Page 55 of Rut Bar

Jamie must feel the same, because he’s lying on one elbow while his other hand strokes his erection over his pants.

“It’s your choice, baby. How badly do you want to come? Are you gonna be a good girl and swallow?” He taps the remote again and her hips jerk in time with whatever buzzing pulse he’s sending to the toy deep inside her.

She fights it, her jaw twitching and teeth clenching, until she can’t hold out any longer. Veronica parts her lips and her hips rock with an electronically driven rhythm.

God, she’s gorgeous.She’s pretty, with gentle curves and enough tits to palm. Her white skin is pale like she rarely sees the sun. She’d be so pretty in nothing but rope. She’d be even prettier in nothing but my rope marks.

I want to bind her skin tight, then unwind it and lick every single indentation in her skin. I want to cover her in rope marks and reveal them one by one, kissing each divot as I uncoil it from her body, its dry length softened by the oils from her skin.

Veronica’s whimpers drive me wild. Her orange scent drips into the room until it’s all I can smell. Orange, and coconut, and a faint whiff of cherries. I’m still not sure how my scent fits in with theirs. Anthony grunts and thrusts into his hand with every downward stroke on his cock.

When Jamie tugs the band of his shorts down and pulls out an impressive alpha cock, I can’t deny myself anymore. I guess we’re all really doing this.

I work my zipper down and pull my cock free through the opening of my clothes. I stroke my hard length and catch the pearling pre-cum with my thumb, working it around my tip with circles.

When her hips grind as she searches for friction, I thrust into my hand and pretend I’m sinking it into her warm, slick depth. She’s close to her heat. Unbearably close. There’s a sweetness to her scent that wasn’t there a few days ago when I first arrived.

I tighten my grip around my cock and fuck the ring of my fingers until there’s no option except to come. My knot begins to swell and bump against my hand. So I reach down with the other and cup it, squeezing.

Anthony glances at me, but I’m too far gone to be embarrassed at getting caught to stop. He holds eye contact with me as we both work our cocks and there’s something strangely erotic about it.

“Fuck, baby. See what you’re doing to them.”

Veronica follows his order with lust-dark eyes and lets out a mewling whimper. Whatever hesitation she felt before is gone. She’s lost in her pursuit of pleasure. Her hips rock faster and the points of her breasts tent her shirt. She bites her lower lip and stares up at Anthony as he towers over her, his cockhead brushing against her mouth until her lips part.

“You’re driving them wild with the need to have you,” Anthony says. “Look at those big alpha cocks. Those fat knots. I bet they’re both dying to sink those cocks inside you and knot you good and fill you up. Breed you raw. He’s negative—I checked his papers. You’ll let him come in you, because we all know how badly you need it. Crave it. Look at them.”

She follows his command and looks at Jamie, first, where he’s sprawled at her feet. Veronica moves a stocking covered foot over him and gently kicks his hand from his cock. She pins it to his belly and presses. He grunts, his empty hand opening and closing around nothing, and rocks his hips up into her foot as she steps on his cock. Her tiny foot barely covers him from knot to tip.

Veronica reaches down and shoves her hand between her legs and grinds against it, the movement traveling down her body to where Jamie’s pinned under her. Coconut-scented pre-cum darkens his light-colored hoodie. He doesn’t seem to mind her rough treatment. If anything, the alpha’s cock grows harder, his knot so swollen it’s almost ready to fully pop.

She turns her attention to me, but I’m too caught up in the way her hand works between her thighs to feel embarrassed. Later tonight, I’ll probably lie in bed and regret this moment, but right now I can’t. I don’t. I want to come—need to come—and I want to see her bare pussy again when I do it.

If I can’t lick her, fill her, knot her, then I’ll drink my fill of her with my eyes and fuck my hand while I drag her almost-in-heat thick scent so deep into my sinuses that I’ll be smelling oranges for weeks. Even when her audit’s done and I’ve moved onto the next assignment. She’s going to live in my head rent free for the rest of my life.

Anthony slaps the head of his cock against the side of her face, and that gets her attention. He grins and keeps tugging. “I bet with enough training you can take them both, one in that wet pussy and one in that tight little ass. Brendan’s bigger. He’ll have to fill your pussy, and that’s good. Because Jamie doesn’t deserve to knot your pussy, right? He’d be better off watching us all rut and breed your greedy cunt, knowing we can please you better than his puny knot ever could. Isn’t that right, babe?”

“If you don’t stop, Ma'am, I’m going to come.” Jamie drags in a deep breath and holds it. A purr rumbles in his chest.

“No,” she says, her voice strained. Her heel digs into his knot and the veins in his neck bulge as his hips buck against her heel, digging the point in deeper. “Not yet, pet. You come last.”

My lust-thick mind is struggling to pick up the nuances of their muddled pack dynamics and relationships, and I’m still not a hundred percent sure where I fit into it. I slow my hand until the edge of release fades and I can think. I’m not a bottom bitch, not that there’s anything wrong with it.Someone’sgot to be on the bottom. And it looks like that someone is Jamie.

I spread my legs wide, lounging, and channel some of the guy I used to be so long ago. “I want to see her pussy again. Show me.”

Anthony grins at me and stops what he’s doing to reach down and knock her other knee wider. He ignores her gasp and protests as he pulls her hand from her panties, grabs the delicate fabric, and rips. The elastic string holding the front and back together snaps with the flick of his wrist.

“Those were my favorite pair!” she whines.

Her skin is pink where the fabric rubbed her hips before it tore, and it almost looks like a rope mark. My cock pulses in my hand and my balls feel tight. Swollen. Ready to be emptied.

He pulls the remote control from his pocket and clicks it. Her back arches and she whines.

“I’ll buy you a dozen more, baby. Pretty ones. Sparkly ones. Lacy ones. Panties without a crotch at all. I’ll rip every single pair off you and buy you a dozen more. Spread those legs, baby. Your alpha wants to watch you come.”

Her alpha. Hers.The thought alone is almost enough to make me lose it and come right then, even without seeing her pink lips and slick hole and swollen clit. “Fuck,” I groan under my breath, slowing my hand and edging myself again. I will not come. Not yet. I’m not some teenager with no self-control.

“Let me see that pretty pussy, sweetheart,” I tell her, my voice deep from the strain of holding back.

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