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“Look at how wet you are, Doll. You like it when I turn your ass red?” Jack continued to pump his fingers inside of me as his other fingers rubbed my clit every time he was deep inside of me. Just as I was close to coming, he removed his fingers, grabbed the paddle, and gave me my sixth spank.
“Fuck you! Six!”
Jack chuckled darkly. “Rule Three, Doll. No coming without permission.” His fingers slipped inside me again so briefly that I questioned if they had even been there.
“Seven! Eight! Nine!” I screamed as the blows came in quick succession. Tears squeezed from my eyes, and I tried desperately to blink them away when Jack suddenly flipped me onto the bed. He leaned over me and licked the tears from my face before kissing me passionately. I was still reeling from the spanking, and the kiss scrambled what was left of my brain so that I didn’t notice he’d tied my hands again until I reached for him when he backed away.
“Seriously?!” I huffed.
Jack laughed as he tied my feet again, leaving me naked, burning in all the places, and spread-eagled on the bed. “You have one more spank, Dyana, and to reiterate, you do not have permission to come.” He raised his hand, and for a moment, I was confused, until I tracked the trajectory of his hand.
Fuck. My. Life.
His hand came down in slow motion, landing directly onto my clit.
“Ten! Fuck, fuck, fuck.” It hurt and felt fucking amazing all at the same time and I had to bite my cheek to keep from begging him to do it again. I closed my eyes, willing my body to calm the fuck down because I was right on the edge and dangerously close to tipping over.
“Look at me,” Jack ordered.
When I opened my eyes, I saw him kneeling between my legs stroking his cock. His hard, dripping cock. I licked my lips in anticipation, and his eyes darkened with desire.
“I want you so fucking bad,” Jack groaned as he leaned down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth.
Finally! I thought as he lined himself up and pushed inside of me. He could do whatever he wanted to me as long as he made me come in the end. When he got a little more than the head in, he pulled out and repeated the process.
What the fuck?
He sat back on his feet again and gripped his dick with his hand at the exact depth he wanted to go. I wasn’t going to come with such shallow thrusts. I needed him deep inside of me. That’s when I realized in horror that he wasn’t going to let me come.
“Don’t you dare, Jack,” I pleaded.
“You feel so fucking good, Baby,” Jack moaned, ignoring me.
I watched helplessly as he continued to use me to pleasure himself. Finally, he pulled out of me, stroking himself to completion with a ragged moan. Ropes of cum landed on my breasts and stomach. When he finished, he stuffed himself back into his pants with a satisfied smile, kissed my forehead, and then left. Before the door closed behind him, I heard him yell, “See you for dinner, Doll. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
Nope, I changed my mind. This wasn’t a sexcation; it was hell.
Bryce
Day Four
I jogged up the hill, my cock already heavy with anticipation and bouncing along like an excited puppy. Today, it was my turn to check on Dyana, and I was hungry. We hadn’t let her come all week, and honestly, I was starting to feel bad for her. Anytime I voiced that feeling, Jack and Evan were quick to remind me that she had drugged us and tried to get herself killed. We had to make sure that she never tried something like that again, because in this life, there was always a chance a situation like that could crop up again. And we couldn’t live without her, so we had to make sure she learned the lesson now. It still felt a little cruel, but Jack threatened to cut me out of our big finish for Day Six, and I wasn’t willing to risk that, so I’d follow the fucking rules even if it killed me.
“Good afternoon, Sweetheart,” I greeted when I walked inside. Dyana’s sullen look broke my heart.
“Let’s just get this over with,” she sighed with resignation.
Shit. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t edge her, which meant that I wouldn’t be having any fun. I knew if I started something, her pleas to come would wear me down, and I’d give in to her. Since that wasn’t an option, we’d have to spend our time some other way. I untied her and gave her a soft kiss. “Why don’t you take a shower while I make us lunch?” I suggested.
She looked at me suspiciously. “Alone?”
“Can I trust you not to come in the shower?”
“Probably not,” she answered honestly.
“What if I let you in on a secret? If you can last two more days, on Day Six, we’ll give you so many orgasms you’ll beg us to stop. But only if you can hold out like a good girl. I’m trusting you, Dyana, and this entire punishment is about being able to trust you again. Will I need to talk to Jack about extending your punishment?”
Dyana’s eyes widened. “No! That’s not necessary. I’ll be good. No orgasms in the shower. Promise.”
