I bury my face into the bedsheets, muffling my strangled moans and whimpers as my hands grip the fabric. My clit throbs in time with my racing heartbeat and I’m so turned on that my arousal is coating the inside of my thighs.
I’m not sure how many times Rhys spanks me before he finally stops to stroke his hands over my abused flesh. My skin is so sensitive that I whimper and jolt against his palms.
“Colour?” he asks hoarsely.
I do a quick check of myself before answering. “Green, sir.” The bedding muffles my breathy voice.
“Good girl.” His hands disappear from my flesh. “What do you think? She reddens so beautifully, don’t you think?” I can hear the male satisfaction in his voice.
A new set of hands caress my ass, these smoother than Rhys’s. Theo’s?
“She looks so pretty. I wish we could take a picture,” Theo says, confirming my assumption. He moves his hands until they’re gripping my cheeks before pulling them apart, exposing my soaked core to the cool air. “You’re fuckingdripping, baby. Did you enjoy Rhys spanking this bratty ass?”
All I can do is moan and nod.
He chuckles just as a second set of hands—big hands that can only be Alex’s—skim up the inside of my thighs to my clit. Finger brush against it, causing pleasure to bolt through me. I gasp and arch into the touch as my stomach tightens and my pussy clenches.
Holy shit. I’m way closer to orgasm than I should be considering I’ve only been spanked.
“Careful,” Rhys warns. “I don’t want her coming just yet. The brat still owes me a couple of edged orgasms.”
Fuuuck. Why does my twisted body like that idea?
You’d think I’d hate being edged, but it only turns me on more. To where I’m not sure if I should beg to come, or beg to keep being edged.
Not that it matters since Rhys will do whatever the fuck he wants, regardless of what I beg for. Within my limits, obviously. But the knowledge that I can just sit back and let this man do what he wants without fear of him hurting me is freeing in a way I’ve never experienced before. I can just relax and enjoy the ride.
“You want some help with that edging?” Alex asks as his fingers brush against my clit, causing another wave of pleasure that has me moaning.
“Of course,” Rhys replies with a dark chuckle. “Feel free to do what you want and move her however you like.”
Alex hums in contemplation before plunging two fingers inside me. I gasp at the sudden invasion, my pussy struggling to stretch around him even as my hips buck, demanding more. Those thick fingers easily find my gspot and press down with each stroke while his thumb circles my clit.
Pressure builds inside me with each caress, shoving me closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant into the bedsheets, my voice progressively getting higher and higher until I can barely speak. My body locks up, my orgasm so close that my stomach tenses in preparation.
Until Alex rips his hand away, leaving me empty.
“Alex,” I whine, unable to stop myself even though I knew it was coming.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. Bastard. “Boss’s orders.” He leans closer, his breath ghosting over my neck. “And payback’s a bitch.”
Payback? For wha—Oh no. Is he getting me back for teasing him while he was tied up all those weeks ago? My eyes widen.
“Wait, Alex—”
“That’s one,” Theo interrupts with wicked glee, cutting me off before I can ask Alex to be reasonable. He’s still holding my ass cheeks apart, giving the entire room an unrestricted view of my desperate pussy clenching on air. “How many were you planning on giving her?”
“Hmm, at least three,” Rhys says. “Maybe more, depending on how much she begs.”
Shit. I’m just about ready to begnow.
Theo’s hands release my ass cheeks to grab my hips before easily shoving me up and onto the bed. “Stay on your knees,” he orders as hepushes between my shoulder blades until my chest presses against the bed. “Spread your legs.”
I scramble to do as I’m told, my skin hot and tight, and my clit throbbing with a need to come. Theo’s hands skim down over my hips, ass and to my upper thighs, his touch sending tendrils of pain and pleasure straight to my core. With his thumbs, he parts my labia, causing cold air to brush against my swollen, sensitive pussy.
“So fucking wet and needy for us, aren’t you, princess?” he taunts, hot breath fanning across sensitive flesh seconds before his tongue runs from the bottom of my pussy to the top.
A long moan tears from my throat as euphoria sears my nerve endings and my hips buck against his tongue. Theo echoes my moan with a growl that vibrates against my clit, leaving me panting and writhing in his grasp.
