The sensation of him splitting me open, and gliding against my walls has me immediately rotating my hips, and reversing the movement, but I don’t budge. Both Jasper and Cole have their hands on me, preventing me from moving.
“Did you miss the part where you can’t move? How am I supposed to draw realistic ravens on you if you don’t take the steps to ensure I have the best working conditions?” Cole’s tone is admonishing and filled with disappointment.
“Come here, Little Bird,” Jasper coos, drawing me against his body. His hand moves to the back of my head, turning me into his neck so my cheek rests against his shoulder. The other hand rests on my hip, his thumb tracing circles in a soothing motion. He kisses the top of my head, murmuring, “Good girl,” into my hair.
Several moments later, I feel Cole’s gloves press against my shoulder, preparing to get to work. He spreads wet liquid over my back, the scent of antiseptic soap filling the air, then a razor runs over the area he plans to mark today.
“Feeling good, buddy?” Vander asks Grayson. I tune them out as they continue to converse, instead focusing on the sensation of Jasper’s cock stretching me.
Desire pools in my core. It could all be in my head, but I can almost feel it dripping out of me. His cock has to be soaked with my juices. The glide would be exquisite right now, and I want nothing more than the sweet pleasure that comes with moving along his length. It’s torture remaining still.
I’m in such a Zen state, I don’t even flinch when Cole brings the needle against my skin, working on adding more ravens to my back. Creating the perfect memento for my kills. The needle prickles against my back in an enjoyable sensation, and I sigh, melting further into Jasper.
“You were so sexy, soaking my fingers with your cum as you killed that man.” As if to emphasize how much he truly means it, his cock twitches inside me.
A light whimper spills from my lips, and I squeeze my muscles around him, making him moan. Fuck, that feels good. I do it again. Then several more times. Enjoying the way I get the tiniest movement of his cock each time I bear down on him.
“As much as it pissed me off that you guys took more than the five minutes I gave you, I must admit, it was hot as fuck.” Cole wipes the area he’s working on with a paper towel. “Though, I’m surprised you aren’t mentioning the time when she squirted. Nothing was hotter than watching her cunt spray her release.”
Resounding sounds of agreement ring out around me, the others making it known how much they enjoyed it too. It’s nice to see Cole reminiscing about his punishment in a positive light. I was worried he might hold it against us, determined to retaliate and have to come out on top.
“Can’t we talk about something else?” I ask, my mind already fully consumed with the sensations in my cunt. The need to move, to have him thrust into me, or at the very least grind. Having them talk about times that they fucked me so good I was left weak in the knees is a rude tease when I’m being prevented from it now.
“I rather enjoy discussing your pussy and how responsive it is when we make you come.”
“Agreed,” Cole pipes in, dipping his gun into the ink. We go on like this for a while. Me cock warming Jasper, clenching against him to work myself toward an orgasm I’m never quite able to grab ahold of, and Cole adding to his masterpiece. It seems to last forever, my sense of time distorted with the haze of pleasure swallowing me completely.
We settle into a rhythm of his cock pulsing, tapping against my sensitive nerves, and me squeezing him. Warmth builds and I become hyper focused on every sensation the experience offers. It’s almost like I can feel my clit crying with desperation to be touched.
I’m jarred from the warm cocoon I’m wrapped in when strong hands lift me into the air, ripping me off the cock I’ve grown to feel as if I’ve melded with, and set me on the couch. The cold leather shocking my body. I shiver and my skin tugs where tape holds Saran wrap over the newest additions, protecting it from contaminants infecting it.
“Time for the hearts I’ve requested. Still want yours on your inner thigh?” Vander asks, kneeling in front of me. I nod my head, blinking my eyes, trying to clear the haze clinging to me. “Here?” He traces the shape on my leg where I pointed when he mentioned it originally.
“There,” I manage to croak. My throat has become dry. All the moisture probably found its way to my cunt. Or perhaps my eyes, where they prick with the frustration of finding myself empty. The strange desire to weep holds me hostage.
He glances over his shoulder and traces another heart over my collarbone. “And the other one goes here.”
“Got it,” Cole says, licking his lips. I mimic the motion, wetting my lips. It draws a smirk to Cole’s face, but his eyes remain focused on what he’s doing.
I’m not able to keep my attention on him for long, as Vander’s warm hands find their way between my knees, spreading my legs wide. He kneels between them, preventing me from closing them, and his fingers work to tease along my inner thighs. “Remember the rules, Reginetta. No moving, no matter how many orgasms I give you.“ An evil smile tugs at the corners of his lips and the expression is matched in his eyes. I’m in for a world of trouble. First, I was practically denied the option, even though it felt like I was always on the cusp of reaching it. Now it feels like I’m so worked up, it’ll be forced from my body. I’m in no position to even attempt to hold myself back.
Jasper threads his fingers through mine, and Grayson does the same on the other side. One glance at him shows he’s still under the effects of the drug, his eyes droopy and unfocused.
Vander’s fingers trail through my slit, and I suck in a sharp breath, watching him carefully. I almost wonder if he teased me with talk of giving me endless orgasms, only to edge me to insanity. It seems like something he would do, and I hold my breath, waiting to find out.
As if he was simply waiting for Cole to start, he doesn’t dip his head until the needle meets my skin once more. This time on my collarbone where he showed Cole he wanted his heart. The moment the delightful prickles dig into me, Vander sucks on my clit.
It’s like an explosion goes off, cascading pleasure pulsing through my body. The long stretch of time spent building up my desire has now turned into a slippery slope. Muscles clench throughout my body, an orgasm threatening to rip me apart as I attempt to hold myself still. I grip their hands tighter, using them to anchor me, but I’m not sure it’ll be enough.
The threat may not seem as great with him not working on my ravens. But it’s still something that will permanently remain on my body.
Vander slips two fingers inside me. They glide in with no resistance, which isn’t surprising in the least. He curls them so he’s pressing against my G-spot, and I swear stars burst in my vision. “Cole,” I warn, milliseconds before the orgasm hits me like a freight train. He lifts the needle and I thread my fingers through Vander’s hair, grinding my cunt against his face.
I tilt my head back, my eyes fluttering closed as I ride out the euphoric waves. My body convulses, shaking uncontrollably. It’s so intense, my toes curl. All the while, Vander continues rubbing his touch against my walls and sucking my clit, his tongue flicking back and forth like he’s the devil possessed.
When my body collapses, my muscles giving out from being clenched for so long, Cole returns to tattooing me. He acts as if nothing happened. Simply wiping his paper towel across my skin to clear the view of his work. And of course, Vander doesn’t stop at the one. He eats me like a man starved. Like he’s found the fountain of youth and he has to drink every drop or risk not gaining the benefits.
Everything becomes even more intense when Cole moves to my thigh. Vander doubles down on his efforts, despite having Cole’s tattoo gun so close to his face. It also frees up my chest, and Grayson doesn’t wait to take advantage. His warm mouth surrounds my nipple, biting down on it while Jasper pinches the other. Pain shoots through me, aiding Vander.