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They would start at my neck and lick their way down my body. My nipples were kissed and licked, but never sucked. It was sheer torture. Then they would travel lower around my stomach, only to stop and start from my ankles, moving all the way up my legs, paying particular attention to my inner thighs.

I was on fire from the heat between my legs. I tried to push them together, only to have my inner thighs slapped hard. Tears streamed down my face at the end of each one of these sessions. Pre-lunch licks never included my pussy or clit.Torture.

From one to two, the amazing finger vibrator Nik had introduced me to came out, and if I referred to any of the previous activities as torture, my eyes were soon opened. I had to stand with my legs spread, holding my pussy lips open with my hands.

My legs shook uncontrollably as they touched my clit and pushed me so close to the edge, only to stop. I cried, sobbed, and begged to come to the point where my voice was hoarse.

This much play left me swollen. My clit throbbed between my legs, so I was granted a break in the form of something entirely different. From three to four, it was dubbed titty hour.

My bra was removed, and my breasts became their personal playground. My poor nipples were so damn sore as they alternated between fondling, pinching, slapping, sucking, biting, or licking them. I never knew a pussy could actually leak and drip down your thighs, but I learned. Oh, how I learned.

The hour from five to six, they played Red Light, Green Light. Except this was group playtime. I was once more stripped and laid out at home in the drawing room, of all places.

They would tag team me, each taking turns edging me. One calling green light, giving them permission to begin. They would alternate, with one having his hands on my pussy, either fingering me or teasing my clit. The other played with my nipples. Until the caller said red light.

Gerald probably thought I was every bit the whore I’d become because, during this time, it was all for one, and one for all. They made sure the door was locked, but that did nothing to conceal the sounds I made. The next edging hour was from seven to eight, and on the first day, I almost used my safeword.

Alek took me into his room and removed my clothes once more. “Please, I can’t take it anymore. I want to come so bad. Please, I don’t want to play anymore.” I cried on his shoulder as he rubbed my back.

“You’re my special girl, my perfect, naughty little kitty. My pussy is so beautiful, and I have loved playing with you all day. It’s been the best day I’ve had in a long time. We only have two more sessions for tonight. Do you think you could try for me, my pet?”

“I can try, but you won’t let me come, will you?” I sobbed, already knowing the rules.

“That’s right. I don’t want my pretty little pussy to come today. Maybe if you’re a really good girl, Nik will let you tomorrow.” Except he wouldn’t, and neither would Ivan.

“Are you ready?” he asked, kissing my neck. “This one might be the hardest one for you, but you promised you’d try for me. You want to please your King, don’t you?”

Chapter 49

Kinsley

The Playroom

“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered because it was true. He laid me down on the bed, tying my hands once more.

“Nik told me how you feel about this.” He held up the toy they’d bought for me.

I swallowed hard.

“I have no problem with that, but I’m wondering if you would allow me to use it on the outside. Like the finger vibrator.” His voice was low and washed over me in waves.

“You’ll want to put it inside me.”

“If I make you a promise, you can believe me. You said you wanted to please me. You either do, or you don’t. Now, which is it?”

“I do, but I’m scared.” I blinked back tears.

“I know you are, kitten. Why do you think I want to use it on you?”

My eyes grew wide at his words.

“I’m trying to earn your trust here. Have I ever hurt you? Have I ever forced you to do something you didn’t want? I understand you don’t want this inside you, and I respect your wishes. I won’t put it inside.”

“Promise?” I asked, my voice trembling. He kissed me lovingly and took my breath away. It was tender and sweet.

“I promise.”

Somehow, in that hour, he broke down the barrier I had with using a vibrator. “Alek, hmm, ohhh, I’m so close. Please, can I come?”

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