Page 54 of Fatal Attraction

Phoenix didn’t stop though, and neither did Spike. They both found a thrilling rhythm and continued to fuck me until I was screaming in pleasure and squirting like a broken faucet.

Spike slipped out of me fast and then and crouched down, slapping my pussy multiple times with his hand and his mouth open, catching and drinking every bit of my cum.

I was a boneless, quivering mess by the time I came down from the high. Phoenix’s cock twitched in my ass and as I stared down at Spike, he’d made a beautiful mess all over the floor.

My chest heaved, my breathing sharp and aching in my lungs.

But still, Spike wasn’t done with me.

My back arched when his tongue slid across my sensitive clit, his lips suctioning hard around that sacred spot. My hips bucked, and if it wasn’t for Phoenix kissing along my neck and teasing my nipples, pinching and tugging them torturously between his fingers, I’d have tapped out.

“Please,” I begged, unable to move thanks to my hands and thighs stuck inside this goddamn swing. “It-it’s too sensitive. I-I can’t—FUCK!”

My eyes rolled back, and another waterfall poured from my pussy. Phoenix groaned softly in my ear as Spike swallowed down every drop he could catch, standing with a smug smirk on his face.

“Beautiful.” His hand curled around my nape, and he licked his lips, tugging me closer to him. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”

Phoenix started unbinding my wrists, kissing the sensitive skin behind my ear when he was done. “Meet me at the wheel. It’s my turn now.”

“Phoenix—” Spike started, but it was too late. The lights went out, and Spike cursed angrily as he began blindly trying to free my thighs, finally succeeding when the room briefly lit up, the red light trained on the spinwheel. Phoenix was already there and was standing against it, leaningdown to secure the belt straps around his ankles. After locking his right hand in place, he glanced at us with the other raised, beckoning us forward.

Excitement danced through my veins, and slowly the smile on my face fell as I glanced at Spike, finding what I could see of his handsome face fixed in a scowl.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he answered, and I could immediately tell by the tightness in his voice that he was lying.

“Then why are you—”

“Everything is fine, baby,” he said more gently this time, his features softening a little when he met my worried gawp. He must’ve known I wasn’t convinced because he sighed and then grasped my hand, twining our fingers. “I promise.”

Lies.

It was all a lie.

But no matter how badly I wanted to call him out on his bullshit, this was not the time or place for it. So, I let it go and followed him over to the wheel, deciding I’d get to the bottom of whatever was bothering him later.

Behind Phoenix was a wall equipped with a large selection of sex toys from vibrators, dildos, whips, chains, even some candles too. Spike wandered there to browse through the selections while I paused in front of my sweet, perfect rabbit, watching as he stroked his cock with his free hand, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

“I want you to punish me,” he whispered, releasing his cock to bring his arm above his head, sliding it through the strap.

“Punish you, how?” I asked curiously, my head cocked.

He chuckled. “Oh, Princess. Look behind me and use your imagination. But first, I need you to restrain my other wrist. Do you think you can do that for me?”

I nodded, both eager and nervous to fulfill his desires, and lifted up on my tiptoes, tightening the belt strap around his wrist. My pussy throbbedher approval as I stepped back and eyed over the beautiful creature completely bound and all mine for the taking.

He was so goddamn perfect it should be a crime.

Spike rounded the wheel, and in his hand was a red flogger, the leather tails attached to the handle dancing as he dangled it in front of Phoenix’s face. Phoenix let out a soft moan as Spike slid it down his neck, across his chest, and down his amazing, rippled torso.

And then he slung the whip back and slapped the leather tails against Phoenix’s chest in a loud, ear-ringingcrack.

“Fuck,” he cried out, and I stumbled back in shock, my hands clasped tightly around my mouth.

“On your knees,” Spike growled as he pointed the tip of the handle at me, his chest heaving and green eyes wild as he glared down at me through his lion mask. “You know the rules.”

“It’s okay, baby,” Phoenix promised as he panted, but I couldn’t stop gaping at his swelling chest and the tears dotting over his eyes. “I can take it.”

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