Page 41 of Good Girl

“We’re going to use this little body all weekend. You’ll be bent over, tied up, restrained, gagged, played with, denied orgasms, fucked, and used until we are done and you can barely stay conscious. This body is ours for the weekend. You’ll walk away baring our marks, your mind filled with the memory of our cocks. We are going to ruin you.”

Definitely Hunter.

The lowly growled words inspire images of all the things I looked up, but the woman is replaced with me.

Restrained on a bed, arms and legs spread out and secured with cuffs.

Tied face-first to a cross, a flogger lashing across my back.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, my back arching up, pelvis curling in, breasts aching as my pussy pulses around his fingers and the toy. My moan drags on and on, turning into a painful cry as pain overtakes the pleasure of my orgasm.

Suddenly, the vibrating toy and fingers are yanked from me, but before I can relax, Xavier grabs my hips and tilts my ass up until my spine aches from the angle. A hot, wet mouth attacks my entrance, lapping and sucking, tongue twisting into me aggressively, as his five o'clock shadow rubs against everything that is sensitive.

My hands snap up to the bedding by my head, twisting the fabric in my fists. I turn my face into the pillow and scream as the sensations overpower me. I have no idea if this feels good or if it hurts, but I give myself over to the sensation, because that’s what Hunter wants.

Slowly, he eases up. His sucks turn to gentle licks. My hips twitch every time that devilish tongue flicks over my clit.

The ringing in my ears dies down enough for me to hear his dark chuckle. “Are you back with me?”

I nod sluggishly. “Yeah.”

The electronic click of his phone’s camera pierces the quiet of my brain.

He makes a rumbling noise. “Hold your pussy open for me.”

With my brain completely checked out, my body follows his order, and I slowly reach around, fingers digging into the skin on either side of my pussy. Using what little energy I have, I pull until my pussy feels like it is gaping open.

I hear the click again.

“Push out.”

I tighten and push my core, moaning as that causes a core-deep ache.

Another click.

“So, fucking wet. I wonder if we can get you to squirt for us. I think you were close in the car.”

Squirt? What the fuck is that?

“Let go and lie right here. No moving.” There is a soft thud on the bed, then warm hands wrap around my wrists, helping me lower my arms to the bed.

I instantly miss his weight on my legs as he leaves. Wetness cools on the backs of my legs, and if I had the energy to feel embarrassed, I would. My mind wanders aimlessly until it thinks of the other men.

Is Derek in the room? Did he watch all of this?

What about the others? Are they silently standing around the room, staring at my abused pussy?

And why the fuck do those thoughts stoke the ashes of my core?

The sound of rushing water is distant but calming.

I don’t even notice that I am falling asleep until I’m jolted awake by a quiet voice. “Come on, princess. Your bath is ready.”

Arms wrap around me and gently turn me over before lifting me against a chest. I snuggle into Darcy, and his arms tighten around me as a feather-soft kiss is pressed to my forehead.

The cool air transitions to a floral-scented steam, and then I am being lowered. Another set of arms wraps around me as I’m placed into warm water. I’m positioned between legs and encouraged to lie back against a warm chest. Cool glass is held against my lips and a little pressure on my chin forces my mouth open, allowing cold water to rush into my mouth.

After swallowing as much as I can manage, I make a noise and the glass disappears.

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