Page 13 of Whispers In Wonderland

“Yes, Sir,” I agree, trying to contain the nerves skittering down my spine and sound contrite.

With this many people in the room and my Dom’s wicked sense of creativity, there’s little doubt I’m in for a tall task, and I’ve already got a vibrator up my ass and clamps on my nipples that are making my upper thighs slick with arousal.

If I’m really lucky I’ll get two lemurs and my delicious Dom all at once.

My heart races with anticipation as arousal thrums through me as Zuzu steps behind me.

"You may begin," Derek orders, "Don't be too easy on her, she likes it rough."

The head of Zuzu's shaft notches against my opening and he thrusts in balls deep in one hard thrust, as I gasp at the sudden fullness.

"Slow, steady and deep," Derek says, as the vibrations in my ass become more intense.

Zuzu obeys, slamming into me again. He pauses a moment deep inside and then withdraws slowly. With my ass so full he feels like a jack hammer driving deep into my core.

Satisfied with Zuzu's pace, Derek lives up to the demon persona of his mask and when he turns his attention to Sasha and says, "You and I are going to coordinate, little one. I'm going to flog her back in counterpoint to Zuzu's thrusts. You'll tug on that chain in sync with me."

Sasha gasps in astonishment as the onslaught of sensation that's about to break loose in my body blows my mind.

There's no way I last three minutes with all of them pushing my buttons.

Zuzu groans at the directions as well, or maybe because his cock is being tortured by the vibrator in my ass too.

Derek's eyes meet mine and I can see the sadist within him is delighted with this set up. "You've earned twelve strokes, Kitten. Zuzu will enter you first, then my crop will land. You'll count them out, as usual. You may not come until you've taken all the lashes and it's my cock inside you. Do you understand?"

Impossible. It's an impossible task, he has to know it. But I won't give in.

"Yes, Sir. I'll count the lashes and then cum on your cock," I say, with far more confidence than I feel.

"Excellent." He nods and begins undoing his pants, and removing them while speaking to the man impaling me with his cock. "You may come on or after stroke ten, or save your release for your mate your choice. The test begins with the first blow of the crop. Begin now."

"Yes, Sir." Zuzu says and withdraws until his tip barely rests inside me before slamming home. Once, twice, three more slow, deep, delicious thrusts before I hear the swish of leather in the air and the crop lands below my right shoulder blade. An instant later my nipples are on fire as Sasha pulls the chain connecting them.

"Fuuuck," I growl, and at Demons low chuckle, I remember to grind out, "One, thank you, Sir."

When the second set of sensations hit me on the heels of the first, black spots dance in front of my eyes as I scream. By the third and fourth set, sweat rolls down my face with the intense effort needed to count and not drift away on the pulsing need rolling through me.

"Five, thank you, Sir," I say feeling tears leaking down my face. My entire body is throbbing with every rapid beat of my heart.

I lose track of time, and then Sasha's voice is in my ear, pulling me back from madness, "That was eight. You're almost done. Be strong."

Gasping for air, I count it off and steel myself to finish.

Nine, ten, eleven.

This time it's Derek's voice in my ear, "One more, Kitten, then you can come on my cock."

I shriek as the last blow lands and Sasha removes the clamps, sending waves of unfathomable pleasure and pain coursing through me. My hands are clenched into fists so tight my nails must be drawing blood.

"Excellent job, Kitten." Derek praises as Zuzu withdraws, leaving my throbbing pussy clenching desperately at the air. Sasha rises from her knees and the two of them make their way over to the bed to fuck like the animals they came dressed as tonight.

My toes curl as I feel Derek's familiar cock slide into my hypersensitive pussy, bare. I manage to hold back my orgasm for three deep thrusts of his cock and then I'm soaring in bliss.

When I regain my senses, an unknowable amount of time later, my head is still spinning even though my cheek is pillowed on Derek's naked chest, and I've never felt more alive or free.

CHAPTER NINE

DEREK

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