Page 5 of Room Twenty-Eight: Her Beautiful Surrender

“I understand.” Her voice is clearer this time.

“That’s a good girl,” Major praises, sliding her shirt up and baring more of her. “Now, be quiet so we can have some fun.” His fingers pinch her nipple, and she arches into his touch as her thighs clench around Diesel’s head.

Simultaneously, we all back off the bed to strip down to our boxers. Major pulls out his switchblade and cuts through her shirt. She doesn’t have time to process before Diesel literally rips her white silk panties from her body, and suddenly, she’s totally nude before us.

Dusky pink nipples are peaked to hard perfection, she’s sucking in her stomach while holding her breath, and as I take a look between her thighs, my mouth waters. She’s got a dusky patch of neatly trimmed hair around her pussy, her clit is hard and protruding from its hood, and those pink lips are the absolute most beautiful shade I’ve ever seen.

Before Diesel can dive between her legs again, I take his place, stalling her attempt to close her legs with my broad shoulders. Kissing the inside of her thigh, she moans until I bite the flesh, trying to pull away with a plea of, “Stop.” But I don’t; I won’t. Not until I hear one particular word.

“Can’t do that, lady,” Diesel tells her, cupping her breasts in his hands and tweaking her nipples between thumbs and forefingers.

Brushing my hands from her knees down to her cunt, I use my thumbs to open her lips and expose her like a butterfly. Fear remains her strongest emotion because she is dry as a bone inside, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. Using my bulk, I push forward, opening her thighs wider and higher, exposing not just her pussy but her asshole, too.

“So, who is claiming her where?” I ask, my mouth watering to the point I have to swallow the saliva or spit. I choose to spit on her pussy, watching as the liquid slides from her clit, down her hole, and settles on that tight rosebud that I’m betting has never been played with.

“Please,” she sobs, her cheeks turning an alluring shade of rose. Sliding a finger down the center of her sex, she jerks away and tries to close her legs again. “Don’t,” she chokes out when I see Dies and Maj both licking across her nipples.

Still dry, dampened only by my spit, I circle her hole with my fingertip, following when she jolts at my touch. “Stay nice and still, sweet girl. I want you to enjoy this, but I’m not opposed to you fighting us.” She swallows roughly before nodding slightly.

Transforming into the role of villain wasn’t as hard for Major and Diesel, but for me, it’s been a battle of wills with my desire to cherish this woman that I’m more convinced than ever should belong to us. I don’t want to hurt her, not unless she asks for it—begs, really—which is what tonight is all about. If I had my way, this would be something we’d work up to. To make sure all of us were comfortable with it, but she’s following direction, fighting but willing, and I think by the time we’re done with her, she will be begging for so much more.

At least, that’s my hope.

Planting her feet on the bed next to my arms, I love the way she strengthens herself to accept what’s happening…what she asked for. “Goddamn, you’re being such a good girl.”

“Makes wanting to take from her so much sweeter.” Diesel grins as he licks his way up her chest before nipping her jaw and leaving a red mark. Her mouth opens on a gasp. “Tell me your name, darlin’, tell me what to call you.” She nibbles her lip and shakes her head sharply from left to right. “Awe, come on, babe, don’t be like that.” He chuckles at her defiance and bites her again, harder this time.

“She is going to be quite stunning with our marks all across her body.” Major takes the opportunity to bite down on her nipple. She moans at the sting of pain.

Blocking them out as they threaten and mark her with their teeth, I focus on the pulsing cunt in front of my face. The more Major and Diesel do and say to her, the more she begins leaking that sweet juice I’m dying to taste.

“We rotating on her tonight?” Her body stiffens and immobilizes at my question, likely wondering what the fuck I mean. “Who wants what first, because I’ve got to say, I want her swollen lips wrapped around my dick sooner than later.”

“She ain’t swollen yet.” Diesel grins, moving his hand up her body, stopping short of touching her like I know he wants to. I watch as his gaze moves to Major as an idea hits. “Your dick leaking yet?”

“Oh fuck.” I know exactly what he’s thinking.

“Is that a serious fucking question?” Major grunts as he pulls his boxers over his engorged shaft, precum leaking out of the thick head and down his length.

Diesel redirects his hand and scoops the pearly liquid up before bringing it back to her face. “Open real wide, darlin’, and stick that tongue out.” We wait for her to listen, but she doesn’t move until Major pinches her nipple and twists until she gasps.

When she still doesn’t comply, I give her clit a sharp slap until her pink tongue slips past her lips. Diesel swipes the tip of his finger on her tongue and paints the muscle with Major’s essence before putting his hand down his own boxers and repeating the process.

“Colt was right, you are a very good girl, and good girls deserve rewards.” Diesel’s praise has a blush creeping up her chest, flushing her neck and cheeks. “Never been told how good you are before, have you, darlin’?”

“No.” Her whisper is filled with hurt. I reward her for her honesty and sticking her tongue back out by rubbing slow circles around her pleasure nub. She gasps and squirms under my touch. When Diesel slips three fingers along her tongue and into her mouth, her hips rise towards my touch, and her head tilts back in pleasure.

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Asta

Terror.

Intrigue.

Trepidation.

Longing.

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