“AH!”
“Do you want more?”
“Only if I can come again,” I reply, my eyes rolling into my head as a flurry of devastating sensations takes over.
Max bites into the side of my neck. It almost hurts, but it only serves to turn me on even more. “Hold on; I’ve got a better idea.”
He reaches up, and I hear the clanking of a chain. I follow the sound and find myself smiling with excitement as he makes me rest my bound wrists on a hook that hangs from the ceiling. It’s like something out of a bondage dungeon. I’m asked to surrender myself wholly to these men.
“Now,” Max says, “spread your legs for me, Raina.”
“Yes, sir!”
As soon as I do, he slips his fingers between my slick folds, then fondles my clit again.
“OH YES!” I groan and shudder, tiptoeing to the edge of the universe.
I forget about my heels, I forget about the life I had, and the Raina I was before I walked into Haus of Sin. These crotchless panties are a brilliant invention, their opening wide and generous and perfectly tailored for Max’s merciless fingers.
Alex and Vincent keep kissing me in-between sessions of licking and sucking and gently biting my nipples, while Ihang by the hook, wishing I could touch them the way they love to touch me. At one point, the bra slips off, and my breasts are free.
“You’ll keep the panties and the heels on,” Max says.
“Yes… sir…”
“Now, bend over, Raina. I want to get a full view of this gorgeous, plump ass of yours,” he replies and helps me off the hook.
“Come here, baby,” Alex says.
He loosens my wrists. I’m almost free, when Vincent takes the satin ribbon and ties my hands behind my back. I feel Max’s hands roam over my buttocks. His fingers registering every inch of soft skin, the delicate straps of lace. Then he slaps my ass once firmly, enough for the sudden sting to make me gasp, just as Alex feeds his cock into my mouth. Tears spring to my eyes, but I want more, I need more. I forget myself altogether as the avalanche of sweet teasing and punishment continues.
For every smack of my buttocks, I get to taste either Alex or Vincent for the longest, most wonderful minute. I relax the back of my throat and practically unhinge my jaw to take them. It’s hard work, but I love the guttural sounds coming out of my men as I lick, suck, and damn near swallow them, each turn they take.
“You’re fucking perfect,” Max declares and slaps my ass again.
I throw my head back. “Please, sir… Please…”
“Please what?”
I can’t see him. I feel his grip on my bound wrists. His hand caressing my tender buttock, his fingers shamelessly testing my soaking wet entrance. But I can’t see him. I only see Alex and Vincent, both stacked as mountains, tatted and with their massive cocks begging for my mouth, their lips parted and their gazes darkened, their rippling chests rising with each heavy breath.
“Please take me, Max. Sir, please…”
“Why?” he asks.
“Because I need you inside me. I need you to make me yours.”
A smile ticks over Alex’s lips as he looks down at me. “What will you do for it?”
“Anything you want.”
And I mean it. I have never felt so free and so precious and so goddamn wanted in my entire life. I have never experienced such power, such magic. All I had to do was relinquish control and let these men heal me and fill me and share me. And now, I need more. So much more.
“Open wide, my beautiful angel,” Alex says.
I part my lips and let him in while Vincent strokes himself, watching every second. At the same time, I feel Max spear me with his full length in perfect unison of yet another slap. My ass jiggles and my pussy clenches, stretched wide, as it wraps around his gargantuan cock.
My screams of joy and pleasure are muffled as they all converge on me.
