“No,” she begged, her thrashes so weak the rope barely swayed. “Please. I can’t.” Her eyes were wide and big, the moisture bringing out the mossy hues in her irises. “It’s too much.”
Ignoring her objections, Gedeon deposited me behind her. “Move her hips back.”
Clutching the fleshy part below her hipbones, I yanked her back. The move forced her to rise onto her tiptoes and arch her back, her arms stretched high above her.
A small cry echoed in the house, but she complied, remaining in the position, non-combative despite having more than a hunch about what awaited her.
“You will take anything and everything we give you,” Gedeon warned her.
Together, we turned her to face the full-body, frameless mirror hanging on the wall.
The reflection betrayed her desperation. “But?—”
“Observe him, Kali,” he ordered as he came to a stop behind me. “See why I enjoy watching you two so much.”
Her gaze flicked to mine in the polished, glasslike surface right as Gedeon plastered his front to my back. His body heat soaked into me through the cotton fabric of the strawberry t-shirt he still wore.
I hadn’t expected him to keep up the pretense of liking it like he did during the celebration, but seeing him don it instead of tearing it off caused my chest to swell.
“It’s going to go like this.” Gedeon’s palm slid down my sternum, stomach, all the way down to?—
A hiss escaped my clenched teeth. He’d gripped my cock and given me a short pump.
“You will pound her until she can’t speak anymore,” he said, his other hand resting on my chest, over my thundering heart. “Only if she is not able to talk will I consider your punishment complete.” He positioned me at her entrance, and I lost my breath at how dripping wet she was. I could sink inside her without a second thought.
A gasp floated out of her, but she held her attention fixed on our reflection in the mirror.
Her nipples pebbled, her pussy drenched, more than ready for me, the faint wiggle of her backside, Gedeon toying with me—this had to be the supposed heaven.
The weight of Gedeon’s crotch pressing into me vanished?—
He slammed his hips into my ass. The momentum carried me forward, and I plunged into her.
Fuck. Me.
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ZION
Rocking in her binds, Kali gasped.
With his hips locking me in place, preventing me from thrusting, Gedeon squeezed the base of my dick. “Feel how well you take him.”
She clamped down on me so strongly I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.
More. I needed more. I didn’t even care more of what precisely.
“Move, Zion,” Gedeon murmured against my feverish skin, and the moisture chilled the overheating area.
But his command had unhooked my chains, unleashing me and, gradually, inch by inch, I pulled out while leaning into him.
On Kali’s whimper, I rammed back in.
Out and in.
And back in.
And again.
