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Either way, by the time we are done with her today, she’ll either be begging for it to stop or sucked so deeply into subspace that she forgets we exist and feels nothing but the pleasure in the pain.

Chapter 35

Emery

The pleasure burning through my veins is receding and leaves behind a haze. My heartbeat is loud, everywhere tingles, my head feels heavy, and I desperately want something in my pussy. It’s still spasming, and the emptiness is making my chest tight.

I want to feel full. To feel owned. To never be empty again.

Opening my eyes is not an option. If I do, I know I’ll cry, and I do not want this scene to be over. Because, for sure, that will end this scene. Even though my tears will be because I want them so much.

I’m starting to think agreeing to this weekend was a mistake.

I concentrate on breathing through my nose on Angel’s every outward thrust. His pace isn’t quite lazy, more like deliberately slow, and even if I wanted to pick up the pace, the hold he has on my hair has already created a burn along my scalp. Every few thrusts, he tightens his grip, and the added tension keeps building the haze.

My throat constricts around a gasp as something warm, thick, and firm bumps my clit, stirring the ashes of my last orgasm. I cough and gasp around Angel, who continues to thrust into my mouth, not giving two fucks that my throat is fighting him, which just makes my core heat even more.

I’ve never been used likethis. Yeah, my pussy has been used more times than I can remember, but it was never about owning me. It was just a hole for them to dump a load in. But these four men? They drive me insane. They bring to life every one of my senses.

The thickness nudges my clit a few more times before sliding down and slipping into my pussy, filling me until my cervix complains. Warmth presses against the backs of my thighs and grinds into me.

Viper. I almost sob with the fullness, because, yes, this. This is what I need. I need them, both of them. I want all of it. Everything they have to give me.

Wanting to trap him there, to force him to keep me feeling full, I try to wrap my legs around his back, but tension around my ankles and thighs, and weirdly, my wrists, stops me.

I pull back hard enough that Angel lets go of my hair. Forcing several gasps of air into my lungs, I open my eyes and look at mylegs, my gaze taking in the blue and black rope securing them to my arms, then the armrests of the chair.

“Wh-what—” I can’t even get my question out as a flicker of confusion burns at the edges of the haze. I stare at the ropes in their intricate and woven knots around my arms and legs. I can wiggle my hands and my feet, and while there is a bit of give around my actual limbs, I’m essentially at their mercy.

Both of my holes are exposed and open, spread wide. They can do whatever they like, and I won’t be able to stop them.

An easy access position.

All I will be able to do is cry and scream.

I’m theirs to use as they please.

My breathing increases in pace, and I try to wiggle, to move, to do anything, but I’m further impeded by the fact that Viper’s dick has my pussy locked in place, and all my wiggling does is fuck myself onto him.

“Princess, look at me.”

Turning my head, I look up at Angel. My gaze scans from his hard cock, still wet with my spit, up his V and over his abs, past the nipple ring, skirting the edge of his tattoos, his neck, and up to his dark blue eyes.

“What’s your color?”

“I-I… Green? Maybe yellow.” I stammer through my answer, because I’m not sure. Everything is still a little floaty, but I’m tied up, and that should be bad, right? I shouldn’t like it. I’m helpless.

The room becomes very, very still. Even the music hits a lull.

“Is that because of the ropes? Do you want to be cut free?” The questions sound neutral as he asks them, but I can see the way he stiffens the smallest amount and how tension lines appear around his mouth.

The rapid beating of my heart becomes painful, almost like it is swelling and falling at the same time. His worry that I won’tlike being tied up like this is clear, but my mouth is answering in a whisper before my brain knows what I’m saying. “My pussy is open. And my ass. It’s…It’s easy access.”

Angel’s lips twitch. “Yes, princess. That’s how I want you. With your pussy open and your body bound with my ropes. And your mouth…” He cups my jaw with his hand and presses his thumb into my mouth. When I automatically suck on it, he groans. “Your mouth open as well. We’re going to use both of those holes while you let the ropes hold you nice and tightly for us, okay? Can you do that for me? Can you relax and let us play with those two holes?”

Angel doesn’t mention anything about my ass. Only my pussy and my mouth. The tension that tried to burn away the haze recedes. He doesn’t remove his thumb from my mouth, but I try to talk around it, anyway. “Yes, Daddy.”

“You are such a good girl for us, princess.” Angel presses his thumb down on my tongue and my mouth floods with saliva. “Remember, come as many times as you need to. Just enjoy all the pleasure. We won’t be done until I say we are done. Relax and let us play with you. Trust the ropes. Trust us.”

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