Page 10 of The Perfect Bargain

“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs, sliding two fingers inside me.

“Don’t stop.” I plead in breathy moans.

“What do you say?” Stephen prompts.

“Please,” I gasp. Michael’s thumb circles my clit while he pumps his fingers inside me, and I can feel my orgasm building. Off to the side, watching, I can see Leo and Gio; I think those were their names; I’ve never had such a large audience, and I can’t help feeling even more aroused by the room of men currently watching me get finger-fucked. The intensity builds, and I’m getting close, my hips moving of their own accord, desperate to find relief. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m going to cum.”

“You like that, huh?” Michael growls, his voice low.

“Yes, fuck yes, don’t stop.” My thighs start to tremble, and my breathing quickens, and just as I’m about to hit the point of no return, the pressure eases, and Michael’s hand stills.

“Not yet,” he growls, and I’m desperate for more.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” I plead, my pussy clenching around his fingers.

“Get on the bed,” he demands. “Now.” The sharpness in his tone sends a shiver of excitement through me, and I do as he says, climbing off his lap and moving to the bed. I settle on my knees in the middle of the mattress, waiting for his next command. “Turn around.” I slowly turn, keeping my back to him, my hands on the bed.

“Put your face on the mattress and raise that ass up high. I want a perfect view.” I lean forward, my chest against the cool sheets, and push my ass into the air. My body is buzzing with anticipation. “Such a gorgeous ass,” Michael murmurs, his hands gently caressing the curve of my cheeks. He moves closer, his hands moving to grip my hips, and then I feel the tip of his cock teasing my opening.

“Please,” I moan.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“And why should I do that?”

“Because it’s my job,” I reply, trying not to let the annoyance bleed into my voice.

“I think you need to be punished for that tone,” he growls, and before I have a chance to respond, he slaps my ass. “I’m going to fuck you, but you’re not allowed to come. Not until all of us have had our turn.” He slaps my ass again, harder this time. The sting feels so good.

“Yes, Sir.” The anticipation is killing me, and not being able to see him is driving me crazy, but I can tell he’s enjoying this.I feel him position his cock at my opening, and then he thrusts, burying himself deep inside me.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans. He starts slow, pumping in and out, the friction building with each thrust. He picks up speed, and I can hear the sound of our bodies colliding, the slap of skin on skin, and it’s turning me on even more.

“Harder, please,” I beg, wanting him to fuck me as hard as he can. I can hear the men behind us groaning. I’m sure they’ve pulled out their dicks and are probably jerking off to this, anticipating and waiting until they can get their turn with me; the thought alone makes me wetter as Michael fucks me. He slaps my ass hard, and it only spurs me on, begging for more.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, gripping my hips and fucking me hard and fast, the pressure building and the tension mounting, but I hold back, remembering his earlier command. “Fuck, I’m close,” he groans, and I can tell he’s holding back.

“Come for me,” I whisper. He lets out a guttural groan and buries himself deep inside me, and I feel his cock pulsing, filling me with his cum. “Fuck,” he groans, panting and catching his breath. “Good girl,” he whispers, slapping my ass one more time before pulling out. My knees are weak, and my legs are shaking, but I manage to stay on the bed, even though I’m dying for my release.

“My turn,” I hear Stephen call. A few moments later, he’s behind me, his hand sliding up my spine. Then he grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling me upright. “Such a pretty little thing,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Tell me, darling, how many cocks can you take at once?”

“As many as you want, Sir,” I reply.

“I like your confidence.”

“Do you want me to prove it?”

“Oh yes,” he chuckles, the sound dark and sinful. He releases his grip on my hair, and I feel him stepping away. “On your back, legs spread wide,” he orders, and I quickly comply, desperate to have him inside me. “Good girl,” he praises. “Now, tell me, love, how do you want it? Nice and slow? Or fast and hard?”

“Fast and hard, please, Sir,” I moan, unable to wait any longer.

“As you wish.” He positions himself between my legs and pushes his cock inside me, the feeling of fullness exquisite. He wastes no time, thrusting hard and fast, his cock hitting the perfect spot inside me.

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