Page 203 of The Obedient Lie
I moved faster now, curling my fingers just slightly, while Luca drew tight, perfect circles against her.
Her head dropped back.
“One!” she sobbed. “One—I’m—oh my God—one.”
“That’s it,” Luca licked her nipple, praise slipping into hunger. “Let go. Let usruinyou.”
She broke. Again. So hard her whole bodyshuddered.
But we didn’t stop.
Not even when her thighs locked up.
She wasoursnow. Bound, taken, praised, and undone.
And we were going toownevery single breath she gave us.
“Two,” she gasped again, voice catching mid-breath, like she couldn’t quite believe it.
Neither could I.
She was trembling—full-body, uncontrolled. Her arms flexed uselessly against the restraints, wrists pinned above her, her body locked in a constant quiver like something deep inside her had snapped open and didn’t know how to close.
Luca didn’t stop touching her.
Neither did I.
We didn’t give her a second to come down.
She was crying now. Not from pain. From the overload. From the impossibility of how much pleasure her body could hold and still ask for more.
“Three,” she sobbed. “I—I think I—oh God?—”
And then she broke.
Not just another climax. Not the kind she’d already given us—loud, breathy, desperate.
Her body arched. Her thighs clamped around my hand, and Ifeltit before I saw it—pressure building, then releasing in a rush.
She squirted.
Everywhere.
A spray of warm all over my hand and down her thighs, soaking the sheets, her stomach—me.
I froze.
Just half a second.
Luca stilled too.
Her body collapsed flat against the bed, but her arms still strained against the ties.
Her eyes were glassy. Her mouth open.
She didn’t even know what she’d done.
“…fuck,” I breathed.
