Page 14 of Inappropriately Matched

“I can’t,” I say, reaching for the mask.

“Remove that mask, and I’m going to take my belt to your ass. Hard. Then we’ll take turns fucking your asshole with only our pre-cum as lube. Hard,” Holt says.

I’m sure the flesh on my backside turns a blistering red, and my hole, the most forbidden part on my whole body, clenches. I don’t even fully understand his words, yet the level of arousal they ignite should be worrisome.

“Well, you should know I have a very funnycome face,and I should spare you from it. I get all red, and I... it’s not pretty, trust me.”

“We’ll be the judge on how funny your come face is,” Steele says, not even hiding the amused grin, which I hear in his voice.

“Now, Clementine,” Holt says. Oh my gosh, he’s so bossy.

Okay.

I pull the soft silk of the nightie off my thighs. The slit helps and enables me to part my legs.

“Wider,” Ryder commands. My legs fall further apart.

“Fuck, look at how wet she is,” Steele says, and a trio of soft grunts whispers against my skin, leaving me in flames.

“Touch yourself, Clementine,” Ryder says, his voice low and hoarse.

“Show us how you make yourself come when you touch your sweet, dripping wet cunt.”

The command from Holt demands only obedience.

My fingers fall over my clit. The contact so light, so unthreatening, but every cell inside me riots, taking me down as well. The pad of my index finger slides over my clit. The tremble in my legs travels all the way up my spine and into me. My whole body quakes.

Touching myself unleashes something inside me. I rub my index finger over the bundle of nerves at the crest of my pussy. I’m so wet I embarrass myself. But there is no place for my modesty now. My strokes increase. My breath can’t keep up. I’m painfully and acutely aware that they’re watching me. The blindfold doesn’t remove them from my sight. It brings them closer to me instead. As if they’re in my head, controlling me.

My pussy swells. Juices seep from me now. I’m wetting the bed covers.

“Harder. Faster. Make yourself come right now.” Steele’s voice is thick and husky and makes me quiver even more.

I do as I’m told. Wanton need rises within me. The orgasm I roused builds even higher inside me. My stomach contracts. It feels as if I momentarily die before I come. Hard. So damn hard.

“Beautiful. Now, use both your hands and part your lips for us, Clementine. We want to see you pulsing on the inside.”

I’m not even recovered from the earth-moving climax, but again I follow their demands. I part my labia, and I hear the chorus of their amazement in the air around me.

“Again. Make yourself come again, Clementine. Now.”

I’ve never made myself come immediately twice in a row before. I tried, but I’m just too sensitive after one climax, so I give up. I’m sure it’s not possible, but here, tonight, on our wedding night, on our marriage bed, my fingers glide over my clit furiously.

My legs can’t open any wider. I’ve slid down the headboard and now am on my back. My body arches as my fingers glide over my clit that is so desperate to come, I’m sure I’m going to burst a vein in the process.

I’m blood red in the face. Thank god for the blindfold. I can't see them being embarrassed for me. I’ve rubbed away my dignity as if it were a spot on my clit that had to come off.

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