Page 88 of Wicked Oath

Jude grabs my face and makes me look at him with a soft smile on his face. “If you don’t want to come, then don’t come,” he says. “We will not hurt you for not coming. Okay?”

“Okay,” I sniff. He pulls me back to his chest and tears well up. “Please, just fuck me.”

“Fuck,” Jude says, loosening his grip.

“Breathe, Jude,” Chris says. “Don’t panic with her on top of you.”

“I know,” he says, cupping my face. “I need you to look at me, okay?”

“Thank you,” I whimper. “He always made me… look at him. When he would do things. He said he wanted me to know who was doing it… And I need to know who is touching me. Not being able to see you makes me think it’s him. It’s the same when I am sleeping. I need to see who is touching me.”

Jude moves his hands to my hips, and I prop up on my hands beside his head. When he starts to move, I sigh and relax. “There ya go,” he smiles.

“You feel… so good,” I choke out. He lifts his hips slightly and drives into me harder, making me yell out.

“Yes! Oh fuck!”

“Fuck it,” he groans and pulls me down to him. I am laying so that I can still look at him but when he starts fucking me hard and fast, my eyes roll back, and I can no longer give a fuck. Hearing his moan is plenty enough to remind me who is inside of me.

“Fuck!” I scream when Talon suddenly and forcefully fills my ass. I sit up and he wraps his arms around my body. He used enough lube that he easily slides into me and my moan is unhinged and animalistic. They synchronize their thrusts andfind a rhythm where one of them is pushing into me as the other pulls out. Their thrusts are brutal and beautiful. Between these two men, I can easily find peace and it’s not forced. I don’t have to break myself to fit between them. No matter how hard they fuck me nothing hurts. It is a reminder that their aggression brings strength, not subservience.

When my orgasm builds and breaks, the realization floods out of me with my arousal that I have not truly come in a long time. I don’t know what I was doing for Sergei, but it was not an orgasm. It was simply a manifestation of what he wanted to see in that moment. I was never happy with him and nothing ever felt truly good. Even the times that he did force an orgasm, it felt nothing like this. This feels like true freedom and it’s just as fucking addictive as it was before I was stolen from my men. When Talon and Jude come, I am in a blissful state. They hand me off to Tony and Adam, who waste no time getting inside of me.

“Fuck, I missed you, baby,” Tony groans as he sinks into my pussy. Adam pushes into my ass and they both immediately find an unrelenting pace, desperate to come. Desperate to please me. Adam wraps his hands around my throat and squeezes as they both pound into me.

“Fuck, it’s been too long,” Adam grunts out.

As they both near their orgasm, I start to panic. Realizing that I might not come, I’m fucking terrified of being in trouble. I know they told me I wouldn’t be, but it doesn’t stop the fear from rushing in. Once the fear has settled in my brain, there’s no fucking chance I’ll get past it. I am sobbing by the time they finish, and I melt down as soon as they pull out of me.

“I’m sorry,” I say through broken cries. “Please, don’t be mad. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I’m curled into the fetal position with my face buried. I’ve managed to not take any hits to the face, and I don’t want it to start now. One of them lays their hand on my waist and I turn hysterical. “Please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry. I tried. I really tried. Please. I’ll do better.”

“What the fuck is happening?” Adam says. “Did we… What did we do?”

“Look at me,” Chris says, gently rolling me. Without thinking, I pull away from him but immediately regret it. “Hey. Slow down. Stop.”

Jude pins my arms to the bed above my head while Chris sits beside me so that he can lean over and look down at me. “I’m sorry,” I sob. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“No one is going to hurt you, love,” he says sweetly. “Breathe for me, okay?”

“I didn’t… I should be punished,” I whisper. “Master…”

“Is dead,” Chris reminds me.

“No. I have to have a master,” I say.

“Can I give you a metaphorical sock and free you?” Chris asks.

“I… what?” I ask, confused.

“You know… give clothing and you’ll be free,” he says with a playful smile.

“You… are so dumb,” I say, making everyone laugh.

“Baby, if you want us to be your masters, we will happily make you our little pet. If you want us to own you entirely, then we will lead with positive reinforcement not negative. Positivity breeds positivity. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I say with a hesitant smile.

“Good,” he says as he kisses me. “Ready?”

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