“And begging for cock.” Seth sounded almost censuring as he approached, staring at her with eyes full of fire.
Heavenly lost herself in the heat of Seth’s stare as he plucked at her nipples—rolling, pinching, sending sharp pleasure-pain straight to her clit. Beck’s warm breath ghosted hot over her inner thigh, so close.
She whimpered, her hips shifting involuntarily. Seeking in silent plea.
“Stay still.” Beck clamped his hands around her thighs.
She froze, panting.
“Now put your arms above your head,” Beck growled. “Wrists together.”
Slowly, heart thudding, she stretched them above the pillow.
She wanted this, ached for it with every cell in her body. But as she obeyed, a switch flipped in her brain, screaming that she was now under Beck’s control—a slave to whatever sensations he decided to heap on her, a victim of whatever torment he used to unravel her.
“Look at you all spread out for me,” Beck moaned before he climbed on top of her, his big body pinning her. He captured her wrists in one big hand and shoved them against the mattress, his face hovering a few scant inches above hers as he arched a brow in warning. “If you move your hands—if you even flex your pinky—I’ll stop everything. I’ll pull out of your quivering little cunt and leave you aching all night. Is that clear?”
Seth rounded the bed, then settled on the mattress beside her before wrapping a big hand around her throat. “He means it, angel. And I’ll help him.”
They would do it; she knew that from experience.
“Yes, Sirs.”
“Remember that.” Beck lifted his hand from her wrists and shifted his hips, pressing the thick head of his cock against her entrance with a hiss.
That first touch—hot, hard, insistent—had her sucking in a gasp.
“Tell me what you want, little girl.”
“You, Sir. Inside me.”
He pushed forward slightly, letting her feel only his thick crest. When Heavenly’s pussy fluttered and clasped and her hips jerked up involuntarily, he pulled back with a growl. “Can you follow directions?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathlessly assured.
“And who makes the rules?”
“You do, Sir.”
“That’s right. Don’t forget it,” he cautioned, holding her prisoner with a hungry stare. “Now beg me. Make me believe you want… No, make me believe you need my cock.”
Heavenly swallowed back a mewl. “Please, Sir. Please. I need you inside me. Need you to fill me.”
“Do you? I’m not convinced.” Beck smirked, pushing another inch inside her before he stopped again. “If you want more, you’ll have to do better. Tell me how my cock feels.”
“I-It…” She groaned in frustration as he withdrew again. “It feels good. Too good. You’re so thick and hard and…” She gasped as he flexed and backed away again. “No. Please… I need all of you.”
“Such pretty begging, angel,” Seth praised as he resumed tormenting her nipples and glanced Beck’s way. “Pretty enough to give her what she wants?”
“Not a chance in hell. I don’t think she understands who’s in control yet.” The surgeon flashed a filthy smile. “But she will.”
Seth softly chuckled as he pulled and pinched. “We won’t rest until she does.”
Their burning stares and relentless teasing had her fighting the urge to twist and arch. She’d beg more if they demanded it. Whatever they needed to put her out of her misery, she’d do it.
With agonizing slowness, Beck pressed forward, filling and stretching her as he drove deeper in her fluttering pussy. An exquisite burn had her gasping—legs spreading, hips lifting—as pleasure assailed her.
“Yes. Yes…” she begged in a shuddering exhalation, eyes sliding shut, as he worked in another blistering inch.
