Page 25 of Kingston
There’s no denying she’s going to be hurting for a while. But I shake my head, pressing my lips together, she chose the punishment. And honestly, I feel this weird sense of pride that she went through with it. We dished it out, she took it.Fuck yes, she did.Peaches is going to surprise us. I can see it coming a mile away.
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Quite some time later, I’m still watching, though not as avidly now, as she’s gone to bed. She’s obviously awake, lying on her stomach in bed and having one hell of a time getting to sleep. My attention is grabbed when she pushes up so she can take her phone from the charger on the nightstand. It takes her a few seconds, then soothing music drifts to me. Not a bad idea.
But four songs later, she’s still tossing and turning, clearly miserable. I bet she’s ready to cry from exhaustion. It’s been quite a night.
Another minute later, her head pops up, and she eases herself close enough to get to the nightstand drawer.What’s she doing?She pulls it open and fumbles around before finally locating whatever it is she’s searching for.
I frown, my mind scattering as she kicks off the bed sheet. I’m unable to see exactly what she’s got in her hand from this angle, and by the time I switch to another camera… well, it’s obvious now. She’s got a vibrator of some sort. Her hips lift, and she slides her hand down, down, down inside her boxer briefs.I can tell the second she touches it to her clit, because she lets out a loud, ragged sigh of relief. Oh, fucking hell. Naughty girl. Breaking one goddamn rule after another.
I shudder with need. I have this habit of edging. I bring myself as close as I can to climax, then back off. Cool down. And start all fucking over again. Tonight has been quite the test in how many times I can comethisclose and then stop. But now… I don’t want to hold back any longer. I heave out a breath. Shove my hand into my pants and release my cock.
I swallow hard as I begin to stroke myself with a firm grip. Elliot moans and slowly rocks against her hand. Does she have flashes of Kingston, Cannon, and myself filling her mind the same way I’ve got my head full of her with them and everything I got to witness earlier?Fuck.There’s no stopping the dirty slideshow of her punishment from playing through my mind.
My dick is hard and thick in my hand, and my eyes cross a bit as I pleasure myself, the warmth and strength of my hand feels good. The only thing that would be better is if it was someone else’s hand or mouth or a pussy, hot and wet. I close my eyes for a moment, imagining the hand tugging on my dick is not my own.
Heat flares inside me, sparking in my chest and racing down my spine directly to my cock. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I drag in a breath, opening my eyes to look back at the screen.
While my eyes were closed, Elliot must have taken off her T-shirt and is now in the process of shuffling out of her underwear.
What. The. Fuck?
Well, whatever she’s doing, sign me the fuck up. My hand moves quickly over my dick, and I’m already so worked up, I know I’m not going to last much longer.
But I want to keep jerking myself as long as I can while she brings herself pleasure.Oh. Oh, fucking hell, yes.My eyes are practically glued to the screen where I watch her crawl to the end of the bed… and put herself into the exact position we had her in earlier before we stopped and left her hanging.
I groan, fisting my cock and eyeing Elliot’s beautiful body at the same time. This is too fucking good for words. My hand shuttles faster and faster up and down my cock, desire blasting through me, threatening to knock me right out of this chair.
With her legs spread so wide, feet propped on the edge of the bed, I have a decent view of everything. I wish the motherfucking lights were on in her room. But damn. With one hand, she’s got the bullet vibrator right where she wants it, and with the other, she plays with her tits like Kingston had done. Her chest rises and falls quickly, her breathing erratic at best. She gasps, writhing on the mattress. She’s got to be thinking about what we did. And Jesus, it’s fucking hot to witness. Her spine arches, and she throws her head back, closing her eyes. She’s gorgeous laid out like this.
She’s close.
And so am I.
My heart beats frantically as I look down at my dick, harder than a rock and leaking pre-cum. I imagine pushing inside of her tight little pussy.Fuck.My brain takes me all sorts of places I’d never go in real life. Probably not, anyway. She’s across the hall. I could be there in ten seconds and inside her. In my head, she lets me. She wants me. I glance up as she comes undone, hips rocking, panting through her orgasm. It’s so sexy, never mind that the name she cried out wasn’t mine.
Electricity zips down my spine, and I unload, coming harder than I have in a long time. Spurt after spurt of cum shoots from my cock, some of it ending up on my hand, but a good amount launches about two feet from me onto the hardwood floor. Jesus.Fuck.
I sit here in my desk chair, staring at the screen like some fucking keyboard commando and only half-watching Elliot as she pulls her clothing back on, because that’s not nearly as interesting as when she was taking them off. With each labored breath, my chest heaves painfully. It takes my heart rate several minutes to slow—I can’t get the mental images out of my head. That was fucking intense.
And Peaches is going to regret her cavalier dismissal of Kingston’s demand. Of that, I’m one hundred percent sure.
SIXTEEN
ELLIOT
The secondI open my eyes, I roll to my side and cover my face with my hands. An unsettling feeling washes over me. I thought maybe when I woke up, last night would all have been a wildly erotic weird dream. But it wasn’t. It really happened. From the top of my head to the tip of my toes, in the light of day, I’m mortified.
The reality that I have to look these guys in the face puts me in a terrible mood—possibly because my rear end is so painful—and I’m unsure how I’m going to handle being around them today and acting like nothing happened in front of the other brothers. These guys enjoyed spanking me. Biting me. And the worst part is—I let them. I’dlikedthe pain. The same way I used to. And that thought terrifies me, but in the moment, I needed it. The mix of pleasure and pain had felt…right.
My mind spins.Oh my god.Why did I let them touch me after it was clear the punishment was over? I came close to falling apart right in front of them. They played me so goddamn easily. Becausefuck.Never in my life have I been so exposed. I can’t believe I let three of them see me so turned on and needy—that was definitely a new one for me. My brain doesn’t compute at all. Yet, it had happened. They’d brought me to the brink only to demand I not come. Really, until then, I’d been fine with everything that’d happened. Actually,fineisn’t the right word—I’dacceptedwhat we were doing. But the stunt they pulled was that of arrogant, controlling assholes.
They’re in charge of me, yes. But what they’d done was unnecessary. And kinda cruel. Embarrassing.
I guess that was the idea. To take me down a peg because I hadn’t followed their rules. When the spanking didn’t work, they took a new tactic—withholding the pleasure promised.
The only bright side to any of this is the tiny thing I picked up on that could be useful. Theylikedwhat we were doing—all three of them. I don’t think I read them incorrectly. But is this how they usually roll? Do they have a habit of sharing girls? I couldn’t quite tell. They seemed comfortable enough with each other as they toyed with me, and I’m certain they felt confident and protected by the legal documents I’ve signed.
