Page 112 of Lock Up the Darkness

It was why it had me following his orders and when she got too close to the edge, I stopped and licked up her thighs, or her outer lips, avoiding the little bundle of nerves where she so desperately needed me.

She was sweating, groaning around Jonah’s thick cock, and bucking at the teasing.

And fucking dripping all over.

She was loving it.

I jolted when my jeans were suddenly ripped down over my ass.

But a gurgled whine from her and her starting to hump the bed to get what she wanted distracted me and I slapped her cunt, stopping her. I was gonna make her come. Not her. Not anybody else. Not until I’d had her first orgasm.

That was all tested in the next second when a blinding pain burned through my left ass cheek. Then my right.

I swung my head behind me to see Asher smiling sadistically as he brought her hairbrush down on my ass, grinding the rough bristles into my skin with every violent strike.

My eyes shot wide as I saw a condom covering his dick.

Another hit had me gritting my teeth.

“Eat,” he ordered, gesturing at Aurora’s inviting cunt.

He struck again, making my whole body buck and a roar leave me at the bitching pain that radiated through my right ass cheek. He’d broken skin, droplets of blood pearling where he’d struck. He swiped his thumb over them and spread it over his lips, then licked it clean. Fuck me.

“You’re long overdue for punishment, beautiful boy.”

Shit. “Ash—”

Another brutal strike had my protest catching in my throat, and my cock bouncing, the pain taking on another edge. Son of a bitch. He was gonna make me come for him, from the twisted erotic torture. He was calling to that other side of me. The side that had gotten off on it when Aurora had twisted and bruised my dick. The side that I had to keep checked too often that I sometimes forgot I even had it.

He moved closer, running a hand up and down his shaft.

“Eat,” he growled, growing pissed that I still hadn’t returned to doing what he wanted from me. I could hear Aurora whimpering, missing my tongue, my teasing touch.

“Either you get my cock first, or she does.”

“Fuck, Asher.”

“Oh, I will.”

“Hell, yeah,” Jonah was panting, losing it, and coming really close to blowing, as he picked up his pace and tore down Aurora’s throat. “Swallow all that cock. Choke on it like my fuck slut. Gonna feed you my cum. You gonna gulp it down for me, let it warm your belly, Princess?”

Princess? He’d upgraded her from firecracker, meaning he cared about her now, he was sentimental over her.

She murmured around his cock, licking and slathering his shaft as he fucked her face.

I couldn’t take it.

I couldn’t take stalling or second-guessing for another second.

“Let her come as he fills her throat,” Asher said, pushing me over the edge.

And then I shoved my tongue into her cunt and lost my shit.

I jolted forward with every fresh strike of the hairbrush on my abused ass, accepting the pain he was inflicting, taking it to another place that Aurora’s throbbing, needy cunt made all too easy, and getting off on it.

On the pain.

On the sadism.

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