Page 14 of Three Cranky SEALS and a Christmas Menace

She reached Myles, sitting up on her heels now. He touched her cheek so deceptively gently before he tugged at the vial of one of the clamps until she hissed in a sharp breath. The devil smiled at her.

She wasn’t going to make it. Did she honestly think purchasing a couple of clamps was going to turn her into a seasoned submissive? She was way in over her head here, but dear god, she was soaking wet already.

“Onto the chair,” he ordered her. She did as she was told again. God knows she needed to catch her breath, and a nice sit down would definitely help.

Did she forget who she was dealing with? Myles came to stand in front of her. Using his leg, he nudged hers apart. So wide she immediately wanted to shut them closed again. Her panties were so irrelevant at this point. The transparent fabric had darkened with her wetness, and with legs spread that wide, she could smell the perfume on her thighs, the scent of her arousal.

Myles lowered himself between her legs. Without taking his eyes off her, he brushed his thumb over her clit.

“Oh,” she squeaked as a jolt of lightning passed through her, all her nerves singed at that one touch. Her cheeks turned a crimson red as Myles licked his thumb before going back for more. He dipped his fingers between her folds, just there at the entrance, and already it felt as if she were being impaled with his cock.

He stroked her, faster, slower, teasing her. She was a novice with zero self-control. Anorgasm started to gather in the depths of her soul. So close.

Until Myles pinched her clit and clamped it.

“You… bastard,” she managed to say, struggling to control the conflicting sensation in her body. In answer, Myles just chuckled and clamped her a little tighter.

“Don’t I get a safe word? I want a safe word, and I want it to be bastard.” She couldn’t put into words the sensation raking through her body now. It was all so chaotic and yet so perfect. The clamp between her thighs meant she needed to keep her legs slightly open.

“No, you can just say no whenever you want.”

“Bastard,” she said again as he deliberately fiddled with the clit clamp again before he rose, deserting her.

She watched as they went into the kitchen and helped themselves to food. What was going on? Was this a joke? They clamped her nipples and her clit and then went and ate her lasagna.

“Um, hello?” she called.

“Right, sorry,” Myles said, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“You make that lasagna yourself?” he asked conversationally as he picked up a gag ball, where the ball was actually a piece of candy, and then proceeded to gag her with it.

“Fucking perfection. The lasagna, I mean. And you.”

He then used the fluffy restraints on her ankles, binding her to the legs of the chair.

“We want your legs nice and wide,” he said before he resumed his meal with his two other friends.

What?

After a while, she tired of trying to say something with the gag between her lips, and now hints of strawberry teased her mouth.

She watched them eat, turning even redder every time their gazes slid over her so intently she thought she was going to comejust like that. Then they used the two bathrooms, took showers, and emerged in nothing but gray sweatpants, their cologne fresh and mind-altering.

Their bodies were a craftsmanship of perfection. She gulped. The outline of their cocks? Mammoth.

Chapter Twelve

Holden took his seat again. Myles untied her. Waylan stood with his legs braced apart.

“Crawl to me,” Waylan said softly.

Her eyes widened as she took in his gloriously naked cock. How on earth was he going to fit into her mouth? But nothing was going to stop her. She remembered she had the perfect thing to go with this blowjob.

“Oh wait, let me get my blow job bib,” she said excitedly. It had little Santas on it too.

“A blow job bib? Jesus Christ, fuck no,” Waylan said. “No fucking blow job bib, Mercedes. When I fuck your mouth, I want to see your spit dripping down your chin and sliding down to your tits over the clamps, and I want to see the same for my cum, what you don’t swallow when I nut inside your mouth.

“Oh,” Mercedes said, stopping mid-step, her clit throbbing so hard, she wanted to remove the clamp and make herself come.

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