Page 114 of Gilded Locks
“Asshole!”
“We’ll get to that,” Stone teased, tapping her actual asshole in a sort of promise.
“You should probably add an extra spank for her calling you that,” Ash joked.
“I’m pretty sure she was referring to Hunter.”
“I was talking to you,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Well, in that case—” Three quick slaps landed in rapid succession.
The strange thing was, the more he hit her the less it hurt. And when the last swat landed, she moaned.
“Ah, I think our little thief is stealing pleasure from all this pain.”
“Good.”
“Fuck,” Ash grunted. It was the only warning before his hot release splashed over her ribs, dribbling down her side.
“You’re gonna be covered by the time the night’s over,” Stone promised.
She lost track of how many slaps he delivered, but in the end, there was no pain. Her entire body was a raw, vibrating nerve of pleasure, so much so, that when he dropped the last smack, she climaxed.
She hadn’t realized that the men were touching themselves while Stone dished out her punishment, but as she trembled through the confusing release, they painted her skin in their own. Masculine grunts and heavy panting filled the room as she became the sole target for their pleasure.
Limbs weak, she hardly protested as they moved her body, repositioning her like a doll, perfectly built for their desires. They propped her up, as Hunter’s broad, hot chest slipped behind her, cradling her comfortably. She shivered against the heat of his body as Ash and Stone untied the binds at her ankles.
They scooted her this way and that until they had her exactly where they wanted. Then Ash pulled her forward to lay on top of him. She instinctively straddled his hips as Stone guided hers up. Ash aligned his cock with her sex, and gently pulled her down, filling her in one fluid motion.
“Give her a second. She’s still clenching from her last orgasm.” Ash moaned as her body naturally tightened around him with each pulsing aftershock.
Stone’s firm hand guided her shoulders down, and Marigold rested her cheek on Ash’s chest. A drawer opened and closed, then oil was drizzled over the base of her spine.
“I’ll get her ready for you,” Stone said, dragging his oiled finger down her crack. He climbed behind her, bending over her back and whispered, “Remember how I taught you to relax.” His finger pressed into her ass and her spine stretched, instinctively trying to escape the intrusion.
“Don’t try to avoid it,” Hunter said, applying pressure to her shoulders to keep her anchored to Ash’s chest.
“It’s too much.”
All three men caressed her until she calmed, giving her as much time as she needed to come to terms with the inevitable. She clutched the ball in her fist, determined to prove she could be their everything in every imaginable way possible.
“Ass up,” Stone instructed once she stopped trying to squirm away. He hitched her hips higher. “That’s a good girl.”
Her labored breathing sped up as he pressed his finger inside of her. Hunter and Ash continued to pet her, whispering words of praise.
“That’s it. You take it like a good girl. Tell me what you feel, Lisichka.”
“Pressure. Tightness.”
“She’s very tight,” Stone confirmed.
“She’s tensing,” Ash informed. “You have to relax, or you’ll never fit all three of us.”
“Three?” As in…down there?
The men softly chuckled.
“That’s impossible.” They were going to rip her in two.
