Page 21 of Toxic Obsession

I stared up at him. “Yes.” My thighs clenched with longing. I was totally down with fucking a stranger, and the excitement of not knowing who was beneath the skull mask intensified the situation even more. I still wanted to know who the Red Dragon was and why he was ready to set the world on fire, but my hormones were in the driver’s seat and kicked my curiosity to the curb.

He released my hair, then walked behind me, my gaze watching his every move until he was out of my sight. The sound of a drawer opening and closing caught my attention and my pulse ticked up a notch as I anticipated his next step. Seconds later he tied a silk scarf over my eyes and restrained my wrists in front of me. A whirlwind of fear and excitement pumped through me as he jerked me to a standing position by my arm.

I stepped closer, hearing the sound of a chair scraping across the cement floor. My skirt was yanked up my hips, and a chill caressed my thighs.

Strong hands forced me forward until I was bent over what I assumed was his lap.

“Do you know what will happen if you disobey me?” He squeezed my butt.

I presumed I was about to find out. “No.”

A loud smack filled the room, and my ass cheek began to sting. I inhaled sharply, welcoming the pain as I was spanked until tears flowed down my face.

He parted my legs and ran his fingers over my sex. “You’re wet for me, Wynter. Do you like pain? Is that what makes you come?” He sounded intrigued.

I stiffened in reaction to his interest. I hadn’t told anyone that I loved the endorphin rush of pain and sex. It had always been my secret. “Sometimes.” I squeaked and prepared for him to smack my butt some more. Instead of hitting me, he roughly shoved a finger inside me.

“Such a tight little cunt. I can’t wait to sink my cock into you.”

I squirmed on his lap, chills shooting through my body as the anticipation of the unknown flickered through my mind. Unable to see what the stranger was doing took the sensations to a whole new level.

The sound of the door opening again filled the room, and I listened as footsteps came closer. Maybe my first time at the Black Widow Society would be with two guys. I’d submitted a long list of fantasies, but I didn’t mention that I’d lived most of them. What they didn’t know was that they had competition, and I was grading their performances.

A hand roughly gripped my arm and forced me to my knees on the floor. The sound of a zipper made me tense while I waited to see what would happen next.

Once again, I was pulled to my feet and turned around.

“Straddle him,” someone said beside me.

I stepped backward and hands tugged on my hips, forcing my back against the seated man’s chest. In position, he pulled me down and lined up his dick at my entrance.

Whimpering as he shoved himself inside me, I sucked in a sharp breath. A strong arm slipped around my stomach and pushed my knees against my breasts while he thrust.

“Fuck, that pussy looks good enough to eat.”

There had to be at least two guys in the room with me. Even though the voices were disguised, one was gentler than the other.

I bounced up and down, moaning. God, it felt like forever since I’d been fucked senseless, but it had only been three weeks since my last day working for Dimitri.

Another set of hands grabbed my thighs, forcing my legs back even farther. I gasped as something flicked across my clit, sending delicious shivers through me.

“Oh, God,” I said as I realized that one guy was licking me while the other was inside me. Holy shit, that was hot as hell. One wrong move and the guys would be touching. I would totally be down watching two men. Hell, if they liked two chicks together, then I was an equal opportunist all the way around. As long as they took care of me, I was game.

My core throbbed and tingles traveled through me as I bucked against his mouth, still full of the other guy’s dick.

My head jerked back. “Are you ready to come?” he asked.

“Yes.” My answer was short and breathy, and I was teetering on the edge of oblivion.

Hands cupped my breasts through my shirt, pinching my nipples through the thin fabric. My lips parted, and I groaned as my world exploded, my orgasm ripping through me at mach speed.

Panting, I collapsed back against the guy’s chest. Shuffling filled the small space, and I imagined the guy who had been licking me stood.

My legs were pushed closed, and I was jerked to my feet, my core immediately feeling the loss of body heat. A hand dug into my flesh, pain shooting through me as the first guy forced me to bend at the waist against a hard surface, then rammed his cock into me so hard, I stumbled forward. Jerking my head back, I cried out. His grunts and our bodies slapping together were the only sounds left in the room. But I hadn’t heard the other person leave. Was he watching?

Fingers teased my asshole, then he applied a slippery liquid. He pulled out and forcefully shoved into my ass, and a soft cry escaped me. I gasped as he thrust deep inside me again, my body quivering. Scraping my nails against what I suspected was a table beneath me, I slammed my eyes closed as he continued to move. Waves of intense pleasure swirled low in my belly, radiating through me with each movement, and I gave in to the sensation, allowing it to wash over me.

“Do you like being fucked in the ass, Wynter? Do you beg the guys back home to fuck both holes at the same time?”

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