Page 92 of Hot Chocolate & Hitmen

“I reckon we should play hitman and hostage a lot more often,” Teddy grins over his folded arms.

Wearing a skintight black long sleeve, his arms, pecs and abs practically bulge at the seams. The tight material conforms to every nook and cranny of his chiseled body, making my mouth water and my pussy scream in need. Breath heaving, and core aching, I wait in eager anticipation of Atlas. I’m not waiting long before the sound of his combat boots on the floor are sending shivers up my spine.

Knowing that I’m safe in the guys’ hands and that they will respect me in all ways, I pluck up the courage to explore my sexual desires. Desires that I’ve had for years, but not had the right environment to explore.

Feeling the need to fight back, to chase the thrill, I try to break free before Atlas gets to me. Catching them completely by surprise, I manage to make it from under their boots and get myself up onto my knees. Unfortunately, that’s where my luck runs out.

Grabbing me from behind, Atlas maneuvers me to the edge of the bed and throws me over his knees. Squirming, I continue to try to get away until a sharp sting lights up my ass, making me hiss and moan.

“Behave,” Atlas command reverberates around the room, coaxing my inner submissive to submit. I cry out, fisting the comforter in my hand as he swats my ass again. This time, the force of the hit has my clit rubbing up against the rough side of one of the pockets on his pants. Sending sharp tingles through my core, I moan languidly as the fight ebbs out of me. The pleasure all too consuming.

Breathing through the next hits and the fire lighting up my core, I barely notice when Key and Teddy walk round the sideof the bed to where we are. I only realize they’re there when the sound of a zipper being undone fills the near quiet of the room.

“Open,” Teddy commands, lifting my chin and squeezing none too gently. Doing as I’m told, I open my mouth wide and welcome his intrusion. Sucking on the tip, I work my way down to the base and back up again. I hiss as he grabs my hair in his fist and rams my head down on his cock, making me gag.

“That’s it, Little One. Take your punishment like the little brat you are.”

I scream around his dick as his words, the pressure on my clit and Atlas’ hits cause an orgasm to hit me with such force, that I swear I black out for a second. Coming round, their voices surrounding me like I’m under water, I barely notice that I’m being lifted onto the bed and placed on my knees.

Arms out in front, with my back stretched languidly, they resume their position and pin me with their boots. The only addition this time is the cold blade that Key holds just under my chin and the sight of him palming his now freed erection with his other hand. My heart thrums at the sight of it all. But in a good way.

Forcing me to lift my chin and hold it up, I can only peer up at them through my eyelashes. And from their looks, that’s exactly what they want.

“My turn, Sugar.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

“Don’t move, or there will be a price to pay.” Releasing my arm, Key bends down to devour my lips and roughly grabs my breast, squeezing until there's a slight pinch of pain.

“Do that again, brother. She’s dripping wet,” Atlas growls.

Palming my sex, I groan into Key’s mouth as Atlas runs his thumb through my lips and dips inside. Pulsing a few times, I moan loudly as Key continues to explore my body. Pinching and roughly claiming each inch of my skin.

Close to breaking point, it isn’t long until I’m tipped over the edge again. Completely pinned and at their mercy, Atlas made good on his promise and sheaths himself inside me with one sharp thrust. Pounding into me, he smacks my ass as he drives into me mercilessly.

I scream into Key’s mouth and curl my fist in the comforter, unable to escape from the overwhelming pleasure being wrought upon my body. I squirm and fight as my orgasm continues on and on, the sensation bordering on too much.

Thrashing about so much, I hiss in ecstasy as the blade at my throat nicks me slightly, drawing even more pleasure into the mix.

Atlas slows his thrusts, and as I come down from my high, I can hear Key whistling in appreciation.

“Well, well, well. Who knew our gorgeous little Nutcracker needed a little pain with her pleasure?”

I groan, falling limp on the bed as he removes the blade from under my chin. Teddy releases his hold on me, moving to inspect the cut under my chin as the sound of a zipper rents the air again.

Gently lifting my chin, my eyes blow wide at the sight of his soft azul eyes bright with lust and desire. The brightness of them contrasts perfectly with the solid black of his tact gear, drawing my eyes once more to the combat boot he props on the bed beside my head.

My heart flutters once more as my core pulses around Atlas. I moan as I feel the gush of fluid seep from me, around Atlas, to soak the bed even further.

“She wasn’t lying when she said she likes the gear,” Atlas chuckles as he runs a rough hand, soothingly down my back. “The second your foot went up, she gushed.”

Teddy grins at me as he turns my head. Running his thumb over the cut, I hiss and shudder at the same time. The mixture of pleasure and pain lighting my nerves on fire.

“How about that?” Teddy asks as the bed dips next to me.

“Even wetter,” Atlas replies.

“Looks like our Sugar has a lot of hidden desires. Well, we’ll have plenty of time to explore that. But right now, I need my little Nutcracker to ride me like it’s Christmas tomorrow.”

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