He could. But he wasn’t going to. Not when he was enjoying her agony so much. A glance at Seth’s face said he was, too.
“You’re suffering so sweetly, little girl,” Beck murmured.
“It burns.” She strained against the ropes, wriggling and clamping down on Seth’s cock, still driving into her with slow, bulldozing strokes.
“Fuck, yes,” Seth hissed, sweat sliding from his brow. “Burn for us, angel. Don’t come.”
“Yet,” Beck taunted. “We’re enjoying your delicious agony. Give us more.”
A pitiful wail tore from her lips. Beyond the lone afternoon she’d asked Beck to whip out his belt and unleash his inner sadist, he’d never explored pain with her, much less driven her to the edge of her tolerance with Seth.
Beck wasn’t even inside her yet, and already this might be one of the most delicious fucks of his life.
“Please!” She shook her head violently from side to side.
“More? Harder?” He flashed her a subversive grin. “Happily.”
Seth’s wolfish smile said he agreed and relished the opportunity to heap more torture on her.
His thrusts became ferocious, almost barbaric, each punctuated by the headboard hitting the wall. Then Heavenly’s whimpers became jumbled pleas for mercy, followed by Seth’s bellows-like breaths. Beck stayed in sync with their rhythm, landing blow after blow with the flogger on her enflamed cunt. He watched in fascination as it turned rosier and redder with each thrust and every strike.
Heavenly, trapped between pain and pleasure, glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. She begged with her big blue eyes while her chest heaved with every panted breath. Pleas spilled from her lips, sharp with desperation.
“How does her pussy feel?” Beck demanded.
“Too fucking good.” Seth shoved out the words between clenched teeth.
“Please!” Heavenly’s voice hitched on a sob. “Pleaseee.”
“You want him to come inside you, little girl?” Beck cajoled.
“Yes!”
“Beck,” Seth snarled, his thrusts uneven. “Fuck! I can’t…can’t fucking, hold?—”
“Wait!” Beck barked.
Seth stilled instantly, muscles straining and trembling as he held back. “What?”
Beck didn’t reply, simply grabbed the tweezer clip and secured it to Heavenly’s swollen clit.
Seconds later, her shrill screams pinged around the room, splitting the air.
Beck moaned. “Fuck, you look so pretty in pain. No coming, little girl. Understand?”
“No,” she all but sobbed, licking her suddenly dry lips. “Don’t do this. Don’t leave me to?—”
“Suffer? That’s the whole point.” He turned to Seth with an evil chuckle. “Flood her cunt.”
The PI didn’t hesitate, just cursed, then rammed inside her, establishing a driving, dizzying rhythm. Heavenly clawed at her ropes and sent him more of those beautifully helpless stares.
Then Seth shouted and stilled, every muscle in his body tense as he shuddered and tossed his head back. With a thunderous roar, Seth came, releasing every drop of his seed inside her as he rode out his searing climax.
When he finished shuddering and growling, Seth tore free and rolled away, panting wildly. Heavenly twisted in protest. Her hips rose in unfulfilled need as her thighs splayed even wider.
Beck didn’t wait for an invitation. He tore off his jeans, hissing as his weeping cock sprung free. Fisting his throbbing shaft, he hurtled himself between her thighs and stared at her swollen cunt.
“Beck…” She blinked at him, begging.
