Page 142 of Tis the Season to be Bullied

“Take them out,” I say, sending Mason and Silas a quick glance. “I’ll make sure she understands what’s expected of her.”

Nim’s body shudders when I pull her hands away. Her fingers curl into little fists, but I push my thumb into those tight bundles and force her fingers to open. Mason is the first to take his dick out. He does it with a speed and discretion that makes me think he’s done this plenty of times before. Silas fumbles a little, but he’s right behind Mason.

Looking at us, it’s obvious there’s shady shit going on, but no one can see whether they have their dicks out or not. It’s only the four of us that truly know what’s going on underneath their blazers.

Nim’s breath catches when I wrap her hands around Mason, then Silas’s dick. God, I was right. She really does have small hands. But neither guy has a small dick, either. And as soon as I make Nim pump them, both grow even bigger and harder.

Christ, this feels so fucked up. I squirm, pressing my raging hard-on into Nim’s back, that pressure sending a hard ache through my balls. “Nice and slow,” I tell her, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Keep a steady rhythm.”

I do it exactly how I would myself—hard but slow strokes. Building pressure and momentum. Nim’s little hand gets lost inmine, and as we move, my fingers touch more dick than I’d been anticipating. But when I risk a look at Mason and Silas, both their eyes are closed, Mason’s jaws bunched, Silas’s slack. I press into Nim again, and she gasps softly, trying to wriggle forward.

Fuck that, I’m not going to be the only one not getting some fucking action. I’d already have her on her knees, legs spread and my dick up her ass if I could bear anyone seeing that much of her plump flesh.

I slip my hands off hers, grab both sides of her panties, and drag them down to her knees. I hear Mason groan in dismay as soon as she takes her hand off him, and Silas mutters a pissed off, “Fuck!”

“The sooner you make them come, the sooner you can go,” I tell her, grabbing her hands. I force her to hold their dicks again, catching Silas’s scowl as I make her pump him. Harder this time, almost at the point of pain. His eyelashes flutter, and he reaches under his blazer, wrapping his fingers over mine as if he wants to pull us both off his dick. Then, our eyes still locked, he tightens his grip. Nim whimpers, her fingers trapped as Silas forces us hard over his shaft. Again,again. Fierce, brutal jerking motions that must hurt like fuck.

My hard-on feels like it wants to tear through my pants. I wrench my hand away, desperate to feel if any of this is getting Nim even alittlewet. But then Mason fumbles over my hand, grabbing Nim and me and pressing us against his dick.

I show her how it’s done again, but this time I only give Mason’s dick a single pump before I take away my hand. Nim’s going to keep fighting this unless I give her a reason to see this through...so I slide my hands between her thighs and wrench her open.

Mason and Silas groan in tandem, and I’m not sure if that’s because of the perfect view of her spread open pussy, or because she’s jerking them off just right. I don’t care—I drag my fingersthrough her folds and sink the first finger of each hand inside her.

“Christ, you’re dripping wet,” I groan. “You like getting off two guys at once, don’t you, you fucking slut?”

Nim makes a choking sound, her body trembling as I use both thumbs to toy with her clit. The patch of curls on her pubic mound tickle my palms as I sink deeper inside her.

God, how I wish we were alone right now. Which makes zero fucking sense, because this was all about humiliating her, showing her just how much we canabuseour power. Right?

Right?

“I’m getting close,” Silas mutters, and when I look over at him he looks seriously pissed off at the fact that it’s almost over.

I look at Mason. He’s barely keeping his eyes open, his gaze glued between Nim’s legs as I finger her for their viewing pleasure. I slip my fingers out, using those soaked digits to spread her folds open. Mason groans like he’s already coming.

“Can you fuck her?” he asks, his voice tight and his eyes shadowed as he looks up at me.

“Not here.”

“I’m going to hurt you for being such a fucking tease,” he says to me. I don’t know what confuses me more, the fact that he looks serious, or the fact that I’m intrigued to find out what he’d do to me.

“You think I’m enjoying this?” I hiss, holding Nim’s pussy open with one hand so I can shove my other finger into her wet slit. The sound it makes sends another pump of blood into my already aching dick. “At least you’re getting off.”

“Harder,” Mason says, and I have no idea if he’s talking to Nim or me.

“Rub her clit with your thumb,” Silas instructs. “I want to see her come on your hand.”

Jesus fucking Christ. I’m about to come in my goddamn pants. I push against Nim, and she whimpers like I’m inside her, not just pressing up against her. I use my thumb to massage her clit, and she throws her head back against my chest, collapsing against me like her spine has melted.

Mason groans again, and I see his arm bunching. He’s obviously been guiding Nim now that I’m not there to show her how it’s done. Which is good, because he can time his climax with hers. Although I doubt she’d even appreciate it—when I look down at her face, she’s so fucking blissed out, I doubt she knows what planet she’s on.

God, I wish I’d chosen a more private spot to do this in. Then I wouldn’t have had a qualm about bending her over and fucking her proper.

This will do for now...but like Mason said, I’m going tohurther for teasing me like this.

And I’ll make sure Silas and Mason are both there to watch.

Chapter 21

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