Page 103 of Their Stolen Obsession
My phantoms lingered for a moment with their intense, heated gazes, watching me while I rode the pipe between my pussy lips. The sensation was slick with cool condensation mixing in with my aroused heat. I threw my head back while my backside arched with one hand in front of me and the other gripped behind.
My eyes never wavered from Sin nor Saint while I rocked, and their mouths hung open panting at me. They gathered in closer, smelling my pussy, and they were back to being randy animals, but they were equally delicious. Chests puffed, cocks fully erect like they hadn’t stopped, and their lustful stares trained on me.
Sin grabbed my hips, completely impressed. “Goddamn, sweetheart, ride it.”
I did. I rode the shit out of that pipe until I thought it might spring a leak. The metal creaked with each thrust, and Sin helped press my clit into it.
“Make those titties bounce, darling,” Saint added while he groped me.
I humped faster; the climax built, and my belly coiled tightly all over again.
“Yes…” I repeated until a soft whimper escaped my lips. “Oh, fuck, I’m close.”
“Close enough you should taste it…” Sin dipped his fingers between my legs and brought them up to my lips. “Here. Take a lick, sweetheart. Savor the arousal you’ve given to yourself and don’t be afraid anymore.”
My tongue reached out, and I tasted my cum. Sin took it a step further, and he pushed his two fingers between my lips. He made me suck his fingers until I swallowed all the pleasure I gave to myself. I was high, addicted to the risk and the thrill of an escape these men had given to me. Nothing chained or bound me to captivity, and no one forced me to do anything. But I’d do every fucking thing my phantoms wanted because I was in love with them.
The coil was even tighter in my belly, ready to spring free.
I licked my lips with my taste still on the tip of my tongue. “Sin. Saint. I’m coming. Please fucking set me free.”
“Release yourself, Liv…” Saint groaned as he kneeled beside me and slapped my thigh. “Ride, darling, ride.”
Saint squeezed me as the sensation wrung tighter, and I humped the metal pipe faster and faster. He slapped the skin harder, and my tits jiggled wildly under my soaking wet blouse. Higher and higher I soared until my mouth fell open, but no sound cameout because Sin choked me with the water hose. He wrapped the hose tightly around my windpipe as my eyes bugged out of my head, and my climax hit me at full force. He asphyxiated me with such forceful restriction that tears dropped down my cheeks, but my hips still rocked. I kept thrusting. Never once did I stop because the sensations I had was unlike anything I had ever had before. Sin unwound the hose, and an animalistic sound tore out of me.
I collapsed back against Sin, tired, weak, and completely satisfied beyond any word I could comprehend. My ass crack was numb from the metal right in between the cheeks, but I had no worries. No anxiety and not a single fear. My phantoms had cured me of my phobia, and I’d never look at a water hose the same way again.
“Now what?” I asked as I peered over at Saint, but Sin’s head was upside down with him against my back.
Sin stared at my tits clinging to my wet shirt. “I think we should bolt.”
“Leave?” I questioned, glancing back toward the way we had come. “But the dogs will—”
“Oh, fuck the dogs. They will be fine,” Sin interrupted, wiping the hair from my eyes. “You’re soaking wet and are in need of new clothes.”
“Liv is right,” Saint agreed with me. “I’ll head back for the dogs and explain there was a problem with the water pipes. An unexpected leak.”
“But there’s no leak,” I argued.
“Darling, you were so into it”—Saint tapped the pipe—“you made this thing spring a leak.”
Holy shit! I did!
Sin helped me up, and I viewed the damage I had done. Water sprayed out from a crack in the metal. I was so immersed in coming that I didn’t notice the pipe had burst!
“Oh, no!” I gasped as a hand covered my mouth. “What do we do?”
“Don’t worry. We’ll cover the damage,” Sin replied and lifted me into his arms. “But we need to get you out of here.”
“Okay. But—” Saint shushed me with his index finger and covered me with the leather jacket.
Saint grumbled, “Get her out of here. I don’t want other people staring at what is ours. They had their fill, but Liv belongs to us. I’ll take care of this.”
I glanced around and a tiny gasp escaped me. A few people had watched us! Someone even had their cell phone out, and they were videotaping us. Instantly, my cheeks flushed bright red.
Sin peered down at me. “Don’t be ashamed, sweetheart. You did amazing.”
“But others saw us,” I whispered, embarrassed.
