Page 153 of Doubts & Fears

“I’ll gently spread these legs open, and I’ll lick my way up your thigh. I’ll start slow, but it won’t end that way. No, I’ve wanted to fuck you with my mouth since the first time we danced. I’m going to be a savage with your little clit, and I can’t fucking wait.”

My eyes rolled back in my head; his words were the very air I breathed. Imagining running my fingers through his hair as he sucked me made me crave to touch him. I flexed my fingers, pulling against the sash.

I whimpered as he moved to my breasts and played with my nipples, only to tease me again with his hands on my thighs a little later. He lightly traced my pussy. My poor clit was ignored entirely. He teased me until I begged him and mewled, whining for just one little touch. An hour later, he untied my hands, rubbing my arms. He turned me around. I was so lightheaded it was unreal.

“Now, Nik told me you don’t masturbate. Is that true?”

“Yes, Sir. I won’t touch myself. I promise I’ll be a good girl.” I leaned in toward him, wanting him to touch me again.

“Good, because this dripping wet kitty that wants my fingers so desperately is the property of the Kings. Understand?”

“Mouth too, Sir. I want your mouth too.” I flushed at my words. “But yes, property of the Kings.Yourpussy,” I said, watching his face fill with triumph, almost like he’d been waiting for me to say those words. Hell, I’d compose a song for him with those exact words at this point.

“Awesome, so this is your promise that your little hand isn’t going to wander down here for that one touch you were begging me for a few minutes ago.”

I swallowed hard; he didn’t have to worry about that. “I won’t, I promise.”

“That’s my pet. Such a good girl. Now let’s get you dressed, shall we? You’ve made me late today.”

I hurried trying to put my panties on, but wobbled. The throbbing between my legs was crazy. I kept trying to clear my head, but my skin tingled from his touch. He chuckled loudly.

“Not nice,” I said, my voice equally as wobbly as my legs. He grabbed me in a bear hug, rocking me and kissing the top of my head.

“You’re so damn cute. Let me help you.”

When we emerged from the drawing room, no one was home. Alek took my hand, kissed my fingers, pulled me into his arms again, and rubbed my back.

I had no idea what the next week would look like, but by the end, I was such a hot mess that I would have done anything in the world for one of them to send me over the edge. Anything.

Everything was explicitly explained to me, and after gaining my consent, the torture began. It was beyond anything I’d ever thought possible. Each day blended into the next. Everything was so precisely scheduled.

Each morning at 7 a.m. was lap time. My hands would be tied, and I would be touched everywhere but where I wanted it. No matter how much I begged, and I begged hard, not a single one of them would touch my clit or pussy during lap time.

I got an hour’s break, enough time to calm down, only to begin the actual torture. At 9 a.m., I had to report to whichever King’s office I was spending the day with.

After being dealt two cards, I had to flip them both over, and the value of the cards was totaled. I quickly learned that there wasn’t any number below an eight. The total value of the cards was how many times they would edge me in that hour. I was then stripped.

My hands were tied and placed above my head to keep me from stopping them from their devious torture. I was laid out on the floor with a special blanket under me while my legs were attached to a spreader bar.

Alek was the first one to be astonished at my ability. “Fuck me. You handle a spreader bar like you’re a fucking pro,” he growled.

“You can go wider if you need to,” I offered. He groaned at my words as he stared at my pussy on display.

“You have no idea how incredibly sexy you look right now. Ivan and Nik are going to go crazy when it’s their turn. Kitten, I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but damn if I want you to ever stop.”

Alek’s words about the spreader bar and how I handled it made me believe I could be what he needed. The amount of desire mixed with pride in his eyes made me feel special. Then he took out a makeup brush, and my first mistake was to laugh. His eyebrow shot up. The laughter quickly turned to tears by the end.

The soft strokes on my pussy lips were crazy erotic and so intense. Wetness coated my legs, and I flushed in embarrassment as he continued edging me to the count of my cards. I had no idea how something so soft and small could torment me so.

This type of play was an entirely new concept. I could never have imagined giving myself over to something like this. The sheer ecstatic sense of freedom that had been unleashed in me while with them was eye-opening.

I learned that a freak lived inside me, and I wanted to get to know her a little more. It didn’t hurt that every moment they spent edging me was incredibly intimate. The only drawback was that I was so discombobulated that I couldn’t seem to think straight.

I was in such a state that I canceled my appointment with Marcel. I couldn’t put a coherent sentence together. Plus, I knew he’d take one look at me and know we were misbehaving. And forget going to lunch with Sophia.

After the first brush session, I lay there for twenty minutes. All I could think about was touching myself. Alek left for a few minutes, and I actually contemplated it, shocking myself. I had to remind myself that I’d made a promise.

Somehow, I resisted the urge and had a brief forty minutes to myself before what they would lovingly dub my next torture session, pre-lunch licks. From eleven to noon, I was again stripped and tied.

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