Page 34 of Rule
"Amazing," I confess, my voice trembling. "So alive."
"Good," he says, satisfied. "Lie back."
Wondering how I'm going to do that with my hands bound behind me, I don't have to worry. Max unties me but then reties my arms at the front. Laying me back, he lifts my arms over my head. The cool floor beneath me hardens my nipples to aching peaks.
Max, I know it's him because of how he touches me, possessively and roughly twists my nipples before sucking one into his mouth as he looms over me. His cock is pressing against my entrance, and I'm eager to accept him.
"Please, Daddy," I beg. "I need you."
"Fuck, baby girl. I needed to hear that. Tell me what you want."
"I want your cock inside me, Daddy," I whimper, arching my hips off the floor to try and press against him. He shifts out of reach, denying me the release from this exquisite torture.
Max runs his hands over me, smoothly caressing every inch of me without ever touching my pussy or mouth.
"Please, Daddy," I beg again. "Please fuck me."
"I will, baby girl, in just a moment," he whispers.
Hugo is back, tracing the Wartenberg wheel along the sensitive lower part of my side. He lifts my leg high and flicks the wheel against my inner thigh. The sharp pain it delivers feels so good that I moan, unable to contain myself any longer. Hugo pays no attention to my sounds of need, tracing the wheel over other parts of my body until I'm crying out in delight with every strike of the wheel.
"Max," Tristan says from somewhere near me. "Fuck her pussy."
"Yes!" I scream, this edging almost killing me.
Max presses his cock against my entrance and plunges into me in one deep, powerful thrust. I cry out as ecstasy shatters through me, my pussy gripping him in desperation.
Max begins thrusting into me quickly at first before slowing down and pulling out completely before plunging back into me with a savage, demanding passion. I come twice before he reaches his own orgasm, releasing his cum directly into my pussy with abandon.
"More," I beg, needing more of this controlling passion.
"Scarlet, we're not done with you yet," Tristan croons. "You have a punishment coming. I didn't say you could come yet."
Miles has returned to me and is drawing the knife over the sensitive skin of my arms and chest. Every twitch of fear or anticipation it causes in me only heightens and extends my already powerful orgasm. He thrusts the handle deep inside me, fucking me with the knife up to the hilt as I weep for a release, but it doesn't come. Miles moves away, leaving me bereft of their touches.
"Please, Master," I plead with Tristan desperately as the beautiful torment continues on my skin.
"What do you need, dirty girl?" Tristan's voice is ragged with desire as he finally kneels between my legs again and flicks his tongue along my clit. My body is still reeling from the frenzied ordeals that the night has thrown at me, but his touch quickly reignites every inch of me. His tongue swirls around my clit relentlessly until I'm begging for more. It seems like forever before he takes pity on me and plunges the length of his cock into me, fucking me in punishing thrusts until I come so hard that everything else seems to fall away.
Tristan thrusts into me relentlessly. Every movement of my bound body adds something new to the building frustration inside me, building along with my climax until I'm sure I will explode when Tristan allows me a release. Tristan seems to sense this and slows his pace, removing his cock from my dripping wet pussy as I'm still edging and sweeping over my clit with his tongue one last time before he removes the blindfold. The cool air on my skin sends shivers of delight streaking through me as my other four lovers kneel around me, their cocks in their fists. My moans fill the room as Tristan fucks me so hard and deep that I swear nothing will ever be this good ever again. He fucks until every nerve ending in my body is pulsing with pleasure.
As soon as he comes, his throbbing cock pumping out a stream of cum, Tristan leans over me and unties my arms, then lifts them back over my head to hold them together. "Stay still," he commands harshly, and I obey immediately, arching my back off the floor as a chill runs through me.
One by one, my lovers claim their place inside me again, each taking turns to pleasure themselves, using me as their cum dumpster until I'm weeping with frustration. The intensity and passion of our encounter reach new heights as we push ourselves further, driven by our insatiable desire for one another.
"More," I beg, lost in the whirlwind of sensations, my body craving every touch, every kiss, every thrust. They oblige, their own desires mirroring mine, and together, we reach the pinnacle of ecstasy.
"Scarlet," Max whispers, his voice full of wonder and adoration. "You're amazing."
"Scarlet," Tristan's voice is dark and commanding, "You're doing so well, dirty girl." His fingers trace over the welts on my thighs from the whip, and I shudder at his touch. "Tell me what you need."
"More," I whisper, desperate for the release that only they can give me. "Please, give me more."
"Anything for you, love," Miles murmurs, turning me onto my hands and knees and positioning himself at my rear hole. He crudely spits on the puckered hole and then pushes into me slowly, every inch of him filling me up completely as I cry out from the unprepared invasion. My breath catches in my throat at the glorious feeling of being stretched by him.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asks, his voice teasing and light, despite the intensity of our situation.
"God, yes," I groan, rocking against him to take him even deeper. "Don't stop."
