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The distraction works because I’m so consumed with Damon’s touch that when Timothy pushes a finger in from behind, stretching me, I don’t fight it.
“Oh,” I breathe out.
“Feel good?” Hunter asks, finally walking over to play. His pants are unbuttoned, and he strokes himself.
“So good,” I mumble over Damon’s tongue. The sensation intensifies when Timothy’s finger starts to move. “Oh, God.”
“That’s it, Nettie. Jesus, you’re doing so good.” Hunter leans over and lays a palm on my ass, pushing my cheeks farther apart. “Can you take a little more? Another finger?”
“Yes.”
I look over my shoulder and watch Timothy massage the area before inserting the second finger. It burns, but the pain shifts when Damon tugs at the chain, drawing me back to him. “Keep focused, Ari.”
Damon’s mouth moves to one breast, and on the other side, Hunter pulls my torso to him, doing the same. They kiss and lick, none of them in a rush. I can’t forget myself, not with the two of them warring over each nipple–my movements threaten to tug at the chain. Timothy continues to fuck me with his fingers, prepping me for what he wants to do next. I know that this is just the beginning–the build-up that comes before the bigger rush.
I’ve been in danger so many times in the past few months, but this is different. Letting them possess me like this, all together, bodies bound… this time survival means something different, and to reach it I’ll have to succumb to my men completely.
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Hunter
I used to think that if I couldn’t touch, watching was enough.
That was before Arianette.
I thought I’d never get past that urge to inflict pain–and I still like it. Watching her wince when that delicate chain tugs between her nipples is like a shot of pure euphoria. Listening to the little broken pants she makes while Timothy spreads her tight little hole with his fingers sounds like a goddamn symphony.
But this… this is better. More satisfying. Being part of the group as we wind her up together, drawing those desperate, needy sounds from her as her body completely takes over. She’s fucking beautiful like this–flushed and trembling, completely surrendered to us.
I suck on her tit, tongue latching onto her pierced nipple, while one hand palms the perfect curve of her ass. Timothy pumps his fingers in and out of her twice more, then slowly withdraws them.
“She’s ready,” he says, voice rough with restraint.
Damon licks her other nipple one final time, then nudges me off. “Come here,” he murmurs, shifting down the large platform a little and pulling Ari into his lap. He doesn’t fuck her right away. He holds her still, her legs straddling his hips, his thick cock trapped between them.
“You know what’s happening, right?” Damon asks her, his hands massaging her ass cheeks, spreading her open for Timothy.
“Daddy’s going to fuck me,” she breathes.
“That’s right,” Damon says, brushing his thumb over her cheek with surprising tenderness. “And then I’m going to fuck you, too.” His voice drops lower. “What do you want Hunter to do?”
Her eyes lock with mine, dark and glassy with lust. “I want your hands on me while I taste you.”
Fuck.
I’ll give her anything she wants. Any way she wants it.
Timothy moves in behind her, coating his cock generously with lube before lining up. I wrap my hand gently in her hair, forcing her eyes up to mine. I want to see the exact moment he enters her.
It doesn’t take long. He’s so hard you can tell it hurts. Her eyes widen, lips parting on a sharp gasp as Timothy begins to push inside her ass. Her fingers dig into Damon’s biceps, holding on tight.
“Relax,” Damon tells her soothingly. I nod, stroking her cheek. “Let him in, baby.”
Timothy touches her gently, but the groan that tears out of him is loud and raw. “Christ,” he mutters, sinking deeper. “So fucking tight.”
His first thrust is gentle–a careful test.
I’m not sure if it’s planned or if his patience just snaps. Arms straining, DK holds her upright, lifting her high enough to get his cock between them. Without warning, he pulls her down over his shaft. The dual sensation makes Ari’s whole body shudder.
