Page 18 of Revenge On Her Dad's Best Friends

“Your mouth. Your pussy. Your ass. All ours,” Reece said as he walked away from her now to join Zachariah, who already stood behind her.

Without her view of the case blocked, Calista bit her lip so hard she felt her flesh swell instantly between her teeth at the sight of Bradford perusing the contents of the case.

Her pants turned into heavy heaving breaths when Bradford withdrew a flogger. A real honest-to-goodnessflogger.

She thought she would protest. She thought she might say game over. They won. They’d scared her enough. But her body told her otherwise. The chasm of the last five years of hiding she was in love with them closed with the blink of her eye.

She was ready.

Bradford came to stand in front of her. He bent down to her level.

“Do you want a safe word, Calista?” he asked softly, touching her face so tenderly with one hand while in his other he held a flogger.

“No,” she whispered. Didn’t they get it already? What she felt for them wasn’t a fleeting infatuation that went away in a month, or a year, or two years, or five.

They were hers. She didn’t need a safe word from them. She needed their love. Any which way she could get it.

She released a pent-up breath as Bradford moved behind her. A blanket of heat covered her, but she couldn’t stop the trembling of her body. And she couldn’t deny she didn’t like the combination of fear and pleasure they evoked inside her.

Hands roamed down her spine and over her butt to her dripping pussy. Shamelessly, she pressed her clit into Bradford’s open palm. How could she be so desperate to come again?

But then everything changed. Bradford released the hold he had on her center, and together with Reece, they parted her ass cheeks. Calista scrunched her eyes shut. They could see the most physically vulnerable part of her body, where she’d believed no one on the planet would touch.

She purred and moaned as Zachariah poured a river of lubricant down between her ass cheeks before his fingers glided over her tight hole.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Her entire body convulsed as he pressed his finger into her, separating the rings that kept her forbidden from his touch. He used more lube, then pushed his finger a little deeper, playing with her, changing the way her body worked.

Reece reached under her to glide over her pussy. He clasped her clit between his index finger and thumb, squeezing until she cried out, realizing too late he’d been trying to distract her from what Zachariah was doing.

Two of Zachariah’s fingers were now lodged inside her. She could feel him move inside her, almost scissoring his fingers to open her up.

It was too much. She couldn’t take it anymore. But she knew this was only the start of it.

Zachariah pulled out of her. Reece released her clit. Zachariah then gently stroked the slippery, hard pebble of her clit and Reece… dear god… Reece slipped the lubricated glass butt plug into her bottom hole.

She heaved, tears welling in her eyes. She wanted the thing out of her; it hurt too much. Everything was too much. The fullness was too much. She was going to be split in two.

“Please, please, please,” she begged. In answer, she received a lashing from the flogger in Bradford’s hand. She whimpered, her thoughts scattering around her mind as she tried to make sense of things. But Bradford issued another strike. Then another.

Tears dripped from her eyes the same way her juices dripped down her thighs. She’d forgotten she was carrying a glass butt plug inside her. She’d forgotten that the pain and the burn she felt after Reece had penetrated her had been the worst pain and burn, she’d ever encountered before. She’d forgotten all that because all that encompassed her mind was Bradford’s flogger on her ass. Until suddenly everything converged into one. The pain and burn united in the center between her legs, aided by their deep, husky voices, telling her she was beautiful, and she was doing great, which kept her from flipping out over everything.

She willed herself to relax. He was right. If she couldn’t take the plug, how on earth was she going to take their mammoth cocks inside her? Her spanking was there to ease her over to their side of things. With new determination, she accepted the foreign object opening her up. It was helping her prepare herself for them.

The streaks of fire that Bradford administered on her ass blossomed into something amazing.

She closed her eyes. Bradford expertly issued one more strike, this time hitting the plug, which in turn set off a blazing stampede of sensation.

“Please,” she begged, this time for release.

“Touch yourself,” Zachariah said, coming to her. He pulled out his huge cock, and she salivated. “Make yourself come with Reece’s butt plug in your ass. Bradford’s lashings on your ass and my cock in your mouth.”

That was all she needed. The instant her hand glided to her pussy and Zachariah’s cock slipped between her lips, she splintered apart. But instead of relief, she found new hunger.

Without her severing contact with his cock, Zachariah pulled her into a sitting position with her knees tucked under her and the plug sticking from her ass.

Grateful for the leverage, she held his cock with both her hands and sucked until she could taste him in every part of her. She reached for Bradford and Reece next, exalting in the feel of them against her tongue, between her lips. She became addicted to them in one single moment.

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