Page 170 of Plaything

“Eleven,” Dominic corrected.

Where the hell was I for those?! I was only spacing for a few seconds... or so I thought. The proof ran down my thighs and puddled at my knees, where the bed caved in from my weight. My clit was aching and now painfully sensitive, and my pussy was throbbing for a break.

Aiden chuckled before holding his dick in his hands and slapping my face with it lightly. “Did we lose you there for a while, Doll?” He questioned rhetorically. They definitely did, and he knew it. The man was staring directly at me—I couldn’t blink or breathe without him noticing.

Wyatt’s thrusts got harder, and my arms felt like jello as he held them. “You want my cum, Baby?” Wyatt husked. “Mmm, should I cum in your naughty little pussy or on your red ass?” He hummed to himself.

Whatever he wanted, I wanted. I couldn’t think, let alone contemplate or make a decision.

Aiden placed his tip against my lips again, and I stuck my wet tongue out for him. He held my face, his thumb stroking my cheek as he rubbed his tip up and down my tongue. He smiled down at me for a moment, a smile that was far too genuine and happy-looking for what we were doing and where we were. He looked completely satisfied with me.

The smile made my heart soar. All I wanted, all I cared about in this moment was making them happy, making them feel good. I loved it.

I heard a button click, and the toy impossibly buzzed harder, making my eyes widen and my thighs tense. Aiden forcefully slid down my throat again, muffling my screams.

Another orgasm tore through my body just as Wyatt pulled out of me, shooting hot ropes of cum onto my ass and back. “Fuck,” he whimpered once, while stroking himself to completion. “Such a good girl,” he panted, releasing the hold he had on my wrists.

Aiden pulled out of my throat, allowing me to breathe, and the vibration lessened again. My body went limp without Wyatt to keep me up. My legs finally gave. I lay on my side, exhausted and feeling lightheaded.

Goodnight.

A firm grip surrounded my ankle, and I was jerked all the way down the bed. I groaned, unable to find words. I peeked my eyes open, seeing Dominic position himself above me, shirtless, with his dick pulled from the fly of his jeans. Yum. ...But I’m so tired.

“You’re not done yet, Pretty Girl,” he tsk’d, slowly shaking his head down at me.

He grabbed my leg, bending it at the knee, and positioned it against my chest, my other leg straight, dangling off the end of the bed. I was still mostly on my side, my hips flush with the bed, my ass elevated for him.

Aiden stepped off the bed, repositioning himself in front of me again, his throbbing, teased dick near my face. He didn’t even have to prompt me; I opened my mouth for him to take. He hummed in approval before thrusting into my mouth a few times.

Daddy’s huge tip prodded at my hole as he pushed into me slowly, groaning in pleasure as he stretched my abused pussy. No more... I whined around Aiden. I couldn’t cum again; I was too sensitive.

“You’re so swollen, Darling. Tell me, how does your cunt feel being used like this?” Daddy rasped.

Huh? I blinked slowly up at Aiden as he pulled away, giving me an expecting look. “Are you going to answer him?” He prompted.

Answer who? “H-huh?” My voice came out weak, hoarse, and just as confused as I felt.

All four of them chuckled, but I didn’t understand what was so funny. All I could think about was Daddy’s dick fucking my small body into the mattress.

“She’s so fucked out, the poor thing probably can’t even remember her own name,” Niko teased.

Baby. Cariño. Doll. Babydoll. Darling. All great options. Slut. Whore. They could call me any name they wanted; I didn’t care.

Aiden had pre-cum leaking out of his dick when he put it back in my mouth. “That’s alright, Babydoll. We won’t make you answer anymore,” his voice was deep and calming.

My eyes were desperately trying to close, needing to rest. My body was completely shattered, trying to crash. With critical energy levels, it was a genuine possibility that I would pass out. My body felt like TV static... only instead of numbness, it was pleasure.

Trying to keep my heavy eyes open, I locked them on Aiden’s. So pretty... the way his eyebrows furrowed, darkening his deep-set eyes, or how he bit his lower lip when his tip touched the back of my throat... Where did my gag reflex go? Oh well.

“If you keep staring at me like that, I’m going to spill my cum down your throat,” he warned.

Good, I wanted it.

My focus was yanked in another direction entirely when I felt something touch my ass. Not my cheek... the hole. I didn’t exactly care like I definitely should have; I was just curious. Pulling away from Aiden, I turned to Daddy, seeing his middle finger covered in Wyatt’s leftover cum that was on my ass. He was still thrusting into me hard and deep, but the tip of his finger was pushing into my ass.

That was... weird. I didn’t know what to think about it, if I was capable of thinking at all. Did he know that wasn’t my pussy? I mean, surely he must... he was inside me. So what on earth was he thinking. “Daddy?” I questioned, barely recognizing my own voice. I couldn’t think of an actual question or caution to go with it.

His half-hooded eyes glanced at me as I’d distracted him. “Shh, don’t worry your pretty little head about what I’m doing. Just keep—”

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