Page 39 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

Misha worked his face from side to side, the pressure building to an impossible level. Pleasure spiked so hard and fast, I collapsed onto him, my body shuddering.

Viktor and Leo were there an instant later, moving me off Misha and pressing my back into Leo’s chest.

“This is mine.” He splayed a hand over my stomach, the head of his cock pressing into my ass. “All mine. I claim first rights, Peyton.” He eased into me.

I wiggled my hips, the pressure intensifying. Too much. Fuck. He was too big. I couldn’t do this. I opened my mouth to tell him, but then he pressed his thumb against my clit, making small circles. “Oh, fuck.” I groaned and arched. What had been too much was now not enough. “More.” My spine bowed, thrusting my breasts up. “More.”

Then, Viktor was there, the head of his cock notched at my entrance. He took a nipple into his mouth, his teeth worrying it as he thrust deep.

“Ahh.” I lost the ability to speak.

“I’m not even halfway in yet, Peyton.” Leo nipped my earlobe and inched his way in. “You’re so damned tight. Such a sweet, tight ass.”

Viktor raised his head. “You’re going to take all of him. All of us. We changed our minds. This is what we want right now. Your mouth is going to be far too busy screaming our names. And we want to hear it.” He bottomed out inside me, then hooked his arms around my knees and spread my legs as wide as they’d go. “Look.”

I whimpered but looked down where they locked inside me.

Leo’s cock strained.

Viktor withdrew to the tip, and my entire body quaked at the emptiness.

I shouldn’t feel empty with Leo invading deeper into my ass with every second, but I was a greedy bitch. I wanted it all. “Please.” I gripped Viktor’s hips and tugged. “More.”

He clicked his tongue at me. “You do not make the rules tonight, Peyton. I thought we made that clear.”

I whimpered as Viktor withdrew as well. “No. Please.”

Leo climbed off the bed. “Make her pay, Viktor.”

Viktor flipped me onto my stomach, then hauled me onto my knees and pushed my head into the mattress. “You wanted more.” A stinging slap bounced across my ass. “This is what you get.”

I cried out, the light pain spiking my pleasure. Without even thinking about it, I pushed my hips back, the emptiness unbearable. “I need to come. Please. I’m so empty. I need you.”

“You need what we say you need.” Viktor slapped my ass again, harder and sharper than before. “Leo wanted to claim your ass. You had him right there. We were both there, both ready to give you what you needed. But then you had to open that mouth again.” He rubbed his cock between my legs but did not enter me. “Have you ever been gagged, Peyton? You said you wanted to scream, and we want to hear it. But maybe you need a little more discipline first. Misha would like that. You make him crazy.” Another glide of his shaft that left me quaking. “Misha is a hunter. He likes to stalk and subdue his prey. Would you like to play?”

What was I supposed to do?

“I asked you a question.” Another pop on my ass brought out a howling yes.

The weight on the bed shifted, and I didn’t have to look over my shoulder to know that Viktor had moved away.

Misha stalked over, a blindfold in one hand and handcuffs in the other.

A gag dangled from his wrist, and he waved all three at me. “The thrill starts with the chase. You have thirty seconds.” He helped me to the edge of the bed. “Run.” A pat on my ass sent me racing toward the door.

I didn’t even have the mental capacity to count. It didn’t matter. I wanted to be caught. I wanted to do all the things they imagined.

Footsteps sounded behind me. I’d barely made it a dozen steps when a strong arm wrapped around my waist, another around my throat. Misha squeezed just enough to make me lose my breath.

The bondage happened in slow motion.

First the blindfold, then the handcuffs.

Finally, the gag. Misha marched me in the direction of the playroom, but within seconds, I’d become so disoriented, all I knew was the sensation of his hands on my body.

My already peaked nipples tightened until they hurt.

When Misha stretched my arms over my head and something rattled before he locked my arms in place, I moaned around the gag.