Page 92 of Torment

“Then you’d better keep those hips still, or I won’t give you what you need.”

He continued to thrust and she felt his cock move against her slit. It took every ounce of self-control for her to stay still, to not move her hips, to let him thrust inside her rather than just against her.

“Now,” he started before jerking her head back by her hair, “you’re not allowed to come until I tell you to. Do you understand me?”

She just nodded, unable to speak, her mind a complete mess of desire, need, and twisted lust.

Another hard jerk, and she gasped.

“Answer me, pet.”

“Yes, master. I understand.”

He let go of her hair, placed a palm on her waist, and reached between them with his other hand. “Give me those hips, pet. Spread wide for me.”

Like a damn reflex, she did what he commanded, and then he gave her what she needed—every goddamn inch—he gave her his all. He filled her to fucking brim, and she had never felt so full, so utterly consumed by one man before.

Scarlet moaned, her mouth formed in the perfect O. Hunter growled in her ear and gripped her hips tighter while he reared back and pushed forward again. The chains rattled above her, and the spreader-bar shifted slightly from the force.

The pleasure, the sensation, and the way he felt inside her was so fucking intense, she wrapped her hands around the chains and gripped it tight. Her head fell back and she arched her body as much as she could, wanting him to gain more access. She needed more of him—harder, deeper.

His hand was back inside her panties, touching her exactly like she needed to be touched, and she knew she was seconds away from bursting at the seams.

“Master, I’m going to—”

“Not yet,” he ordered, his voice a deep, carnal roar in her ears.

His hand glided up her arm until he wrapped his hand around hers over the chain, his chest flat against her back. The warmth of his skin seeped through hers, and it just added more fuel to the fire inside her core. There was a storm raging inside her, waves crashing against every bone of her body, churning violently as Hunter continued to flex behind her. Every time they were together like this, it was intoxicating. But now, this time, it was fucking powerful—thunderous.

She felt his lips brush against her ear. “Do you trust me, Scar?” he whispered.

“Yes.” She didn’t hesitate for a second.

And then he pulled off the blindfold. When she opened her eyes, she looked directly at Rex, sitting in his chair with his cock down Piper’s throat. Her head was bobbing up and down, Rex’s hand firmly fisted in her blonde hair while he kept his eyes locked on Scarlet.

Holy shit. It wasn’t supposed to turn her on like this, but it did. Seeing Rex get off on what she and Hunter were doing, it was so fucking dirty, yet so sensual at the same damn time.

“Embrace it, Scar. Watch them—watch him while he gets off on seeing me fuck you.”

It was too much. Everything was just too damn much, and she could feel her body climbing, her insides coiling tighter and tighter as she felt her pleasure slowly move down her spine, readying to erupt.

“Master, I’m going to come.”

“Not before Rex does,” Hunter commanded. “Do not take your eyes off him.”

Scarlet bit her lower lip hard, struggling against the pleasure threatening to make her fail—to fuck this all up.

She watched as Piper licked and sucked Rex’s cock, the way his eyes became more hooded with every stroke. When he started to flex his hips, pushing Piper’s head lower, forcing her to take more of him inside her mouth, Scarlet knew he was close.

Hunter continued to pound into her from behind, the sound of skin slapping together filling the dining room like a damn Rihanna song.

Deeper, harder, faster Hunter went, filling her over and over and over again…until she knew there was no way she would be able to hold on any longer.

And then Rex moaned with an intense hedonistic look in his eyes. And the way Piper gagged, struggling to breathe, Scarlet knew Rex just came down Piper’s throat.

Hunter pulled out of her completely, before slamming right back in to her, the chains rattling above them.

“Now, Scar. Come for me, kitten.”

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