Page 62 of Catastrophe

“Oh no. Please don’t ravish me as my punishment. I’d hate that,” Clawdia stated flatly; then she licked her lips as she watched us intently.

“Ravish?” I asked mockingly. “No. Zaide, Charlie, and I are going to enjoy you.”

We moved toward her without discussion. Zaide made his way to the mattress to kneel behind her and pressed kisses to her neck while Charlie caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples.

“That still sounds like a pleasure to me,” she replied breathlessly.

“Pleasurable. Yes.” I kissed her navel and listened to the music of her rapid heartbeat, her unsteady breaths, and the little moans she made as Charlie sucked and bit at her nipples and Zaide pressed passionate kisses to her lips.

“But you won’t come. We’ll work you until you’re a desperate, wanton mess but not give you the climax you’ll need. You’ll wake up frustrated and angry, but you’ll remember that being alone means you are without the pleasure we can bring you.”

“Cruel,” she whispered, but her body writhed under our touch.

Charlie smirked and caught my eye, giving me a nod of approval. “And yet you seem to be okay with this punishment, Clawdicat.”

Sliding my hands down her thighs, I gripped them and peered at the heaven of her pussy. She glistened with a wetness I longed to taste, and I swallowed, loving seeing the reaction she had to us, and rearranged myself, my cock hard, throbbing, and begging to plunge into her heat. But then she wouldn’t learn.

I kissed her stomach once more and worked my way down, and when my lips covered the little bud in her folds, she groaned, and her body tightened. As my tongue flicked and sucked and lapped at that bud, she became increasingly more desperate and needy, her breaths hiccupping as she got close to her climax. But just when she teetered on the edge, I stopped.

“Wha—What are you doing? Baelen! Please,” she moaned and wrestled against the ropes holding her open, her fingers clenching and unclenching around the tether.

“Please?”

Anger flared in her eyes, and she hissed, “You know what.”

“Ah, but you’re being punished.” I caught Charlie’s eye as he looked down at me, and I said, “Besides, it’s Charlie’s turn to play with your pussy. As long as he can stop at the right time.”

“You know I share her emotions, right? What did I do to deserve punishment?” Charlie muttered but did as I instructed and kneeled.

“Touching Clawdia is not a punishment. It’s a privilege,” Zaide said, his hands skating reverently over her hips and thighs as he nuzzled into her neck.

Clawdia turned to kiss his cheek, so she didn’t notice when Charlie mouthed “suck up” at Zaide. Zaide retaliated by grasping Charlie’s head with his large hand and pressing him into Clawdia’s dripping core.

Charlie didn’t need more encouragement than that. Zaide let go of him, choosing to continue caressing Clawdia’s soft skin instead of Charlie’s hair, and Charlie sealed his lips to her bud. She let out a yelp, lost her balance on her toes, and fell back against Zaide, who held her up easily.

The rope rubbing at her skin brought the smell of blood close to the surface, making her so intoxicating I almost started drooling. I took a moment to enjoy the sight of her, of them, of us. We were in our beginning, finding our feet as a group, and this was just a part of that. But it looked incredible.

“Clawdicat, you taste so good,” Charlie said between licks. “God, I can’t wait to do this in real life. And fuck you. God, I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

Her thighs trembled, and she whimpered. “This really isn’t fair.”

“You're right. It’s not fair that Zaide hasn’t had a turn.”

“Um, I’m not done here. You had way longer. Why do I get cut short?”

“Who said you had to move? Get creative, Charlie. Females appreciate a man with imagination.”

Clawdia’s laugh evolved into another yelp as Charlie took his frustration out on her clit with a savage flick of his tongue.

Zaide caught my eye as he set her back on her feet and circled her hips with his hands before moving to her backside. Her eyes widened, and her breath caught the moment she felt Zaide’s finger press against her entrance. Charlie stilled for a moment, flicking his gaze to meet Zaide’s over Clawdia’s shoulder before continuing to torture her clit.

She moaned and threw herself back onto Zaide’s finger, using the ropes like a swing. Her eyes rolled back, and despite the urge to see her lose herself in pleasure, I waved a hand and said, “Stop.”

They did, and Clawdia let out a pained wail. “No. Please. I can’t take anymore. Please let me come.”

The tears welling in her eyes made my heart pang, and for a moment, I thought I might have gone too far. But I could do nothing but follow the path I set now. I gripped her chin and said softly, “You will consult us before you make any more risky decisions. You won’t run into danger without our knowledge and approval.”

“Yes. Yes. I’m sorry. Please, Baelen, please.”

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