Page 53 of Fatal Attraction

I smiled back, resting my hand over his, then guided his palm toward my mouth, kissing it. As I twisted around to face Phoenix, my smile fell when I saw he was gone.

Wait… What happened?

Where the hell did he go?

The lights went out then, submerging the Red Room in an endless void of darkness. Confused and frightened whispers floated through the air, and I quickly grabbed onto Spike as I began to panic, my heart thumping wildly behind my ribs.

“Spike,” I uneasily muttered, but he didn’t respond. A second later the light came back on and had shifted over to the black swing attached to the ceiling. I blew out an insanely hard breath when I found Phoenix standing behind it with his beautiful cock stiff and ready, begging for attention as he made a few extra adjustments to the wrist and thigh restraints.

“Come on, Princess,” Spike murmured, taking my hand in his and guiding me off the bed. “Let’s go have some more fun.”

I caught a small glimpse of the grin on his face when I got to my feet and headed that way, perfectly aware of what he meant by the word ‘fun.’I knew it was going to hurt, so to block those thoughts, I wandered over to Phoenix and pressed my lips roughly against his, whispering “I love you,” in his ear.

“Oh, Princess.” He let out a sigh and shut his eyes, his smile making my heart soar. Then he swept me up in his arms, popping kisses down my neck and across my jawline, making me moan softly. “I love you, too. So fucking much.”

A hand wrapped around my arm and twirled me around, tugging me in front of the swing. “Get in,” Spike demanded in his gruff voice, and I complied, sitting down and watching as he lifted one leg up and hefted my thigh securely in the strap before tentatively moving on to the other. Instead of letting me grip the handles overhead for support, Phoenix took my wrist and then slid it inside the strap next to it, tightly binding me in place. By the time he was finished with the other hand—and aside from being able to somewhat move my legs—I was completely immobile and vulnerably bare.

My heart skipped a few beats when Phoenix grabbed ahold of my waist and angled my ass toward his cock.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Breathe,” he said as his head moved closer to my neck, his mouth popping tender, spine tingling kisses down it as Spike moved over to a small section of the room which was partially illuminated and had a shelf stockpiled full of lube, amongst other things.

He came back and handed a small bottle of lube to Phoenix, who eagerly opened it up and squirted some in his palm, coating my tight rosette with it.

The bottle fell to the floor, and I squeezed my eyes shut, reminding myself to breathe as Phoenix lifted me closer to him, his cock nudging against my asshole.

And then he breached me, sliding in so quick and fast it’d literally stolen my breath away. The pain slammed into me as he tunneled deeper,suddenly remembering his length and size, minus the piercings. It was so brutal and unwelcoming that tears uncontrollably spilled down my cheeks.

“It’s okay, baby.” Spike kissed each tear away, my body trembling and hands yanking frantically against the binds.

As a distraction, he slid two fingers inside my pussy and hooked them against my sweet spot, making my eyes roll back.

“That’s it,” he praised through a smile. “It’s almost over. Focus on my fingers inside your pussy and nothing else.”

And so, I did.

And fucking thankfully, it worked.

Before I knew it, Phoenix was buried balls deep inside my ass, moaning softly inside my ear.

My pussy quivered in response.

“Fuck her ass,” Spike commanded as he suddenly stepped back, his head cocked. “I want to drink every bit of her. Do you understand me?”

“Fuck,” whined Phoenix, who began moving in and out of my ass gently, the discomfort making me hiss a little. “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s our good little boy.”

Phoenix moaned again, moving slowly so I’d adjust. It was still painful, damn near unbearable, but after Spike began working his fingers faster—harder—inside me, the pain receded and I was practically a mewling mess, grinding against Spike’s fingers and begging for more.

In a blink his fingers were gone, and I was being shifted forward, Phoenix moving in tandem as he halted his thrusts. Spike ran his cock along my pussy, slithering it through my juices, and then pierced me hard with a loud, feral groan.

There was nothing I could do to stop it no matter how hard I’d tried. The second Spike impaled me and his ladder furiously licked against my walls, my body reacted and I came undone, spewing Spike chest to cock with my cum.

“Oh my GOD,” I screamed.

The audience moaned their approval, some begging for more and there were others who’d cried out, cursing as they came with their partners.

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