Her lips parted. She shifted her hips—but her eyes stayed lowered.
“Nick, I’m sure she’s made a mess. Why don’t you get her to clean you up?” I said, flicking a glance in his direction.
We’d promised Ella a long night—and that was exactly what she’d get. The recovery time I’d offered her wasn’t kindness. It was practicality. I had no intention of damaging our toy.
Nick moved up the length of her body until he was positioned beside her head. She turned toward him instinctively, lips parting in quiet anticipation. I took his place between her legs, gently parting her folds to inspect her. No tearing. No damage from the stretch. Just heat.
She was already licking Nick’s cock, mouth closing around the pierced tip as I began to kiss my way down her inner thigh. Nick’s hand found her breast, thumb brushing her nipple with idle intent.
“Starting without me,” Rowan remarked as he returned, setting bottles of water on the nightstand.
He paused to watch her work Nick’s cock before stepping closer. I smiled against Ella’s thigh and continued my slow descent. It didn’t take long before she was squirming, Rowan and Nick alternating her attention between them.
I slapped her sharply between the legs, the sting ringing against my palm. She gasped around Rowan’s cock, instinctively trying to pull back—but he held her head in place. Her pussy was flushed, wet, pinkened from the impact.
“No,” Rowan said calmly, pushing deeper.
I traced my thumb over her clit until she moaned helplessly around him. Nick tapped her cheek impatiently. She turned without hesitation, taking him back into her mouth. We watched each other while she wrapped her hand around his cock, obedient and focused.
“Strap her legs in,” I said, sliding my hands beneath her knees.
Rowan took her ankle first, fastening it into the restraint I’d already fixed to the metal pole above the headboard. Nick followed suit on the other side.
Ella didn’t look at them.
Her eyes stayed on me.
Cautious.
Dark.
Heavy with need.
I smiled as I slid my cock between her pussy. The pillows beneath her hips tilted her just enough that she could see me—see everything. They pinned her calves and ankles in place while I dragged myself slowly back and forth, letting her coat the length of my dick.
“Hurry up,” Nick muttered.
I ignored him.
I wanted her to understand exactly what she was.
Our desperate little whore.
Rowan caught on quickly, leaning over to rub her clit with deliberate pressure. Nick followed, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing until her breath stuttered.
“Pinch her, Rowan,” I said, keeping my eyes locked on hers.“Make her pussy weep for us.”
Fear flashed across her face—panic, sharp and immediate—but it was threaded with something else. Curiosity. It wouldn’t take long before she’d be ready for more. Before she could truly appreciate the balance between pain and pleasure.
“No,” she hissed as Rowan pinched her.
I brought the head of my cock to her opening and pressed in, just the tip. She hovered between need and pain, caught there. I gripped her upper thighs and sank deeper until a breathy sigh slipped from her lips. Rowan eased off the sting, rubbing it away, and her hole tightened reflexively around me.
Nick fisted his cock as he watched me fill her.
“Yeah,” he rasped.“Fuck that tight little cunt.”
“Is that what you need, Ella?” I drawled, drawing back lazily, giving her only a few inches before sliding forward again.
