Page 63 of Harper’s Renegades

This man was trying to kill me. I just knew it. By telling me I couldn’t make a sound, he’d put me in one of the hardest positions since I was an incredibly vocal person during sex.

He swirled his thumb around my back entrance, pressing at it gently while he used his other hand to flick my clit. Biting down on the pillow, I moaned as softly as I could.

“You like that, doll?” he asked as he pressed just a little harder so the tip of his thumb broke past the opening.

A whine leaked out as I tried to press into his touch. Crack! Another slap to my ass had me freeze.

“Good girls get what they are given and don’t ask for more,” Magnus warned.

Peering back at him, I nodded.

“I want to hear you understand me, doll.”

“Yes, my king, I understand,” I whispered.

His hand rubbed over the pink mark lovingly. “Good girl, I love that you’re so responsive, but the best things come to those who wait.”

I nodded, clutching the pillow tightly as he started again, only this time he slid two fingers in my pussy and stopped. I could feel the walls of my core clamping around them, trying to gain the friction it so desperately wanted, but I didn’t so much as wiggle to help in that quest.

“What a fast learner you are, doll,” Magnus praised, leaning to whisper in my ear. “That earns you a reward.”

Before I could even begin to consider where he was going to take that, two things happened. A hand reached around to cup my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers, and he moved his goddamn fingers. Slamming my face into the pillow as Magnus pumped those two fingers in and out of me, twisting them out to add even more friction. Each time he thrust back in, he would tug at my nipple, making my body explode with sensation.

It took everything in me not to make a sound he could hear. Whimpers, moans, and soft cries found their home in the pillow I was going to chew a hole through. He released my breast to return his attention to my ass, pressing his thumb to the first knuckle and massaging the opening. With all the stimulation happening at once, I didn’t know where to focus other than keeping as silent as possible.

He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and used that hand wet with my own personal brand of lube to work them into my ass. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep my body from arching my back to give him a better angle. Thankfully, that didn’t seem to break the rules as he slowly nudged them deeper, spreading his fingers to widen me enough to take his cock.

God, I wanted him to stuff me, to feel owned by him in a way only he could provide. The other two were amazing, but I knew when it came to Magnus, I was his doll to play with, and I loved it. Some might see that as giving up power or stripping me from my feminist rights. To me, it was being able to surrender and trust in the person I gave that power to. Yet the thing people always forgot is that if I said it needed to stop, it would happen instantly. I wasn’t without power. I just chose to let him believe he had it while I enjoyed the benefits of that exchange.

“I think you’re ready for me, doll,” Magnus announced as he removed his fingers.

Relaxing, I caught my breath, peering over my shoulder as he added more lube to my ass and stroked more over his throbbing cock. Just the anticipation of what was about to happen had me tucking my knees to offer up my ass at a better angle.

Magnus noticed this, of course, and grinned as he slipped a finger back in, making sure the lube was spread out. “Looks like someone’s begging for this cock. I love watching you speak with your whole body when you can’t use words.” He settled behind me, taking his dick in hand and pressing the head against my entrance. “That’s it, open up for me, doll. Take this cock deep like the good girl I know you are.”

Ugh. His dirty talk made my body burn even hotter with desire. I truly wanted to be his good girl that he fucked the shit out of right now. My desire to speak and tell him just that was incredibly hard to fight, but somehow, I managed. Clinging desperately to the pillow, I moaned long and deep as he filled me. When I felt his hips meet mine, I knew that every inch of that cock was now seated in my ass, something I was oddly proud of being able to do. He gave me a moment to adjust to the fullness but soon, I was clenching around him, urging him to do something.

His hands settled on my hips, gripping them tight enough I knew I was going to carry bruises later. Slowly, he pulled out, allowing me to feel each piercing, sending sensations I’d never felt before through my body. It was like I could feel each nerve ending as the metal slid across it. Then when he was almost to the point of pulling out, he slammed into me, thrusting me into the couch, my face smashing into the pillow. Thank God because it muffled the scream that erupted from my lungs.

“Is this what you wanted, doll, for me to ride this as I make you scream out my name while you come around my cock?” Magnus asked in a harsh whisper as he rammed into me time and time again.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head, letting him use my ass as his personal fuck toy. Somewhere along the way, he pulled out, abruptly flipping me on my back, only to pull my hips up into the air, straddling me, and pile driving right back into me. I slammed the pillow over my face as I stared up at him, my neck at an awkward angle, but I didn’t give a shit. I caught motion out of the corner of my eye, and there was Ghost, cock in hand, rubbing one out to the sight of us.

“Look, doll,” Magnus demanded. “See how he can’t take his eyes off you. He knows he can’t have you right now, and it’s driving him mad he can only use his hand to get off.”

The angle I was at now forced him so much deeper into me that I thought he would split me open. My eyes watered as the blend of pain and pleasure became almost too overwhelming.

“Does my doll want to come?” Magnus asked.

My eyes locked on his hazel gaze, and I nodded.

“I want to hear your voice, doll. Tell me exactly what you want,” Magnus instructed, never once slowing down his assault on my ass.

The pillow fell to the side when I relaxed my hold on it, licking my lips while I tried to find my voice. “Please, my king, I wish to come,” I croaked. “Please, please let me come. I’ve been a good girl.”

Magnus paused and looked over at his brother. “What do you think, Ghost? Has she been a good girl? The rules were you couldn’t hear her, so what made you come back out?”

My head whipped to the side to see what Ghost would say. I knew with every fiber of my being that if he said he heard me, Magnus wouldn’t let me come.