Page 76 of Lucy and Her Wicked Three

When I don't answer, already lost to the haze, he brings the flat end down on my thigh. It stings, sharp and quick, and I curse.

"Answer me,mi corazón."

"I-I, umm… yes. Yes, I like running from you."

"Good girl." I preen as he praises me for answering, and I'm rewarded when Noah, holding me up from behind, reaches around and massages my breasts. His fingertips pull my nipples into peaks, tugging gently, before releasing them.

Moaning against him, I miss Mateo's next question and am rewarded with another sharp slap on my opposite thigh.

"Wha?" I manage, but he hits me with the crop again. Each slap sends my pussy into spasm, and I'm starting to feel how empty it is, how wet and aching.

"I said, why did you turn your phone off?" Mateo stands tall, watching me almost callously, with a strange sort ofindifference. His stoicism is so fierce, I nearly believe the role play, and it scares me even more.

I forgot for a second all about my phone. Why did I turn it off? Oh, right. My professional life was imploding, again. "I was upset," I tell him.

This time, Silas rewards me by circling my clit with his thumb. I moan and try to squirm closer, but I can't move. There's no relief, I can't even press my legs together the way I'm restrained and bared open.

"When you're upset, you're supposed to call me."

"I-I didn't want to bother you."

Thwack. This time, the crop slaps higher up my thigh.Thwack, he hits me twice more. I'm dripping wet. My pussy clenches, begging for something, anything, any kind of touch.

"You are supposed to call me if you need me. You call me, Noah or Silas. This wasn't some misunderstanding, or fleeting anxiety. Something really shitty happened, and you should have called me. At least texted to say you were okay."

"I'm-I'm sorry," I gasp. Silas spreads my pussy lips and I have no time to mentally prepare before the crop comes down on my pussy, slapping and stinging my clit. I nearly burst, so close to coming, but I cry out in pleasure, "Please, please touch me. I need more. I need more," I beg.

"Are you sorry?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I cry, when he slaps my pussy again. I try to inch closer to Silas, who's holding me open but not touching me where I need it. God I fucking need it.

"Please, touch me, Silas. I need more," I sob.

His honey-brown eyes caress over my state of complete submission, and he sneers cruelly. "Baby, you look so good trussed up like this. But I think you still need punishment before we tease this sweet little clit."

Yes, punish me, I silently beg. Noah pushes further back on the bed and they roll me over. It's so fucking demeaning, I really am trussed up like a turkey, but the thoughts disappear when, ass up, the leather riding crop comes down hard on my ass.

I hear rustling of belts, the crop slapping the back of my thigh,so closeto where I need it, when suddenly, someone enters me. Thrusting in with force, I can feel the metal of their belt against my ass. I don't even know who's fucking me, I can't see, but I think it's Silas. His hands grip my hips and he pounds into me, my face bobbing in Noah's lap. He's still fully clothed, silently watching his brothers mark me up and fuck me hard and deep.

My wrists and ankles tug against the restraints, but I can't do a single thing but take it. It's exquisite. All I can do is feel. I'm so close, but I want to angle my body, my orgasm building hard and fast but just out of reach. Whoever is inside me bucks harder, bruising my ass with their pelvis, and with three final, punishing thrusts, they come inside me. There's no reprieve when the other takes his place and again, I'm stuck, ass up, taking it hard in my pussy.

Periodically slapping my tender ass and thighs, my entire body is about to fall apart. My skin is like a live wire, my brain is lost and come-drunk as they fill me up, and I can tell whoevers inside of me is about to climax by the rapid, grunting, relentless pace.

I don't know who's fucking me, and I love it. They don't say anything, so I can't tell, even though I have my guesses, but whoever it is feels so big and so good. Each slide in and out of me wrenches all my thoughts right out of my body. I take a gasping breath, face buried as it is in Noah's fully clothed lap. He holds my shoulders down so each thrust from the others pushes against him. I'm nothing but a sex toy right now. I am no one, and I'm everything, all at once.

My brain shuts off and I float into ecstasy. My fleeting orgasm from earlier transformed into a full body high, and I feel pleasure coming out of every pore. It's bone deep and visceral.

The body at my ass thrusts up then shakes. With final, rapid pumps, he fills me. When he pulls out, I feel their combined come and my pussy juice dripping out of me, slicking up my thighs.

Noah, my sweet Noah, grips my shoulders, then rolls my body once more. I barely notice both Silas, without pants, still wearing a t-shirt, and Mateo, fully clothed but unbuckled, his still half-hard cock swinging freely between his legs. I'm too gone, too brain and boneless. And I haven't even come.

Noah doesn't take off the restraints like I thought he would. He turns to the guys and asks them to leave us. With a kiss at my temple, both Silas and Mateo walk away, leaving me alone with Noah.

He looks down at my complete state of disarray. My hair is sweaty and matted. My pussy red and raw from being fucked hard and fast.

Noah brushes my hair away from my face. "You're so fucking beautiful, Lucy."

I whimper against his touch. He leans down and kisses me, tongue sweeping against mine. It fills me back up, after they broke me down and took me apart.

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