Page 29 of Bound By Mistake
Cain's mouth moves from my neck to my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple, first gently, then biting. I arch into his touch, a gasped groan escaping my lips. Gray's fingers finally reach their destination, stroking my too sensitive flesh.
"So wet for us already," he murmurs approvingly. "Such an eager little slut."
The crude word should offend me, especially right now when they’re being so soft with me but instead it sends a jolt of arousal through my core. It’s not the first time. I don’t understand it, so I don’t try.
I feel so vulnerable, so exposed. But the hungry looks in their eyes make me feel powerful too, in a strange way.
I want it, I realize. I want everything they can give me, and I want to ruin them the same way they’ve ruined me. I want them to fantasize of no one else but me. I want to be the face in their mind’s eye every time they get off. I want them to belong to me, the way I already belong to them.
Now and forever.
The vibe doesn’t power down like it has after my previous orgasms, and against my will, my body is climbing again. There’s no way I can climax again… is there?
It doesn’t matter, I realize. I’ve heard of forced orgasms, of course, but I never really understood how they could be a thing. Now though, with my body under their control, I recognize with startling clarity that they can and will wring every last ounce of pleasure from my body, whether I think I'm capable or not. The thought both terrifies and thrills me. This is different from everything they’ve put me through before.
"Please," I whimper, not sure if I'm begging for mercy or for more.
"Shh," Erik soothes, his hand cupping my face. "We've got you. Just feel.”
Easy for him to say. Iamfeeling. I’m feeling way too much. It’s overwhelming.
The vibrations intensify once more, and I cry out, my body bucking off the bed. Gray's fingers work in tandem with the relentless buzzing, while Cain's mouth continues its assault on my breasts. Erik holds me, holds my gaze, his eyes blazing with desire and something deeper, something that makes my heart race even faster.
"That's it, Bunny,” he murmurs, reverting back to the pet name they’ve given me. One I’ve become inexplicably fond of. “Come for us again. Show us how good we make you feel."
My body obeys without my conscious input, convulsing in yet another intense orgasm. I scream, the pleasure almost painful in its intensity. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes as wave after wave crashes over me.
“One more,” Erik says, maneuvering me so I’m lying on top of him. “I can’t,” I whine, my body trembling just with the simple exertion of turning over.
“Yes, you can,” he insists, scooting us both down the bed, and thrusting his rock-hard cock into my swollen sensitive sheath. Thank god I’m so wet from all the orgasms, since he doesn’t remove the U vibe, and now it’s vibrating against both of us, sending shudders through my exhausted body.
Behind me, I barely acknowledge the rustle of clothing and the distinctive squirting sound of the lube bottle, before I feel the cool gel against my upturned ass. I whimper as Cain prepares me to take him, but whatever noise I make is muffled as Gray fists my hair and brings my lolling head up and to the side to meet his angry looking cock.
Gray's thick length slides between my lips as Cain breaches my ass, stretching me impossibly full.
Erik thrusts up into me, immediately setting a punishing pace that has me seeing stars.
I'm overwhelmed by sensation - the fullness, the relentless vibrations, the taste of Gray on my tongue. It's too much, and yet somehow not enough. My body trembles, hovering on the edge of overstimulation.
"You’re such a good girl, Sierra," Erik praises, his voice strained as he mercilessly pumps into me.
His words send a wave of heat through me I didn’t think I was capable of feeling. Despite my exhaustion and sensory overload, I want to be perfect for them, to please them, to be a part of this. So I hollow my cheeks, sucking Gray harder as I rock my hips to meet Erik and Cain's thrusts.
The room fills with the graphic sounds of sex - skin slapping against skin, muffled moans, and breathless curses. The men move in perfect sync, as if they've rehearsed this a thousand times. Maybe they have, I think hazily. Maybe I’m just one of many.
The thought makes me unaccountably sad.
The men must sense my momentary hesitation because Gray slows his assault on my mouth and his hand comes up to cup my face.
"Look at me, Sierra," he commands softly, and I raise my eyes to meet his intense blue gaze. "You're ours now. Only ours."
His words ignite something primal within me. It might only be a line, but in the here and now, I can feel its truth. I moan around Gray's cock, my hips moving with renewed vigor.
I’m pulled further out of what might have become moroseness by the unexpected stimulus of a flogger breaking over my back. I buck and cry out and all three men groan, thrashing me again.
Cain's fingers dig into my hips as he increases his pace. "That's it, little one," he growls. "Take us all. Take everything we give you like a good little whore.”
All the while, the vibe continues its relentless assault on my oversensitive flesh. I didn't think I had another orgasm in me, but I can feel the pressure building again, coiling tighter and tighter in my core.
