Page 37 of Claimed By Shadows

“Such a good girl for us,” Ro praises in my ear, his other hand coming up to expose my other breast, both hands now playing with them, teasing my nipples.

My back arches as Hunter settles on his knees between my splayed thighs. His gaze is fixed on my face, absorbing my every reaction as his fingers play with the skin on my upper thighs, getting closer to where I’m becoming desperate for him to touch. Ro nibbles my neck, pleasure shooting from his touch until it forms a ball of need inside me.

“Please, Daddy,” I beg, unable to help the plea from falling from my lips. “Please touch me.”

“As you beg so prettily, baby,” Hunt replies, a single digit lightly brushing over my clit.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

My hips jerk upwards, that one touch almost enough to have me coming all over his hand. He smirks, like he knows how close I am and enjoys the fact that he can get me there so quickly.

“Normally I’d edge you, make you wait until tears run down your face as you beg me to let you come,” he tells me, his gaze still locked on mine. A small whimper escapes me and his smile grows positively devilish. “But just this once, you are allowed to come when you need to.”

With no warning whatsoever, he pinches my clit hard and I scream as an orgasm hits me so fucking forcefully my entire body goes rigid. My nails dig into Ro’s skin, my head thrown back as my eyes close with the sheer pleasure that courses through me. It’s made all the sweeter because it’s them giving it to me, and maybe, after everything that’s happened, I appreciate it all the more because the whole thing is consensual. We played with consensual non-consent before I was taken and I loved it, having the choice taken from me. I don’t know if I will enjoythat kind of sex again, but having this is a start on my road to recovery.

My eyelids flutter open as I relax back into Roman’s arms, his hands stroking me as I once again lock gazes with Hunter.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I say, my voice breathy and tears stinging my eyes as gratitude floods through me. His entire face softens as he leans forward, his lips brushing my temple in a trembling kiss.

“Thank you, Iris. For trusting me, trusting us, with this.” He kisses me again, then pulls back so he can look into my eyes. “Now, why don’t we explore how many more times we can make you come before our visit is up.”

It’s not a question, it’s a command, though I appreciate him giving me an out if I really need it. I pause, taking stock of my body and my mind. I’m full of a soft glow, untainted by trauma like it was every time with Nik. My core tightens, letting me know that I’m okay and ready for more.

“Can you try with your fingers inside?” I ask, blinking at him as my cheeks heat. I’ve never asked for these sorts of things before, but if the way that his gaze turns feral is the reaction I’ll get, I might have to do it from now on.

“Fuck, Princess, the way you shyly ask him to finger fuck you,” Ro groans behind me, flexing his hips so I can feel how hard he is, how much this is turning him on.

“Your wish is my command, Peaches,” Hunt replies, his voice so low it’s like the rumble of rocks before they come crashing down a hillside.

“FAHRENHEIT” BY AZEE

HUNTER

I keep my gaze trained on her flushed face as my fingers delve back between her sweet thighs, the scent of her arousal filling the space between us until I think I might go mad. My cock strains behind my jeans, painful with how engorged it is, but I will not free it, not until she commands me to. This is about her and her recovery, her pleasure after weeks of suffering.

My fingers glide between her slick folds, a deep hum sounding in my chest at just how wet she is, at how responsive she is to my touch. Her hips are already moving, urging me to where she wants me, and a smile pulls my lips up. Knowing that she’s desperate for my touch is better than pretty much anything else in this world bar from being buried inside her.

Gently, painstakingly slowly, I glide one finger inside her, almost coming in my fucking jeans from how wet and warm she is. The way her inner walls wrap around my finger, trying to pull me deeper, has sweat beading along my spine. Fuck. This is the best kind of torture, and I’d gladly suffer it for all eternity if I could watch her face twist into the picture of beautiful agony that scrunches up her features right now.

“Does it feel good, his finger inside you, Princess?” Ro asks, his voice gravelly and showing signs of the strain we’re both feeling. “How about if he adds another? Will your greedy pussy suck them inside?”

“Yes, fuck, yes, please, Hunt,” she moans, her gaze dropping to where my finger glides inside her. I add a second as instructed, and her cunt clamps down on them both, just as Roman said it would.

“She’s almost strangling them like the good girl she is,” I rasp, moving my fingers in and out of her heat, imagining it’s my cock she’s wrapped around.

“That’s because she’s our perfect, beautiful Princess,” Roman coos, and she pulses around my fingers, her hips moving as she seeks another release. Goddamn.

I’ve missed this more than I can say. Not just the sex, but the closeness it brings between us. The way she trusts me, us, with her body and pleasure, and I fucking hated thathestole it from us, from her. It’s one thing on my very long list that I will seek retribution for.

“Hunt— I— Fuck, ” she cuts herself off, her body thrashing as I pump faster, harder, watching to make sure it’s not too much too soon, but her words and body tells me she’s more than enjoying this.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me, beautiful,” I encourage, using my thumb to rub circles against her engorged clit as I pump in and out of her.

Her back arches as her body stiffens, her head thrown back and her lips open in a soundless scream as another orgasm rips through her. She’s fucking exquisite in her pleasure, and we are her captive audience as she takes it and gifts us with the best view in the whole fucking world.

I work her through it, not stopping until she’s whimpering, her hands trying to push mine away from her soaked core. Normally I wouldn’t allow her to, pushing for one more, forcing the pleasure on her body until tears streak her face, but I’m taking it slowly, not wanting to rush her or send her spiralling back into the abyss that she’s dragging herself out of.

So, reluctantly, I pull my fingers from her body, waiting until her eyes open, her pupils all hazy as they focus on me. Only then do I lick up my fingers, the sweet taste of her bursting on my tongue and making my hard dick pulse.

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