I nodded and he stepped closer, slid his fingers into the hair at the back of my head.
“You wouldn’t want to hide from us if you knew how beautiful you are.” There was a kind of anguish in his voice. “How much we all still want to fuck you.”
I sighed as his mouth closed over mine, his tongue pushing between the seam of my lips to sweep through my mouth. I slid my hands up his chest, mapping the peaks and valleys with my fingers, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my body into his.
He groaned and took the kiss deeper, his tongue on a rampage through my mouth, devouring me as his fingers tightened in my hair, forcing my head back until I had to fight to stay upright.
He was swallowing me whole, his dick hot and hard against my bare stomach, and my pussy pulsed with need.
“Are you going to bogart our mouse all night?” Vigo said behind me.
“You’ve had your turn,” Hawk growled, breaking the kiss.
“I haven’t," Jagger said, moving behind me.
He was hard too, and his cock nestled against the crack of my ass as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.
He touched his lips to my neck and I felt the hot stroke of his tongue against the sensitive skin under my ear.
“Hand me those clamps,” Hawk said.
I didn’t both asking questions. This was their domain, and I’d learned that whatever they did to me — whatever toys they used — would ultimately bring me more pleasure than I could have imagined before they’d escorted me out of the tunnels all those weeks ago.
I heard the soft chime of metal on metal, and then, warm hands on my tits followed by cool metal pinching my right nipple.
At first the clamp was just tight enough to be stimulating but a moment later it got tighter and I gasped with the pleasure-pain of it.
“You’ll get used to it,” Hawk said, tightening another clamp on my left nipple.
“Get used to it?” Jagger said against my ear. “She’s going to fucking love it.”
Jagger held my tits in his hands and tugged on one of the clamps and a swell of wet heat rushed between my thighs.
“How’s that?” he murmured against my shoulder.
“Good,” I gasped when he tugged on the other one. “It’s… good.”
Hawk had been right: I was already getting used to it. Already feeling how it heightened my pleasure, how it made me even wetter.
“Well, shit,” Vigo said. “I guess I’ll just take advantage of this front row seat.”
I heard the water move and guessed Vigo was wading into the hot tub, wondered if he’d take his dick in his hand and gethimself off while he watched what Hawk and Jagger were doing to me.
I was lost in Hawk’s kiss, in the tug of the clamps on my nipples as Jagger touched his mouth to my shoulders, his big arms holding me tight against him.
Then Hawk slid a hand between my thighs, stroking through my wet folds, and I moaned into his mouth.
He broke away. “She’s already soaked. Let’s get her in the water.”
He took my hand and tugged, but my feet were welded to the ground, the thought of getting into the hot tub without my sight suddenly intimidating. I could hear the hot tub, could smell it, could even feel the heat emanating from it.
But I couldn’t see it and that changed everything.
“I can’t,” I said. “I’m… I’m scared.”
I’d said it to Hawk and Vigo when they’d found me in the ravine, when we’d been waiting for search and rescue, but I hated admitting it to them in the real world where I was supposed to be whole.
“I’ll carry you in,” Hawk said, his body brushing against mine.
