Page 72 of Ace of All Hearts

“I can punish you for ignoring your hunger just because you hate eating.”

She pauses, her eyes glaring daggers through the mirror as they fold into two slits. “You just love showing how much you know me, don’t you?”

“Can’t say I hate it.” Without adding anything else, he slides his arms under her shoulders and steps back, pulling her with him. When she’s away from the sink and facing me, he grabs her wrists and holds them at the small of her back.

“Rachel wants to make you feel good,” he tells me. “You can’t really refuse that, can you?”

“We’re in a public restroom, of course, I can fucking refuse,” she growls at both of us.

“Tough,” he concludes.

I’m on her in a couple of seconds. Undoing her jeans and making her step out of them. I kneel in front of her and peer up.

“Sunshine,” she tells me. “If you think I don’t know what you plan to do, you’re very wrong. Edging me just to make me regret my choice works both ways. Wait until the next time I’ve got my tongue in you—Aah…” I didn’t let her finish her sentence. With her thong in my hand and my thumb against her clit, I begin making her regret her words.

“Shit,” she hisses through her pleasure. My finger caresses her clit slowly, appreciating the way her breath starts staggering and her legs trembling.

In my skirt, the floor hurts my knees, but it’s worth it just to play with Rose. I pull away slightly and blow a breath on her swollen clit when I talk.

“Little doll has been bad,” I whisper. I show her the sharp blade Sam gave me just before bringing it to her inner thigh.

“Rach, be careful,” she tries to plead, only it quickly turns into a moan as I bring my thumb to her clit again. She pushes against it, and at the same time, I trace a line with the blade right where the back of her leg meets her ass cheek. I press until I break the skin and feel her twisting in Sam’s hold as she winces.

“This is going to hurt when you sit back down at the table to eat your breakfast,” he chuckles in her ear.

I grab behind her knee and push her leg up, pulling at the cut I just made. Sam takes over, gripping the exact same spot, and she ends up standing on one leg while the other is pulled to the side. She’s spread open for me, and I can see the thin line of blood leaving from just below her cheek and rolling down.

“Beautiful,” I say before pressing my thumb against her again. She moans loudly and rubs against me. Pleasure twists inside me the same way I’m sure it does inside her. She starts to shake on her standing leg, panting with need, and I pull away.

“Fuck!” she hisses. “Come on…”

Bringing the knife to her entrance, I look up at her. “You love it when I fuck you with the handle, remember?” I’ve done it to her before, and she was crazy about it.

“Y-yeah,” she pants.

Slowly, I push the handle in, knowing full well I haven’t even prepared her with a finger. She pulls away slightly, only to bring herself tighter against Sam. He’s like a wall behind her, standing solid and unmoving. I push until it’s all in, my fingers holding the very base of it. I can feel her wetness against my knuckles. I stay like this for a moment until she gets the message and starts moving. Her hips hit against Sam and roll forward again, moans spilling out of her mouth like nectar from the gods.

“That’s it, baby. How does it feel?” I press against her lower belly, and she chokes on a long moan. “Tell me, doll. How does it feel to fuck yourself on a knife like the desperate little whore you are?”

“G-good…”

“Yeah, it looks like it,” I chuckle. Softly, I pull the knife away and let Sam take over. I don’t even need to say anything, and Rose is too far gone already to realize what he’s doing.

He drags her to the sink and bends her over. Only releasing her hands so she can stop herself from smacking against the counter harshly. She barely has time to glance up that he’s already taken his hard dick out and is pushing inside her.

She hisses at the intrusion, but it quickly turns into a moan. I don’t think she cares about anyone coming in or even hearing her anymore. I point this out to Sam, who smiles, looking at me through the mirror.

“Let her embarrass herself. Let everyone know we own her.” With that, he thrusts hard inside her, and she screams in pleasure. He’s relentless, not giving her any chance to take a new breath, pounding inside her like he’s teaching her a lesson.

Rose doesn’t come before he does, and he releases himself inside her. Before she can come back to her senses, I take off my skirt and grab Rose’s jeans to put them on. They’re tight for me, my hips much wider than hers, yet I still manage to zip them up. I give my skirt to Sam and leave the bathroom, making sure to take Rose’s underwear with me.

It takes long minutes before Sam and her join Lik and me at the table again. Her cheeks are bright red and her eyes are glaring at me, but she’s wearing my skirt. A small giggle leaves me, and I check Lik just to see him smile brightly at her. I let her slide back into the booth to sit right in front of a small plate of pancakes.

“I ordered you breakfast, princess,” Lik smiles. The mockery in his tone is not lost on me. Rose glares at him, and he says, “Don’t worry. It’s from the kids’ menu since you insisted on acting like a spoiled little girl.”

Her nostrils flare and her jaw tightens, but she doesn’t say anything.

“Let me know how it is,” Sam says. He takes a sip of his drink and gives her a bright smile. “Maybe next time you can eat breakfast without cum running down your legs.”

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