside me.
When he withdraws and Marcello replaces him, my body has developed a proper greed for them.
I don't let Marcello go slow. I capture him quickly and hug him to me until he grasps my wrists, places them above my head, and, as he looks down between our bodies, he withdraws and pushes inside me again.
And again. His rhythm sets my pulse on fire, and soon I want to come.
"Come all around my cock, tesoro," he says, and I do, the same moment as he does. Dear god, having Marcello come inside me is pure ecstasy, but I'll only feel complete when Lorenzo and Emilio do the same.
They don't keep me waiting. Taking possession of my body until I come, until I've soaked their cocks with my wetness, and they soak me with their cum.
The rest of the afternoon and the whole of the night is a blur of bliss. They take me over and over again, bathe me, feed me, and then make me come again. In their mouths, on their fingers, around their cocks.
By the time the sun rises the next day, I wonder if the potion has worn off and my pumpkin awaits.