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His free hand moves to my clit, rubbing tight circles as he continues to thrust his fist inside me. The dual stimulation is too much. With a muffled scream, I shatter. My body convulses, muscles clamping down hard around Cain's hand as waves and waves of pleasure crash over me.
The orgasm seems to go on forever, aftershocks rippling through me long after the initial peak. Cain confidently works me through it, gradually slowing his movements as I come down from the high.
When I finally stop trembling, he begins to carefully extract his hand. I whimper at the loss, feeling strangely empty withoutthe fullness I so quickly grew accustomed to. Cain shushes me gently, stroking my thigh.
"You did so well, bunny," he praises, carefully peeling the tape away from my mouth so it doesn’t break the skin and extracting the panties. "Such a good girl for me."
“Fuck that was hot!”
The exclamation from a voice I wasn’t expecting brings me back to myself and I realize both Erik and Gray are now awake and have apparently been watching. Cain moves to untie me, but Erik stops him. “Wait…”
For a moment I’m confused, but then I realize he has his cock in his hand, his eyes glued to my still gaping hole as he strokes himself.
Following his lead, the other two do the same, eyeing my trussed-up body and recently fisted pussy while they get themselves off.
Moments later they shuffle close and each of them offload onto my body, covering my thighs, my breasts, and my face with their cum.
Marking me, yet again.
Chapter
Twelve
ERIK
Inever knew watching one of my friends using a woman the way Cain just fisted this girl we still don’t have a name for could be so freaking erotic.
Sure, I watch porn, but somehow seeing strangers, even engaging in the same act, is completely different.
And while we might not know Bunny’s name, I no longer see her as a stranger. She’s become something much more. I’m not sure what, but I can’t help the pervasive draw I feel towards her. It’s complete nonsense, but it’s also completely consuming.
Right now, I want to keep her forever. Keep her tied up in my basement so she can never escape.
And I don’t even have a basement, since I live in an upscale penthouse, but the visual certainly does it for me.
Offloading my cum all over Bunny’s body by my own hand might be quite tame considering all the things we came here for, but it’s surprisingly satisfying. There’s something visceral about seeing her marked by my - by all of our - ejaculate, while she’s tied up and at our mercy.
Yeah, I really do want to keep her.
As much as I’d like to do more, I appreciate she’s exhausted. Especially since Cain, the horny bastard, didn’t let her sleep. And now he’s fisted her, she’ll need a little while to recover… although in the morning, I feel like a little dual penetration is in order, now she’s wide open and prepped for it.
For now though, we’ll let her sleep, and while Cain disappears into the bathroom to wash up, Gray fetches a cloth to wipe our sweet little captive clean, and I busy myself untying her bonds.
Then I slip into the bed by her side. I want to be in the right place when morning comes and I get to manhandle her delectable body again.
The sun is high in the sky when I do finally wake. I guess yesterday took it out of us all. Our little bunny is still fast asleep, wedged between Gray and I, and as my mind slowly wakes, reminding me of my plans, my morning wood automatically pulses against her thigh.
I can't resist trailing my fingers along her soft skin, still showing faint marks from yesterday’s activities. We’ll need to renew those. The thought of thrashing her makes me impossibly harder, but right now I have another agenda.
She stirs slightly but doesn't wake. My touch becomes bolder as I cup her breast, thumbing her nipple until it pebbles under my attention.
A low groan from beside me tells me Gray is awake now too. His eyes meet mine, dark with rekindled lust. Without a word, we silently agree it's time to wake our little captive for some morning fun.
I slide my hand lower, over the gentle swell of her stomach and between her thighs. She's still slick and open from last night's activities, just as I hoped. As I start to stroke her, Gray leans in to nuzzle her neck and pluck at her nipples.
Her eyes flutter open, confusion quickly replaced by a fear which takes me by surprise, but before I can get my mind around what must surely have been an honest reaction, her expression slackens with arousal as we continue our ministrations. She arches into my touch with a breathy moan… maybe she’s been awake the whole time and is simply playing her role again.
Yeah. That must be it. Or perhaps she momentarily forgot where she was. Both are valid options, so I let it go.
