Page 155 of Ink Me Three Times
Mitchell lowers me into the chair. “Legs up. Wide.”
I obey.
Freddie steps in and secures soft cuffs around my thighs, attaching them to the chair’s arms. “Just to hold you open,” he says. “Not to trap you.”
The restraint is surrender. Safety. I whimper as air hits my bare core, already slick, already aching.
Timothy’s fingers trail down my belly. “She’s soaked already.”
“She’s ours,” Mitchell says, voice wrecked. “And tonight she’s getting every fucking inch.”
Then he holds up the plug, small, jeweled, glinting under the light.
“Ever used one of these, sweetheart?”
I shake my head, breath catching. “No.”
“You trust me to prep you for it?”
My stomach flips. “Yes.”
He kisses the inside of my knee. “Good girl.”
Mitchell slicks his fingers and begins slow, one finger circling, teasing, then slipping in gently as I gasp. Freddie leans over and sucks my nipple into his mouth while Timothy grips my jaw and kisses me deep, tongue stroking mine until I’m whimpering into his mouth.
“You’re doing so good,” Mitchell says. “Taking me so well.”
When I’m relaxed enough, he slides the plug into place. I cry out, half shocked, half ecstatic. The pressure is intense, full in a way I’ve never felt. Freddie strokes my belly, grounding me. “Still good?”
“Yes.”
Timothy grins. “Perfect.”
Mitchell turns on the vibrator, small, powerful, and he presses it just above my clit, not even fully touching, just hovering.
My hips jolt. I’m shaking almost immediately.
“I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he murmurs.
Freddie moves in behind me now, lifting my upper body and settling onto the chair so I’m straddling his lap, facing outward. My arms are still free, my hands gripping his thighs as he cupsmy breasts from behind, rolling my nipples between his fingers while Mitchell kneels between my legs, eyes burning.
“You look like a goddess,” he whispers. “Ready for me?”
“Yes. Please. Mitchell, please.”
He slides inside in one smooth stroke, the plug making it somuch. I cry out, body stretching, stuffed almost beyond what I can handle, and it’s perfect.
Freddie whispers filth in my ear as he holds me. “You’re so fucking full, baby. Look at you. Taking him deep.”
Timothy stands close now, the glass toy in his hand.
“Open your mouth.”
I obey, lips parting, and he slides the slick toy across my tongue before pulling it back and pressing it to my soaked folds, where Mitchell’s cock is already pounding into me. He slides it against my clit as Mitchell thrusts, making me cry out all over again.
“Good girl,” Timothy says, voice low. “You’re shaking. You close?”
I nod, eyes fluttering. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop…”
