Page 138 of Dare To Break

Kellan helps her up into a seated position, and I draw the dress up over her body, pressing kisses to every inch of skin I reveal. My lips latch onto her nipple and I suck hard at it while Kellan pulls the dress over her head, careful to keep her blindfold in place. Her back arches, a throaty moan escaping her as I tease and tug on the taut bud between my teeth, while my hand finds its way back between her legs to stroke her clit. Her body jerks, still sensitive from the orgasms she’s had, but she doesn’t try and stop me.

“Such a good girl for me,” I whisper as Kellan eases her back down onto the coffin. “Keep those legs wide open, Kitten.” I kiss my way back down her body, run my tongue around her navel and then down until I’m feasting on her clit again.

“Oh god, ohmigod, oh god!” Her whispered words turn into unintelligible moans as her hips lift and she bucks and writhes against my mouth. I don’t let up sucking and licking. My fingers have her spread open, and she can’t avoid the attack of my tongue, no matter how much she twists and turns.

She’s panting, sobbing, mewling, moaning with pleasure, with need. She’s begging me to stop, but not once does she say red.

Her third orgasm rolls straight into a fourth and a scream tears from her throat, quickly muffled by Kellan’s hand over her mouth.

“Hush now,” he whispers. “You look so fucking beautiful. Just one more to go. You can do it. Come for us once more, pretty girl. If you bend your legs and lift your ass, he can bury his tongue inside your pussy. It’ll feel so good, I promise. Let him fill you up.”

His fingers are on her nipples, tugging and twisting, pulling and squeezing, and her legs lift, bend, and she places her feet flat on each side of my head. The position gives me perfect access to every single part of her. I push two fingers inside her and give one long lick, making her twitch, before pushing my tongue inside to join my fingers.

“Fuck his mouth, pretty girl. Take what he’s offering. So good. Well done. Almost there. You can feel it can’t you? Like fire under your skin. Don’t fight it, angel. Let it come. You’ll feel better,” Kellan croons as she sobs.

I can feel her inner muscles contracting around my fingers, and I draw back to run my tongue in one last circle around her clit. The move tips her over the edge, and she throws back her head and cries out, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. I keep my fingers inside her, pumping leisurely in and out as she rides through the pleasure, and when her back relaxes back against the stone and her thighs start to tremble, I ease them out and gently draw her legs back down.

I press a kiss to her pussy.

“Good girl,” I whisper. “Rest for a few minutes. My friend is going to hand you a drink. It’s just a bottle of water. Take small sips.”

I straighten and move to where Kellan positioned the camera, careful to keep my face out of view. We’ll probably need to edit it before uploading it for Arabella to watch, just to make sure neither of us is recognizable. I stop the recording.

Kellan is sitting behind Arabella on the coffin, legs either side of her body, and letting her rest against him while she sips the water. Her entire body is flushed, nipples still hard, and I can’t resist taking a photograph of her. Her pigtails are uneven, and I cross the tomb so I can tug them loose. Her blonde hair falls around her shoulders. I dip my head to kiss each nipple and she sighs softly.

“It’s time for us to go. Stay here for five minutes. I’ll text you when it’s time to remove the blindfold. You’ll see a bag on the ground. It has a hoodie and sweats in it, and a pair of sneakers. Text me to tell me you’re safe back inside your room. Do not run. If you hear anything, it’ll be us. We’re going to watch you every step of the way back. No one will see you. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

I take the water bottle from her and trace the outline of her lips with my finger. “Good girl.”

Chapter 89

Arabella

I give a moan of protest when the solid, muscled body moves from behind me. I’m sleepy, lethargic, deliciously warm, and more relaxed than I’ve ever been in my life.

“Sleepy Kitten.” There’s amusement in his voice. “Stay awake and listen for the text.”

I nod. “Okay.”

Head dropping forward, I keep myself sitting up, knowing that if I curl up on the hard stone, I won’t want to get up again. Shyness has me drawing my legs up to my chest. Wrapping my arms around them, I hug my knees tightly.

My orgasms had felt different. When I get myself off with my hand, the gratification is over in a flash. These had been sharper, more powerful. I had no control.

I feel good. Happy. Sated.

Is this what sex feels like? Is this why Elena is always after men?

I push aside the thought of my mother, not wanting to ruin my post-orgasmic glow. A buzz comes from somewhere on the floor.

Has it been five minutes already?

Slipping the blindfold off, I blink, letting my eyes adjust to the soft glow from the flashlight. Someone has left one on top of a bag on the floor. I smile when I see it.

Crawling off the coffin, my legs are two limp noodles. I can still feel the heat of their mouths between my legs and on my nipples. It takes a moment to steady myself before I move toward my phone.

Unknown number: Get dressed, Kitten.

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