Together, he and Seth kept her on a rack of blissful torture, keeping her orgasm just out of reach. Her body bowed. Her agonized shriek became a one-word litany on repeat. “Please…”
They ignored her and backed off. Her whimpered protests filled the room as they kissed her, whispering and murmuring against her skin, stroking and caressing her until she softened, caught her breath, and quieted her pleading.
Then they started in again, soaring her to the cusp of release with their hands and mouths until Heavenly strained against the ropes and an inhuman cry tore from her throat.
“Please. P-please…” Tears slid from the corners of her unfocused eyes. “I-I need to come. I c-can’t take it anymore.”
“You can. You still don’t have permission,” Seth scolded with an evil smirk.
“I-I know. But…I-I’m dying.”
“We’re just warming you up, little girl.” Beck eased sweat-soaked strands of hair from her face.
“No. No!” She tossed her head from side to side. “I can’t… I-I’m on fire.”
“You have a safe word,” Seth reminded, licking away her juices from his lips with a grin. “You can end your suffering right now.”
“Noooo,” she wailed. “Don’t…s-stop. I need to…to come.”
“But until you focus on our pleasure more than your own, you’re not getting permission.” Seth masterfully mind-fucked their girl.
Heavenly didn’t argue. Hell, they’d annihilated her ability to reason, so she couldn’t. And Beck relished it.
“Let’s help her focus.” He reached into the toy bag and retrieved a small rubber flogger—perfect for tickling or tormenting her pussy. He also extracted a pair of clover clamps—because the sadist in him wasn’t finished torturing her nipples—along with a tweezer clamp for her clit.
Briefly, he thought about grabbing a ball gag, but the sweet sounds of Heavenly suffering was too erotic to give up.
“You’re evil.” Seth smirked. “That’s one of the things I like most about you.”
Beck chuckled, then sucked one of Heavenly’s nipples back into his mouth. He drew deep, elongating the tip before releasing it with a pop. Then he squeezed the clamp open and aligned the tiny rubber pads on either side of her peak. With a grin, he released the metal hinge. Its jaws shut tight.
Heavenly’s eyes flashed wide as she squealed and writhed, attempting to escape the pain.
“Breathe. Ride the sting. Rise above it,” Beck commanded, capturing her other breast, and repeating the process.
Howling now, Heavenly tossed her head back, flailing and tugging at the ropes in vain.
Beck grabbed her wrists to keep her from rubbing them raw. “Don’t fight, little girl. Let the pain flow over you. Become one with it.”
“It burns.”
“I’ll fix that.” Seth lowered his head and engulfed her pussy in his mouth, savagely pillaging her wet slit.
At the touch of his tongue, she jolted as if they’d hooked her up to a live wire. “Yes... Yes!”
They drove Heavenly to the brink again. Watching her was beyond mesmerizing, but they’d kept her poised on the edge of orgasm for so long, Beck wasn’t sure she had the willpower to keep from shattering. She definitely hadn’t had the practice.
Beck’s cock swelled so painfully, he swore his skin would split. The want—no, the need—to slam balls deep in her slick cunt plagued him. He ached to feel her clamp around him as he released his seed against her unprotected womb.
A glance at Seth, still feasting, told him the PI was nowhere near done.
With a wicked smile, he flicked the little rubber flogger over the angry tips of her clamped nipples. Heavenly’s glassy, unfocused eyes flew open. Beck’s deviant heart skipped as she sucked in a ragged breath and pressed her head back into the pillow—arching her back and thrusting her breasts into the air. Another pain-drenched scream ripped from her throat.
“That sounds so pretty,” Beck cooed. “Give us your agony.”
“All of it,” Seth muttered against her cunt.
Beck switched up the sensations, swirling the rubber falls over her nipples in a delicate, almost gossamer dance of tingles—a startling contrast to the bite of the clamps.
