I used to love it, too.
I’ve never done it with a guy, though. Not even Declan.
Declan’s gentle. Tender. Still, I cry harder as his finger locates its target and starts slowly pressing for entrance. I know he knows what he’s doing, because countless times over the years I’ve surprised him with a butt plug at work and made him go put it in himself. That’s in addition to all the times I’ve played with him.
George releases one of my ankles and reaches between my legs to find my clit and play with it.
Dammit.
Damn my body, because I react just like they know I will. I don’t know when Declan’s grip in my hair changed from a tight fist to gently massaging my scalp, or when I started rocking my hips in time with what their hands are doing to me between my legs. It’s not long before I realize they’re not going to let me come yet.
I keep my eyes squeezed shut, letting every sensation work on my stubborn brain. Isn’t thisexactlywhat I wanted? To be forced to give in so I could break through that barrier?
Isn’t that exactly why I agreed to Declan’s terms for this?
Because I knew he’d use it against me at some point?
Not just knew it.
Because Ihopedhe would
His fingers disappear for a moment, then return with more lube. Disappear again…
Oh, boy.
“Push out,” he says, sounding all too amused.
I wince as the butt plug slides in to the widest point before my body gobbles it in and then it’s seated.
He is not playing around with this, either. It’s the big—
Uh, oh.
I hear the glove get stripped off, so George must have helped with that because his hands disappear. Declan pats my ass with his now bare hand and I hear how fucking amused he sounds. “Let’s give that a little bit of time.”
Then the spanking resumes, including George with the assist. They do a damn good job of distracting me, getting me horny, taking my mind off the intrusion in my ass. After a few minutes of that they pause.
I’m not sure what they’re doing, until I feel the slide of rope over my flesh, around my arms. Declan has to pull my head back again and hold me when I start fighting, but George manages to tie my arms behind me, immobilizing them.
Fear sends my pulse through the stratosphere but it takes need and desire along with it for the ride. I’m still squirming as the two of them effortlessly pick me up and move me to the bed, on my stomach, my head over the edge. My shoes end up kicked off and on the floor somewhere. When I try to roll over, George grabs my legs and pins me down.
“You want a ring gag for her?” he asks.
“No,” Declan says. He removes the cummerbund and tosses it over toward the luggage. “She’s not going to bite either of us. Not likethat. Because she knows if she does I’ll biteher. Tit-for-tat.”
George chuckles.
Declan unfastens his slacks and fishes out his erect cock, giving it a couple of strokes. He fists my hair and holds the base of his cock with the other. “I’ve been horny all fucking night. Open up, baby.”
I’m still trying to kick George off me and not succeeding.
Except George cheats. He reaches between my legs and slides two fingers inside me, meeting with no resistance because I’m so slick.
The fight goes out of me as I whimper and squirm, trying to get traction on my clit again.
“Open, baby,” Declan orders again. “Or everything else will happen without you getting any joy tonight. George agreed he won’t overrule me and make you come if I say you haven’t earned it.”
Oh, shit.
