They only stop when I’m on the verge of an orgasm just from being spanked. My whole body’s tightly strung like a guitar string, ready to be tuned. And the second the swollen head of one of their cocks spears my folds, I cry out, falling into my climax, a never-ending cyclone as he slowly works himself into my pussy. I squeeze around him, feeling the bars along his length. Unless Wade’s pierced too, it’s Oz sinking into me, his hands gripping my hips.
He grinds his hips against me, all the way in, knotting me on the first stroke.
“Oz,” I moan like a prayer, feeling him as deep as he can go.
Still, he moves as much as his body allows him. Pulsing his hips deeper, and deeper. Then I can feel his fingers between us before he slips one, then two, next to his knot. He works them around, squeezing his knot. He’s breaking the knotting, and Ican feel him slip free. My body hates it and tries to hold him inside.
“Say my name again, Bunny,” he hisses, and then just as I think he’s going to slip free, he slams back into me.
The knot stretches me painfully wide without easing back in, and I cry out his name. He repeats it. The pain and pleasure make my brain short-circuit. And I’m not sure if I should sob or moan. Still, I take it all until he knots me one last time, and I feel him spill his seed into me.
He leans over me, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. “You’re lucky you signed an NDA, Bunny, because breeding you might be something I could become addicted to. And you don’t want my brand of crazy.”
I pulse around him, limp from every single muscle being tense and then not, over and over again. I might want his brand of crazy. But I don’t say that out loud. I know what this is, and it’s way better than eating candy in my PJ’s.
When his knot goes down enough to release him without help, I feel fingers at the bindings, releasing me. Then I’m lifted off the bench. Wade’s chest hair brushes my shoulder and side as he moves, and I sink into his warmth. He leaves the blindfold on as he settles me onto a soft surface that feels like a bed.
The surface dips beneath his weight as he nudges my knees apart. “I’m going to clean you up again, Sugar.”
Once he’s finished he presses a kiss against my lower stomach, the feathers of his mask missing, telling me he’s removed it. I can picture him in my mind. His hair perfectly styled and slicked back, in his suit and tie watching me with quiet intensity after asking for a file. I used to pretend he wanted me, and one day, he’d order me to get under his desk instead of fetch him a coffee. But he’s always been professional.
Until now.
He nuzzles into my stomach, and instinctively, my fingers thread through his silky hair. He's soft in a way the other two aren't. I can sense it in the care he's given, in the words he's used. It's a needed contrast for their pack, and it endangers my heart.
If this night was only sex, it would be easier to face them on Monday. But this right here, his purr rumbling in his chest is everything my lonely heart has craved over the years. I can feel tears that want to come, and I'm thankful for the blindfold still covering my eyes.
“Yellow,” I whisper as he presses a gentle kiss to my hip bone.
He inhales against me before pulling back. “Which part, Sugar?”
I swallow and tug on his hair. “Enough softness.”
He hums, and I can picture the disapproving look on his face. “It's called aftercare. There's a drop after play, and it will ease it for you.”
“What about you?” I whisper back, my voice cracking.
He chuckles, the sound like a balm for my soul. “Thisis for me, too.”
I flex my fingers against his scalp, and he releases another purr that has me melting beneath him. “Okay.”
He presses soft butterfly kisses next to my navel that make my stomach flutter and my heart swell.
His eight o'clock shadow grazes my skin, sending goosebumps skittering down my spine. It has me arching off of the mattress, craving his touch like I've never craved anything before.
He works his way up my body. Worshiping me like I'm his everything. When he reaches my lips and captures my breath in a soul searing kiss, I know I'm done. I'm lost in him.
To him.
Wade moves between my legs, adjusting his cock against my folds.
“I'd take the blindfold off, but I want to enjoy this without the mask. Unless—” he trails off the question unspoken.
I run my fingers through his chest hair and shake my head, knowing without seeing that he's watching me.
He sinks slowly into me, my walls sensitive and sore from earlier, adding to the pleasure and unintended pain. He works moans from deep within me as he moves at a slow, sensual pace. Until I'm shaking and my climax launches me into another universe. But I cling to him, bringing him with me.
I float in the pleasant aftermath. Until he pulls back and a soft blanket takes his place.
