Page 12 of Bound By Mistake
"Liar," I hiss, plunging two fingers inside her without warning. She cries out, her inner walls clenching around me. "Your mouth says no, but your body is begging for it."
Cain presses against her from behind, grinding his own undeniable erection hard into her back and making her whimper. "I think it's time we gave her what she really wants," he grunts, the motion of his hips pushing the girl’s body lewdly towards Gray and me.
I withdraw my fingers, bringing them to her lips. "Clean them," I order, my eyes impaling her huge silver ones. When she hesitates, I grip her jaw, forcing her mouth open so I can push my fingers inside. It’s only a moment before I’m rewarded with her tongue swirling around them as she tastes her own arousal while she sucks them clean. The sight sends a jolt of lust straight to my already painful groin.
"Good girl," I purr, withdrawing my fingers. "Now, let's see how well you use that pretty mouth."
I push down my pants, freeing my throbbing, angry erection, and give Cain a nod. Her eyes widen, a mix of fear and desire flickering across her face. The fear wins out when Cain presses the spider gag into her mouth, a metal circle which forces her mouth open and gets its name from the prongs that spike out from it, hugging her jaw - that’s his contribution to this joint fantasy. Before she can do more than splutter in response, I grip her hair and stuff my cock through the circle of steel and into her mouth while he watches, his eyes glued to where I’ve violated her.
Thrusting inside, I groan at the wet heat enveloping me as I push all the way in against her gag reflex and set a steady rhythm, fucking her mouth.
She chokes and heaves until I cut off her airway completely. Then her eyes, already big, get impossibly wide, burning pure silver as tears of fear and terror spill onto her reddening cheeks.
Jeez! The power trip.
Refusing to relinquish control, I hold myself still as I watch the panic rise on her beautiful face, grateful for Cain’s spider gag, as I’m certain that without it, she would have tried to bite my cock off by now.
Just as her eyelids start to flutter, and her eyes glaze over, I pull back, allowing her one desperate gasp of air before I start fucking her face in earnest.
Damn, I’m so wound up, there’s no way I’m going to last long.
Luckily, we have three long days to use and abuse this woman in whatever way we please.
Chapter
Eight
SIERRA
Warm, salty strings of cum pump down my throat and I’m forced to swallow repeatedly in order not to choke. The convulsive action around Erik’s fat cock has him throwing his head back and groaning while he pumps into my mouth.
I have no idea what this contraption is that they’ve strapped around my face, but it’s unrelentingly harsh as it forces my mouth open. Drool and jizz dribble down my chin and there’s no way to stop it.
I blink the tears out of my eyes, but I’m too focused on dragging in some much-needed air to take much notice of what’s happening around me.
My head is a mess, still trying to make sense of this hell I’ve found myself in. In some deep recess of my mind, I’m still clinging to the hope that it’s all a dream. A nightmare I’ll eventually wake up from.
But if it is, it’s not over yet, and somewhere, deep down, I know it’s only just beginning.
The tall man they call Gray steps up in front of me, and a shudder trembles through me as I realize I’ll have to endure it all over again while the third man, Cain, watches, completely enraptured.
Gray looks at me, his expression inscrutable as he collects the mess on my chin and feeds it back into my mouth. I’d spit if I could, but that’s also an impossibility, as is denying the thick, long shaft heading my way.
I suck in a deep breath, like someone who’s about to be submerged under water, as he pushes his cock through the shiny silver ring with a grunt, and then all the way to the back of my throat.
I gag again, more tears replacing the ones I’d just gotten under control, and he stares at me impassively as he threads his fingers painfully through my knotted hair and uses it as leverage as he thrusts to the hilt in long sharp stabs.
“Use the short tail whip,” he grunts to the man behind me. “I want to hear her scream around my cock.”
I don’t need a freaking whip, I already want to scream without that as an incentive. Not that I get the choice.
Everything seems magnified, and I hear the rustle behind me, followed by a swish as the air displaces microseconds before a line of pain sears across my shoulders, and I do indeed scream around the cock that’s trying to rob me of breath.
Not being able to see what’s happening has me on edge, but I don’t know if that makes things better or worse.
I know enough to understand tensing or wriggling - yeah, I’ve indulged in learning about these kinds of things as a way to indulge my fantasies - will increase the pain, so maybe it’s better if I don’t know what’s coming.
The whip cracks again, this time lashing across my lower back. I jerk forward involuntarily, driving Gray's cock deeper into my throat. He groans in pleasure as I gag and struggle for air.
