Page 102 of Whips and Chains
If I was going to be bait to draw out this freak playing games with us, then I was going to fucking enjoy the time I had left.
I spread my thighs a little wider and lifted one hand to the side of Levi’s face, making sure I was looking him in the eye. “I want it.”
He groaned into my neck and slid his fingers that inch higher, tucking them beneath the elastic of my panties and stroking over my bare pussy.
Instantly, pleasure erupted there, and I wanted to close my eyes and sink into it. But I covered Whip’s hand, dragging it up to meet Levi’s. “I want you both.”
I knew that this would play over in my mind once I was sober. I would probably be embarrassed and awkward, dying on the inside that I had been so bold and obvious. My foster mother’s condescending voice in my head scoffed and laughed at me for thinking I, a fat woman, could have two beautiful men want me.
My stomach suddenly lurched as her voice filled my head with taunts about how every person in this room thought I was fat and ugly and making a fool out of myself.
Whip’s voice cut through all the noise. “Thank fuck.” His fingers slid higher. “Because all I can think about is how much I want to make you feel good. Just open your legs and let us.”
Levi pulled my thigh over his leg and drew my panties to one side.
Whip pushed two thick fingers straight inside me, filling the ache I so desperately needed filled.
“Oh!”
I tried to keep my cry quiet, so I wasn’t drawing the attention of the entire room, but Levi was in my ear, whispering the reassurances he didn’t know I needed while he held my panties between two fingers and rubbed my clit with a third. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Violet?”
I shook my head, not because I was being coy and just wanted compliments.
But because I wanted to believe him, and I just didn’t. How could I? I’d never had anyone treat me like he did.
Liketheydid.
I still mostly didn’t believe him or Whip or X were even real. Some part of me was just waiting to wake up from the dirtiest, most detailed dream I’d ever had in my life and go straight back to watchingGrey’s Anatomyon the couch with Toby.
But Levi felt so damn real. So warm. His fingers on my clit were perfection.
And yet the doubts in my head never stopped. “I’m fat. Not beautiful.”
Whip paused, his fingers still buried inside me. “I fucking hate that you think you can’t be both.”
I blinked at him.
He leaned in and kissed me so damn hard I was sure my lips would be bruised tomorrow. His tongue demanded entrance, taking what he wanted, spinning my head in the process, his fingers finding the spot inside me that electrified my body.
I gasped, but his mouth swallowed the noise. He pushed me further, he and Levi now working together, their fingers moving in time, stroking, rubbing, sliding through my folds, taking me higher, driving me toward the edge.
Whip’s lips slipped from my mouth, dragging along my jaw to the soft skin beneath my ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Violet. You can be both.”
His words broke something inside me.
He wasn’t telling me I wasn’t fat. I hated when people did that. I wasn’t blind. I knew that I was.
Whip was acknowledging what all of us already knew.
And telling me I was beautiful anyway.
It was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard in my life, and it was his words in my ear more than their fingers between my legs that pushed me over the edge.
When I went, I fell hard, my head tipping back, brain spinning, entire body convulsing around their fingers.
Shit, were they finger fucking me together?
The realization sent me into another shock wave of pleasure, until the room around me blurred and the people in it disappeared.
