Page 133 of Ensnared

He’stesting me.He’stesting menow?

He’llfollow through,Iknow, and deliver me the orgasm he promised... but he won’t fuck me, and he won’t ever do this again.Dommade it clear that he needs to do things a certain way.

He’sseeing ifIcan handle it.

Angerspits through my giddy lust. “Iam taking my punishment,sir.Ifyou have a problem delivering it, then maybeIshould find someone else to finish it.Jasper, maybe?Yousaid you’d hand me over to him, right?”

Hewasn’t there to hear howJasperrejected me, butI’veseen enough to know sharing with anyone butBeaubothers him.

Dom’shand tenses on my backside. “Youwant your punishment?”

Ido turn to glare at him then. “Ididn’t use my safeword.”

“No, you didn’t.”

Myglare softens, just a touch, asItake him in.He’sso tense, the muscles on his stomach are quivering, his face is flushed and strained and his eyes golden fire, and his deprived cock is dark and stiff and glossy with his need.

I’mgrowing softer, wetter in response.I’vebeen so caught up with how good they’re making me feel,Ihadn’t fully registered how much they were getting off on having me like this, spread out for them to enjoy.

Ilick my lips and deepen the arch of my back.Dom’seyes drop to where his fingers are still buried deep in my—God, what had he called it?—my pretty pink cunt.

Eventhinking the filthy word makes me shudder.

“Iearned my punishment, sir.Pleasegive it to me,”Imurmur. “Letme show youIcan be good.”

Iglance back atBeauso he knowsIinclude him in that.Beau’spupils are dilated, and his chest works with short, sharp breaths.Hemeets my eyes with a look of pure, carnal promise.

“Allright, pet, no more warming up.Nomore counting.Braceyourself.”Dompulls his fingers from my pussy, andIsigh at the loss.Thenhe adds, “Youget two more for being a sassy brat.Don’tthreaten me withJasperagain.”

Thatmakes me grin, butIdo as he says and steady my stance.

Beaugrips my chin. “I’mgoing to fuck your mouth now, darlin’, andI’mnot gonna stop till you’ve taken every last drop.”Hetaps my jaw. “Anddon’t go biting me, even when it hurts.”

Irelease a shaky breath. “Yes,Beau.”

Beaustrokes my cheek, then lines himself back up at my mouth, whichIopen obediently.Watchingme, he makes a sound somewhere between a grunt and a groan.Hefills me slowly, completely, andItake in every expressive twitch and grimace on his face.Whenhe’s completely seated, he nods toDom—and then things speed up.

Beaustarts moving rough and fast just asDomstarts raining blow after blow in quick succession, and it’s allIcan do to hold on and let it all happen.Thespanks hurt—some stinging and sharp, others solid and aching, andDom’shands move around my ass as if to make sure there will be no inch of unbranded skin left to sit on.

Beau’slength rubs between my sensitive lips, and he reaches down to cup his own balls where they slap against my chin.Thetaste of him floods me, fills me, mixing with the salty tears that start streaming down my cheeks, both from the impact on my ass and the wayBeautaps the back of my throat with each vicious thrust.

Ratherthan making him hesitate, the sight seems to drag the selfish cruelty back out of my sweet doctor.Heholds my wet, desperate gaze and groans as his thrusts grow harder, sloppier, more frantic, and a lost, drugged expression takes over his face.

Domgrowls behind me. “Ten.”Slap. “Eleven, twelve.”Slap,slap.

Thelast one almost makes me grit my teeth against the brutal sting, butIhold it back at the last second, sobbing aroundBeauinstead.

“Fuck,”Beaumoans, watching the glistening join of his dick and my lips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Thepain fromDom’shand is starting to transform to pure heat, sinking into my bones, my veins.It’slike lava, light and scorching hot.Myclit throbs in time with each blow, my core clenching and leaking moisture.I’mcraving each spank as much asIdread it.

“Fifteen,”Domsnaps, and the strain in his voice makes me whimper.

Theblow is precariously close to my cunt, andIcry out, arching deeper in offering.Please, please, please.

Beau’sfingers in my hair tighten, and he grips his base with his other hand.Hestops thrusting and pulls back so only the fat head of him remains in my mouth. “Stickout your tongue.”

Istick it out as far as it can go, making sure it’s flat along the sensitive rim likeLuckyshowed me the other night.Takingthe second of reprieve,Icatch as much air asIcan, and my panting blows cool air over his heated flesh.Ican taste him leaking onto my tongue.

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