Page 141 of Your Side of the Offense

It’s exactly what I need to tip over; I exhale the last of my air, my body pulling together intensely as a vicious orgasm bulldozes through me.

Running out of air, my body tenses in alarm this time. My eyes widen and I try to shake him off.

Harvey chuckles, biting the base of my neck hard, licking the area before loosening a little. I draw air in large gulps and my body goes numb when the vibrator is removed from my abused parts. Caleb unclasps the harness that held it to me and my head falls forward, a tear of relief rolling down my cheek.

But it’s a foolish hope, he readjusts its settings, setting it to a higher intensity. My eyes widen in fear and I cry out when he latches it to my clit once more.

I was wrong. I thought I was numb, but it was like he had found new nerves. I blink at him, unbelieving as the orgasm rushes me as fast as I am catching my breath and I detonate, my stomach clenching, I roar behind the gag and Harvey bites my other side.

Caleb doesn’t cease the torture, moving the device up and down, making me bite hard on the gag, groaning.

My chest gets hot, my breathing harder and Harvey quickly removes the ball gag. But another orgasm rolls over me, as Harvey bites me again and I throw my head back as another orgasm stacks on top of the first, undoing me completely. I feel hot and cold, body tight and loose as I ride down.

“Pl-pl-p-p-…” my eyes rolled back.

“One more, Sunshine.” Jaden moves forward and kneels next to Caleb.

I glare, blinking away the tears. “F-f-fuck you!”

He grins.

“Just one more, Peach. Give us one more.” Archer stands next to Caleb like a fucking cheerleader. They at least have the decency to look at me like they are cheering me on.

“He-help me, Arch.”

“Bad girl,” Jaden says, waving a finger in front of me.

“B—”

“You will give us everything,” Harvey growls in my ear. “You understand?”

My body responds, adding to the puddle underneath me.

Harvey grabs my chin and turns me to him, watching my face like it’s something heavenly, and nods in approval. He waits for me to respond and a cuss is at the tip of my tongue but I end up nodding, picking my battles. My boyfriends are psychos having a good time at my expense.

He stares at my swollen lips.

“Breathtaking,” Harvey praises.

Like the psycho he is, he licks my tears. I breathe through the tender moment, allowing my forehead to rest on his. He takes my lips in a passionate kiss that makes me forget I have a name. I have lost myself in the kiss so much that I only realize when he pulls back that the vibrator isn’t torturing me anymore.

“My turn,” he kneels before me, replacing Caleb.

Harvey takes a moment like he is trying to commit the moment and my state to memory. I am on a chair with a hole, bound feet, and hands, my back rough with thick, cold wax. I feel like a soldier who has been to war. The ropes will leave marks, and I probably won’t be able to walk right for a few days.

The thought makes me smile.

They look at me with looks of admiration, and I allow the brief moment for love to have its place.

Bending, Harvey brings his mouth to my weeping center and brings me back to the present matter. He fucks my swollen hole with his tongue and I groan in frustration. The pleasure toys with me, but he doesn’t press enough to make me come.

I want to demand he put me out of my misery but they will have no problem prolonging the torture if I do.

“P-p-please…” I mewl.

He groans against my clit before circling it once, sending my whole body tight. I make a foreign sound.

“Ha-Harvey, I beg you. Please.”

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