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Then, suddenly, the hand disappeared and came crashing down in a heavy smack onto the most sensitive part of her. A small shriek erupted from her.

“Hush, Dolly,” he said in her ear. “You’ll bring the whole house. Answer me when I ask you a question.”

“Yes,” she choked, still fighting with whether or not she had enjoyed the slap to her cunt. “It hurts.”

“But it feels good too, doesn’t it?” The finger was easing out, and she thought at first he was done with the penetration, but before she could draw another breath, he plunged it back in with a second finger, causing such a horrible sting that her knees buckled and she had to gulp down air and grit her teeth to keep from crying out. His hand was at her clit again, teasing pleasure from it like a song.

“Yes,” she moaned.

Suddenly, he turned his head, looking away from her, over his shoulder.

“Dolly,” he said to her in that mocking voice of his, laced with amusement. “Why don’t you ask Ryan very nicely if he would like to play with us?”

“Wha–” Her head snapped around and she froze. Ryan stood at the top of the stairs, hand on the rail, watching them in an oddly frozen, rapt way. There was a hypnotized look in his eye. She hadn’t even heard him come in.

Shame rammed into her, especially because Alex didn’t stop moving his hands–two fingers fucking her assholewhile his other hand massaged her cunt. She was afraid, maybe, that Ryan would be angry with her for letting Alex do this to her. A confusing jumble of feelings.

“Go on,” he said, in that silky soothing voice of his. His hands withdrew from her body and he stepped away from, giving her a little swat on the backside. “Ask him very nicely.”

On shaking legs, she took a step or two toward Ryan. Something about the tension radiating off of him told her that if she stepped even slightly wrong, he would bolt like a wounded predator. But even with tension, she knew the look in his eye.

Desire.

Those glowing blue eyes were nearly radiating light, his desire was so intense. Desire polluted by conflict. A man at war with himself. She could think of a thousand reasons, but she didn’t particularly care what the answer was right now. God help her, she wanted him to stay.

It was the applejack. It had to be. Forcing her to cut the cords of her reason and set it free while she remained here in this shadowy room with two men who were capable of very bad things. Who had already done very bad things to her.

Her bare feet whispered across the carpet as she walked to him. His eyes drifted down her naked body, lingering on the swell of her breasts, the pink peaks of her nipples. The swell of her hips, traveling down to her neat ankles, and then back up to her cunt, secreted between her thighs, sopping wet and ready for him. For both ofthem. The look on his face nearly had her floating across the floor.

Of all of the times she had imagined being with him again in this way, this was not how she had pictured it. But right now, with her inhibitions dangerously absent, it didn’t matter.

“Ask him on your knees, Dolly,” Alex suggested behind her. She looked at him over her shoulder and nearly shivered at the look he gave her. At the look he gave Ryan.

Interesting.

She looked back at Ryan, who still stood at the top of the stairs. Some of the tension had been drained from him, but that energy was being reinvested into the intensity of the desire radiating off of him, hot as hellfire.

“On your knees now, Dolly,” Alex instructed. “Crawl to him.”

God help her, she didn’t even hesitate. She moved gracefully to her knees. Ryan’s lips parted, the tiniest shift in expression, but it was nearly enough to send her over the edge. She crawled to him, feeling the carpet and the floor biting into her tender knees. It was humiliating, but it was exciting. Her cunt and her ass in the air for Alex to stare at while she crawled. Ryan watching her with intense interest as she moved toward him, a supplicant on her knees. A sinner.

When she reached him, she rose up on her knees, slipping her fingers into the waistband of his pants. She met his eyes, accepting the full weight of the look on his face.

Her fingers worked quickly at the buttons, shaking while they pulled his pants open, and then his union suit beneath. With a practiced flourish, she freed his heavy, thick cock and moaned at the sight of it. Just as beautiful as she remembered. The desire boiling inside of her was so greedy that she didn’t even take the time to admire it, or stroke it. Instead, she drove it straight into the back of her throat, drawing a gorgeous groan of pleasure from Ryan.

“That’s it, Dolly,” Alex said, voice coaxing and loaded with pleasure.

She fell into a familiar rhythm, stroking the base of his cock while she worked the column of it in and out of her mouth, savoring the salty hint of pre-cum joining the spit in her mouth, leaving a slick trail up and down the length of him. He moaned, muttering curses under his breath while she swallowed his cock. Then, his hand came around the back of her head, catching her hair and holding her head in place. He pressed his cock into her throat slowly, once, twice, and then he began to thrust into it. She caught his wrists and did her best to relax her jaw, to let him do whatever he wanted to do.

Drawing pleasure from him was of paramount importance. A hypnotic desperation overcame her, an ache that spread through the center of her. The full weight of what she’d done to him, what she had had a hand in taking from him was opening up inside of her, while she held the most vulnerable part of him in her mouth. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and she didn’t know if they were fromthe roughness with which he was fucking her throat, or because of the ache yawning inside of her.

Without warning, he withdrew his cock, and then yanked her to her feet. Much like he’d done earlier that day, he stooped and pressed his shoulder into her hip, and stood with her hanging down his back. This time, she didn’t fight him. She just breathed deeply, gulping down the air that he had rationed so sparingly with his cock pressed into the back of her mouth. Her throat was sore now from the beating he had given it, but it barely registered when he threw her down onto the bed. Out of the corner of her eye, she barely noted that Alex was already lounging on the bed, watching them with sharp interest, like a bird of prey watching its next meal.

Ryan ignored him and pressed her knees back, and then yanked her to the edge of the bed, so that her cunt was flush with his cock, which he slipped inside of her. The tight fit of her cunt around his thick cock made them both moan when he entered her. They both paused for a moment, holding their breath, eyes locked together. For a moment, she was back in the gardening shed. He caught her hands and moved them over her head, pressing them down into the mattress while they stared at each other. The song of cicadas around them. His hot, sweet breath against her throat. The gorgeous feeling of being invaded by him. Her first.

Then, he dropped his eyes to where their bodies were locked together.

“Oh god,” he moaned while he watched his cock gliding in and out of her, the sweet smell of applejack on his breath. A stab of envy went through her, that she couldn’t see what he could see. She would give anything to watch the pink petals of her cunt clutching at him while he fucked her like this, with heavy, sharp thrusts that made her eyes roll back into her head, face still wet with tears.

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