“Not this time.”
He pressed her clit with his other palm. She was still trembling, still stretched from his cock, her chest flushed and rising with every breath. Her hips lifted, breath catching, her whole body tilting toward the edge. He circled tighter. Deeper.
She cried out, thighs shaking, and then came with a sob, his hand never stopping as he guided her through it, steady and unrelenting.
When she collapsed back against the bed, he kissed her lips, slow and firm. Whispered, “You’ve earned an orgasm from each of us.”
He brushed his thumb over her cheek, gaze steady. “Mine was a gift, but they’ll each decide how to deliver the other two, and I have confidence that, no matter how they’re given, you’ll relish and enjoy them.”
Silas moved into place between her legs, lined up, and drove into her still-aching ass with brutal strength. No lube beyond what her body had left behind. No warmup. Just pressure, burning pain, and the sharp intake of her breath as he seated himself fully.
She gasped, her whole body locking up as he forced himself deep, muscles spasming in protest, the ache from earlier now ripped raw again.
She moaned low, head tipping back, not in pleasure but surrender.
He fucked her with long, deliberate strokes, so deep and rough, each thrust sent a fresh ripple of fire up her insides. Her breath stuttered. Before Boone, her hands would’ve balled into fists, but he’d trained that out of her with nailboards and fire. Now her palms stayed flat, fingers splayed wide then pulling together in the rhythm of surrender.
When she gave a frustrated little growl, hips trying to chase friction that wasn’t there, Silas grunted, “Kenny. Clit bulb.”
She whined.
Kenny left and returned with the bulb, reached between them, and sucked her clit into it.
She cried out instantly, choking on her scream, and her cunt clenched uselessly, aching for a cock that wasn’t there. Fighting the one in her ass, moving slow and deep, like he was savoring the feel of her around him, watching every twitch of her body as Kenny wiggled the bulb, released it and sucked it up all over again, pressing it more and more.
The stimulation was sharp and electric, too much too fast, like her nerves had been lit with a fuse.
Silas kept fucking her in those slow, punishing thrusts, deep enough to make her stomach cramp, slow enough to keep her attention locked on every inch. He watched her face, watched her body twitch and jolt, adjusting only to make it worse.
Kenny wiggled the bulb, manipulating it between his fingers like he was fine-tuning a machine.
He let her clit go long enough for sensation to drop, then sucked it back up harder. Deeper. Squeezing until the aching pressure throbbed like a second pulse.
Her hips tried to buck, her mouth trembled open, but she grit her teeth and forced herself to stay still.
“Don’t you dare come without permission, little masochist,” Silas warned, voice a steel blade drawn slow over flesh.
She whimpered. A soft, broken sound from somewhere behind clenched teeth and tears she wouldn’t let fall. Her whole body begged to come, hips shaking, cunt fluttering, clit trapped and screaming, but her mind stayed locked on control, on obedience.
And still, Silas fucked her with that same relentless pace — the slow destruction of a woman who had nothing left but willpower.
Silas grabbed her ankles and pinned them above her head. “Stay still. Feel all of it.”
Kenny pulled his hand out with the bulb still hanging from her engorged clit.
She was past words. Every nerve lit and raw, overwhelmed from the inside out — clit pulsing, ass burning, her cunt clenching around emptiness, begging to be filled.
Silas shifted his grip, her ankles locked in his fists, her body bent nearly double beneath him. Every thrust drove him deeper, stretching her until her eyes watered. The bulb tugged at her clit with unrelenting suction, every movement jostling it, making the pull sharper, needier, and fucking maddening.
She tried to keep still, but her hips jerked up, chasing relief.
“Stay down,” Silas growled, driving into her harder.
She gave a strangled sound, half-moan, half-sob.
Kenny leaned close, his voice low in her ear. “Don’t you dare come without his word.”
She nodded frantically, fists clutching the sheets, her body trembling with the effort of restraint.
