"You're good at that," Boner remarked.
Archer glanced at him. "I've had practice." He slid the side of the knife through the blood, smearing it across the blade. He gave Cass a meaningful look and waited until the other man stepped aside, his chin glistening with my arousal.
"Open your legs wider," Cass said.
Between him and Archer, they bent my knees and placed my feet on the desk, so my thighs were wide open, displaying my pussy to all three of them.
"What are you—" I picked up my head as Archer turned the knife in his hand, carefully holding the blade with my blood smeared across it. He pressed the hilt of the knife to my entrance, then all the way inside me.
I gasped, but then I was lying back again while he slowly fucked me with the knife.
"You like that?" Boner asked. "Of course you do. You're the most beautiful work of art I've ever had in this gallery. Smeared with your own blood." He placed the tip of his finger on my neck and spread it around further. "Being fucked by the knife that did this. It's practically poetry."
"Gorgeous." Cass reached past the knife to stroke his thumb over my clit.
My back arched and I cried out, desperate for relief.
"Make her come," Cass told Archer. "I want her to come around the knife."
Archer nodded and carefully slid the knife in and out with increasing speed, driving it into me over and over.
I cried out louder as I came hard, muscles clenching the hilt, hips grinding against Cass' thumb. I shouted out something, butI wasn't sure if they were words or just sounds. I didn't care, all I knew was pleasure, hot and all consuming. From the top of my head, down to my toes was awash with it. Dragged away until it finally began to recede like a reluctant tide.
Slowly, I drifted back to earth, my pulse gradually slowing.
Archer slid the knife out.
"Have you fucked her?" Cass asked Archer.
"No." Archer's voice was as strained, as was his cock, which looked like it was trying to escape from his suit pants.
"You want to," Cass stated.
"So much." The knife shook in Archer's trembling hand before he put it aside.
"Fuck her," Cass said. He stepped aside, his arms crossed.
Archer undid his pants, let his cock spring free and gripped my hips. With one thrust he was even deeper inside me than where he slid the knife.
"Fuck." He closed his eyes. "I have a good imagination, but I didn't think you'd feel this incredible."
He was thick and hard inside me, stuffing me so full I might burst.
I whispered his name as he stood in front of me, buried deep. Still as one of Boner's sculptures. Neither of us moved. Neither breathed. We just felt.
He whispered my name back to me before he started to move inside me, pulling out and sliding back in as if he could get deeper and deeper with each thrust.
I was vaguely aware of Cass saying something, before Boner pressed his cock between my lips, letting me taste him and the piercing in his tip.
I sucked, teasing him with my tongue for a minute or two before he was sliding out and turning my face towards Cass.
He stood on the other side of the desk, eyes dark as night. Hand in my hair, he took his turn fucking my mouth.
I'd never been the centre of attention for three men before, but I was loving every moment. Sucking, thrusting and groaning.
Boner was right, this was poetry.
Archer thrust a few more times before he let himself go completely. Spilling himself deep inside me with a long, low grunt. His fingers digging into my hips, the perfect combination of pleasure and pain. His release a burst of warmth inside me.
