My eyes jolt open as another shout sounds from my throat, my ass cheek burning under his palm. I groan again as he keeps moving his hips; the pain heightening the pleasure in a way that I didn’t know I needed.
“You like it when Daddy spanks you, fuck toy?” Knox asks, his voice sounding strained and several octaves lower than normal. His grip tightens in my hair once more, and even that hurt only adds to the waves of ecstasy that I’m experiencing.
My heavy-lidded eyes find him in the mirror, his pupils blown as he watches my reactions.
“Yes, Daddy.”
A growl that makes wetness seep between my thighs sounds in his throat, and I pant as he picks up the pace, fucking me like he promised. Hard and fast. My fingers dig into the porcelain, my breaths sawing out of my chest with every hard thrust. He watches me in the mirror, watching the way my tits swing with each move he makes.
Thwack!
This one barely registers on the pain scale, but the way it jostles his dick inside me, the sting of it, sets me alight. I can feel myself climbing higher, reaching for my pinnacle.
“Fuck, Little Bird,” he groans, his voice strained and gravelly. “You clamp around me like a vacuum when I smack your ass.”
Thwack!
This time I feel my inner walls clenching around his hard length. We both moan, my eyelids threatening to flutter closed with the heady sensations this man is creating inside me.
Movement in the mirror catches my eye, and they widen when I see Jude standing there, his own dick palmed in a tight fist as he watches us with bedroom eyes.
“You like it when he watches me fuck the ever-loving shit out of you, fuck toy?” Knox whispers, and I find him in the mirror, also watching Jude. His pace doesn’t slow down, instead, it picksup until the sound of our bodies slapping together is obscenely loud and echoing in the tiled room.
“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp, my body tightening with my impending orgasm. “Fuck, yes!”
Thwack!
The hit sends me spiraling down into oblivion, my climax tearing through me with a furious energy that leaves me unable to breathe. I keep my eyes open as I come, watching as I buck and writhe in Knox’s grip. His fingers dig into my hip to hold me as he fucks me even harder, chasing his own release.
I watch through star-struck eyes as Jude groans, ropes of cum spurting out of the end of his shaft and covering his hand. The sight triggers another orgasm out of me, and I pant as my body is on fire once more, the pleasure almost too much.
With a growling roar, Knox thrusts so deep that I scream, holding me in place as he finds his own climax inside of me. We stay locked together; me watching the blissful agony that fills his face as he empties his load.
After some moments, a deep, contented sigh brushes past his lips, and his grip loosens as his closed lids open and his bright eyes stare into mine.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Little Bird,” he says, his voice breathless and satisfied sounding. I know the feeling, my throat feels raw yet my body feels like liquid. Using his hold on my hair, he pulls me upright until our bodies are pressing together, his arm wrapping around my torso possessively. “What are you doing to me, princess?”
I wish I could answer his question because maybe it would tell me what they are doing to me. This was never part of the plan, to fall for my captors, but here I am, doing just that.
We hold each other's stare in the mirror, neither of us able to answer the riddle that has become our connection. He sighs, andhis soft cock slips from between my pussy lips. I cringe when his seed slips down my inner thighs.
“Looks like I’ll need another shower,” I say, and he chuckles, the vibrations of his laughter making me shudder.
“Allow me,” Jude says, and I look up to find his reflection walking toward us, his own lips lifted in post-orgasm satisfaction.
Knox turns us, keeping his hold on me and my hair until we’re side on to the mirror, and I watch as Jude sinks to his knees in front of me. My legs are still spread wide, mine and Knox’s combined releases painting the inside of my thighs, slick in the light.
“Hmmmm,” Jude hums, and I stare at him entranced as his head dips, his tongue darting out in anticipation.
“Juuuuude…” I groan when his hot tongue traces a path up my inner thigh, my skin tightening once more with the teasing pleasure that he’s offering.
“So fucking delicious,” he murmurs, repeating the move on the other thigh as Knox holds me tightly against him. I gasp when his shaft hardens again, his cock trapped between my thighs. Jude chuckles. “This just keeps getting better.”
My brow dips, wondering what he’s referring to when Knox gives a deep growl of pleasure in my ear, his arm like a vice around me.
“Jude—” he warns, but he doesn’t move and I glance into the mirror to see Jude’s tongue lapping at the tip of Knox.
Fuck. Me.
