“Yes, please, Sir.”
“Mm, you ask so nicely.” I drag my teeth along her shoulder, reveling in the way she flutters around me. “But I don’t think you’ve given me enough orgasms.”
“I have!” She insists. “I can’t take it anymore.”
“You’ll take it for as long as I see fit, and if you’re truly uncomfortable or hurting, you’ll say your safe word,” I remind her. “Do you need to say red?”
Hannah shakes her head. “No, Sir.”
“Then you’ll come as many times as I see fit before I paint your pussy with my cum.”
“Now what do we have here?” A voice comes from the doorway, causing Hannah to jolt in surprise.
Oh, this should be fun.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
HANNAH
Asher’s eyes move over my body, locking on the place Rowan and I are joined.
My cheeks heat at his inspection. If I had use of my arms, I would try to cover myself, try to maintain some of my modesty.
But unfortunately for me, Rowan still has them trapped, and I’m open for their viewing pleasure.
“Look how perfectly you stretch around him, Little Doe.” He pushes off the door frame and stalks toward us.
“He’s torturing me,” I whine, jutting out my bottom lip.
“Oh yes, it looks like you’re in agony,” he deadpans.
“Why don’t you tell him what I’m doing to you, Hannah?” Rowan rumbles against the shell of my ear, sending a shiver through my body.
His fingers move over my clit in slow, maddening circles, the hum of my next release building deep in my core.
I’ve never come this many times in a row. Sure, I’ve had multiple orgasms, but there’s a difference between that and having my poor sensitive clit constantly stimulated without a break.
Rowan’s fingers disappear for a moment, and I slump against his chest in relief. Even if it’s just a few minutes, it will ease the sweet agony.
But I’m quickly pulled out of my fantasy when his fingers slap down on the bundle of nerves, tearing a scream from my throat.
“I don’t like to repeat myself, Hannah.”
I press my eyes closed, gathering what little composure I can muster when my body and mind are at war. “He…he’s making me come over and over to milk him without moving,” I sob, the line between pleasure and pain well and truly blurred.
“Oh, how fun.” Asher smirks. He crouches down in front of me, his fingers brushing down the side of my face. “You look beautiful, baby.”
“It hurts.”
“I know it does. But you’re being such a good girl, taking everything he’s giving you.”
His words send a shiver of need through me, the ache in my core intensifying until I’m right at the edge again.
Goddamn it, why do I have to be so affected by their praise?
It’s your raging praise kink, babe.
Rowan increases the pressure, pushing me higher despite how badly my body begs for rest.
