Page 81 of Saints and Sinners

“God, I fucking hope not...” Fynn grins and follows me over to the bed.

My Kitty Cat's eyes pop open as we near, and she starts yelling something through the tape, most likely curse words. I unstrap the wand and holder while my friends release her ankles. I then pull the tape part of the way off so she can answer my next question.

“How sore are you, Kitty Cat?”

“Too sore,” she growls back, and I laugh.

“Good, just how I like it.” I put the tape back in place and pull out my cock as I climb between her kicking legs. All I have to do is look at the guys, and they each take a leg, opening her up even further for me, “Awe, poor little cunt is going to be so battered by the time we finish with it.” I spread her lips apart and then spit down, watching it roll through her folds before pushing into her.

She moans as her greedy cunt sucks me in, “Yeah, she wants it,” Fynn chuckles while holding her left leg up and bent by her chest.

“Get ready, Kitty Cat. It's looking to be a very long night.” I sink into her hard and deep, not giving her an ounce of mercy.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Catalina

Oakley Harris is oneof the biggest assholes you will ever meet and one of the hottest. He's got everything: money, looks, attitude, self-confidence, and yes, a big head...in both areas if you know what I mean. His cockiness both infuriates me and turns me on like no other. All three of these Sinners do it to me. They take what they want, and I let them.

I put up a bitchy front but deep down, my body weeps for their touch, for their twisted perversions. I'm fucked up in the head, I know, but I can't stop wanting them, no matter how much they take from me. Until now, they have worn kid gloves with me; I genuinely believe that. I can sense them holding back, and I want them to stop; I want all of it. Every sick thought, perverse touch, and humiliating and degrading order they can give me is all I want from them.

The way Oakley held my head earlier when I tried to talk only made my pussy drip more, and then he left me alone. He can be cruel, bringing me to peak and then taking it all away, and as frustrating as it is at the time, I know that in the end, it will be earth-shattering.

I fight them because it's fun and gets them to restrain me. It's even better when all three are here because some torture my body while others pleasure it; pleasure and pain are lovely together.

I've been on the precipice of a climax for what seems like hours, and now, they are here, Oakley plunging into my sore vagina without care. It makes me feel alive as he pounds into me while his friends hold me still for him. I'm breathing heavily through my nose, feeling some snot leak out, but they don't care. I moan behind the tape, letting out a few curse words and making them think I'm pissed. It seems to be the only way to make them take me harder.

Suddenly, Fynn pulls out a switchblade and opens it as he grins down at me, “Seems like you are a little overdressed, Little Saint.”

I hold my breath as he slices down the middle of my shirt. I glare at him because it's my only shirt now that my things were destroyed in the fire, but he doesn't give two shits. He flicks his wrist when my shirt falls open, taking my bra with it, and my breasts spring free of their cage.

“God, I love your tits, Lina!” Jett slaps the one closest to him, and Fynn follows suit to the one on his side.

They both take turns slapping and pinching my nipples as their friend uses me. Oakley's thrusts get harder and deeper as he watches his friends torture my breasts, “Look at me, Kitty Cat. I want your eyes on me as I fill you,” he curls his lip as he picks up his speed, then grunts and jerks as he does exactly that; he fills me up full.

Fynn unties the beltfrom the headboard, then my wrists, but not for long. Yanking my arms behind my back, Oakley hands him a zip tie, and my wrists are once again secured. I try talking through the tape, but all they do is grin and go back to ignoring me.

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