Boone withdrew an inch, pushed again, and her pussy burned with the stretch. He wasn’t even all the way in yet.
The potato chip clips still bit at her nipples, each jolt of sensation ricocheting straight to where Boone was prying her open.
Her throat was full, her thighthrobbed.
She caught movement in her peripheral — Silas returning, and she backtracked to the sounds, realized he’d washed his dick.
He ran a palm over her hair, down to her cheek, and Kenny eased his cock from her lips.
Kenny stepped back without a word, and Silas slid into his place, guiding himself to her mouth.
The taste of him was different, whatever soap he’d used, clean skin under it — and he fed it to her slow at first, then with the same steady, claiming rhythm Kenny had used.
Kenny moved to her middle, and she yelped when he pulled on the clips. Screamed around the dick in her mouth when he took them off and fucking massaged and twisted them. The rush of blood to the tender flesh made her cry out against Silas’s cock.
Kenny’s thumbs circled each nipple, then rolled them between finger and thumb, coaxing more heat until she was arching into his touch even as Boone kept her pinned on his cock, stretched around him.
Boone found his full depth with a single, heavy thrust that drove her forward onto Silas until she gagged and retched around him, her hips caught between the relentless stretch behind her and the thick weight in her mouth.
The clamp was still on her thigh, a brutal ache behind everything else. She wanted to scream at it, kick it off, beg Silas to tighten it more. Anything but justendure.
But she endured.
The room felt close, their bodies crowding hers, the air thick with wolf and sweat and the sharp tang of her own arousal. Kenny put the clips back on her nipples and she tried to buck away from him, fire shooting through her body all over again, but she was trapped.
Boone picked up speed, fucking her with purpose, filling her so completely, he dragged at her walls as he went in and out, invading her, owning her, taking her over more than anyone had before.
Kenny at her breasts, Silas fucking her throat — and not being as polite as Kenny about coming to the edge of her gag reflex. Silas pounded in and out, his full length, and completely ignored her gagging and fighting for air. He let her have enough oxygen to stay alive, but barely.
And the clamp stayed on. Forgotten by everyone but her.
Until suddenly, Silas was two steps away and he leaned over. “We agreed no one comes until the grand finale.”
“We did,” Kenny said, and he took the clips off her nipples. “Bed.”
Chapter 5
Boone’s cock slid from her swollen, abused pussy, and his hands guided her off the coffee table. Her knees wobbled, but Boone’s arm was already around her waist.
Walking with the clamp on her thigh fucking hurt. Should she ask about it?
No. She’d wait and see what they did. Give them a chance to remember it. Let them choose how and when to hurt her next.
They walked her to the bed, turned her, and Silas said, “I need the girly on her back a minute before we situate her.”
He guided her to sit on the bed, lean back, and she gasped when he lifted her left leg, the angle sending a fresh bolt of pain through the clamped muscle.
He leaned in and slowly unscrewed it while holding her gaze, watching her, making the point he was in charge. He’d put it on and now he was taking it off.
“Too bad I don’t have time to see if I can get it tight enough on your clit to stay,” he paused, gave a little sadistic smile. “Maybe next time.”
He laid it on her belly, the weight of it heavy all over again, and he focused on her thigh, where the deep crimson skin had already started to bruise. His fingers brushed the mark, and then he pressed into it — hard.
His look went dark when she gasped, and she saw the promise of more pain in his eyes.Lovely pain.
“If you’re done?” Kenny asked.
Silas gave her a big smile and lifted the clamp off her belly, dropped it to the floor with a thud. “Nowhere near done, but let’s continue.”
