I slam into Pandora, and she makes another sound as she slides forward, taking even more of River’s cock. My fingers dig into the beautiful red marks on her ass.
She’s fucking gorgeous.
I can’t let her get destroyed by Holden or Brock or Ezio.
Or my father.
I force myself to focus on the here and now, on how her cunt is warm and tight around me, how she squeezes and makes her inner walls ripple in the most interesting sensation. I chase the arousal, the high, getting closer and closer to the edge.
“You close, Pandora?” I ask, my breath coming in harsh pants. “If we’re fast, we can end this before River comes.”
River shoots me a glare. “Oh, like that’s going to happen,” he says,starting to thrust more quickly into her mouth. “I’m not stopping until I come.”
Pandora squeezes her thighs, and the pleasure that was slowly building inside me slams into me hard. I cry out as I shoot into her, my heart thundering in my ears.
She must be doing something similar with her mouth around River, because he jerks and holds her tight for a moment, hips sporadically thrusting until he lets out a groan and pulls away.
“Fuck,” River says. “Did she come?”
“Yeah.” Pandora sits up, making my cock reluctantly drag out of her. My cum drips down her thighs, which is another beautiful sight to behold.
I’m about to reach over to help her get free of the cuffs, when she contorts her hand— then pulls one cuff open.
I stare in disbelief.
“What, you think I wouldn’t know how to get out of my own bondage devices?” Pandora asks. She wipes at her mouth, then collapses down onto the bed, her head in River’s lap. “Fuck. You could have warned a girl.”
“No,” I grumble. “No, I could not have.” I rub my fingers along her thighs and smear my cum into her skin. “You didn’t warnusthat you were going to do something stupid.”
“What’s stupid? We all had a great time.” Pandora smiles up at us. “Right, River?”
“Brock and Holden didn’t. They seem pretty pissed about some rats,” River says.
Pandora laughs. “I guess they would be.” She gives us a curious look. “Just Brock and Holden? Not Keegan?”
I grab some tissues from the bedside table to wipe my cock clean. “No Keegan. Why? Should we be concerned?”
Pandora reaches over to the desk for her phone. “Probably not. If he’s not scared shitlessnow, then he’s got balls of steel.” She tilts her head. “I’ll need a diamond tipped saw to cut them off then. Or maybe ablowtorch.”
I give River a bewildered look. He shakes his head. He doesn’t understand any more than I do.
“What the fuck is going on, Pandora?” I ask. “I told you to leave the frat stuff to me.”
Not that the flogging-and-sex is going to dissuade her from doing it again.
“No,” Pandora says as she taps on her phone. “You said to wait on the murder thing. I didn’t murder anyone!”
She holds her phone out to me.
The first thing I notice is the fact that there’s a naked man on screen, and it’s not me, River, or Asch. Jealousy courses through me, white and hot, until I notice that it’s Keegan, and that there are things written on him.
Trash. Fuckboy. Coward. Filth.
Tell us how you really feel about him, Pandora.
“You did this?” I ask, zooming in on the cuffs around Keegan’s wrists. Those aren’t the same ones we’d used on her.
I bet they aren’t as easy to escape, either.
