I lift my gaze to his.
He breathes hard.
Several things get pushed into my pussy, then pulled out. The man in front of me holds glistening beads in the air and hands them to the one behind me.
Relax,I remind myself.
"Jesus, you're fucking hot," Brax mutters. His jaw twitches.
"Don't cum," I blurt out.
His hot breath comes out like fire, chest heaving.
"Please. When this is over you can cum in me," I add.
His eyes singe behind his mask.
The beads slide inside my ass as I glance at the clock.
Twenty-three minutes.
A new challenge roots itself deep inside me.
The Underworld isn't getting him tonight.
I am.
No cumming for twenty-three minutes," I tell him, even though he's allowed to orgasm. I'm the one with the scarlet letter being punished, not him. But everything within me wants him to wait for me. I've waited for months for the Underworld to direct me to go to him. There hasn't been a day my mind hasn't wandered, thinking about his cocky ass.
His eyes widen, but then his determination comes roaring back. He sniffs hard and grits out, "Twenty-three minutes, Minx."
I nod.
A tongue circles my nipples, playing with the clamps just like the woman played with Brax's piercing. I don't look down, trying not to give it any attention. And then everything gets taken up a notch.
The man behind me lowers his mouth, tonguing the bead near my entrance and gripping the chain tighter near my spine.
A vibrator gets inserted inside me. The motor's at a low speed, but I know it's only going to go up, and the sensations are already hitting me. The man thrusts it in rhythm to the music.
"She's so fucking wet," the man in front of me claims, then takes his other hand and traces the V on my chest.
"Don't you dare cum, Valentina," Brax growls.
The woman giving Brax a blow job moans loudly. "Your pre-cum tastes so good. Give me more."
My eyes dart to his cock. She's moaning feverishly and massaging his balls. Sweat drips down his torso in long streaks.
"Don't!" I warn, then gasp for breath as someone's tongue begins to work my clit.
Brax's gaze drops. Jealousy flares in his eyes.
My core heats like a match to dry wood. I blink hard. My breath turns ragged.
He warns, "If you fucking cum, I'll kill you myself, Minx!"
I try to focus on him.
"Fucking hell," he grits.
