Page 25 of Ensnared

Itry to grind against the pressure, but sudden hands at my hips hold me firm.

Thosefingers continue to move in and out of my tight hole, stretching me, punishing me.Teethjoin the damp, determined lips at my breast and the sharp sting sizzles over my skin, like a live wire to my core.

Tearsleak from the corners of my eyes.Ican’t track who is doing what—it’s all just pleasure.Atanother sharp, wet tug on my nipple,Iclench around the thick fingers inside me.Thesensation is foreign, invasive, delicious.I’venever been handled like this in my life.Beaugroans into my neck.

“Doyou have any idea how good your pussy feels, darlin’?” he whispers roughly. “Sotight.You’redripping over my fingers, dirty girl.You’regoing to come all over my lap, aren’t you?JasperandIwill take care of you.”

Iwant his filthy mouth on mine.Iwant to swallow the sounds.Myhands are frantic, butIcan’t reach skin.

JustwhenIthink the pressure inside me can’t build any further, the fingers inside me crook, rubbing a magical spot that makes lights dance behind my eyes.Everythingin me tenses.IthinkIstop breathing.Athumb circles wetly over my clit, faster and faster.Iteeter on the brink, breathless and gasping.Thebuild inside me is strange and desperate and tears are in my eyes, andIdon’t know exactly what itisbutIknowI’msoclose.

“Bea good girl, darlin’.Comefor me,”Beauorders.

Thenthose scraping teeth bite down hard on my breast as a hand roughly tweaks the nipple on the other.Thesting of pain, the excruciating fullness of the fingers in my pussy andBeau’shungry command work like raw dynamite andIexplode.Ishatter.Ihurtle over the edge, drowning in full-body ecstasy.Ascorching mouth meets mine, swallowing my wild cry, and the fingers inside me are unrelenting, eking out every last wave of pleasure.Everysquirming shiver.

Mytoes actually curl.Ialways thought that was just a myth.

Thecruel mouth on my breasts turns gentle, soothing.Thehurt has settled into something luscious.Myhead is turned and a new pair of lips licks and nibbles against mine, encouraging my soft moans.Irelax into the lazy kisses, until finallyIgive a last shudder, limp and spent.

Themouth on mine moves to pull away butIsuck weakly on the delicious lips, not ready to relinquish them.Theamused laugh muffled against me isn’t familiar and my eyelids, heavy with pleasure, flutter open.

Jasperstudies me, and there’s a smoldering satisfaction behind his eyes that makes me swallow.God, he really is lovely.

Beau’shand lifts from between my legs, drawing my gaze.Helicks his glistening fingers and smirks when my mouth drops open at the slide of his pink tongue cleaning off my juices, though my breathing is still too ragged to protest.Ibite down on my lip.Hard.

“I’vechanged my mind; she’s a perfect fit.I’dbe pleased to have her,”Jaspersays in a low, silky voice.

Iblush and my gaze catches on the very noticeable bulge between his legs.Guiltwashes through me.

“I—”Ibegin, and then clear my throat.Myvoice is so husky it’s unrecognizable. “Ican...”

Can... what, exactly?Idon’t even know where to begin.Thetempered heat inJasper’sface gentles somewhat, and he bends to give me another brief kiss on my lips.

“Verykind, but not necessary.Ithink that’s enough for one afternoon.”

Heturns and givesDominica cool look.Catchingsight of him makes me distinctly aware thatI’mcompletely exposed.

Mybreasts glisten damply in the warm, low light, my nipples are obscenely puffy and red, and there’s a distinct bite mark on my right breast.Mylegs are still split overBeau’sthighs and my slit is wet and swollen and bare and in full view.Mylong, still-damp brown hair tangles over my arms andBeau’sshoulders.Ican even feel the dark blush in my cheeks.

WithJasperout of the way,Inote with relief thatDomhas finally abandoned his book.Hisgolden gaze rakes over me, andLuckyblatantly watches, his eyes sliding between me andJasper.Jasperraises one brow at him before leaving the room.

Iclutch the sides of my shirt and pull them closed over my chest.Themovement makes me shift inBeau’slap, and he groans, his arm tightening around my waist.Thehardness of him is insistent against the seam of my rear, covered only by the straining denim of his jeans.Ifight the urge to turn around and press against him.Deliciouslittle aftershocks still tingle under my skin but there’s a hollow, empty ache between my thighs.Aswonderful as his fingers were, whatIreally want is that thick length buried inside me.

Ijump offBeau’slap, pulse erratic.Whatin holy hell is wrong with me?Ineverthink like this.

Dominicstands up slowly and walks over to me. “Youhave one week to get comfortable here, then we’re drawing straws to work out the roster.Twodays on, one day rest, continuous—unless you and those involved agree to swap days, or take more than one per day, but you sort that out between yourselves.”

Heleaves with me still gaping after him.

Chapter8

Eden

Survivaltip #124

Everyonehas a past.

Makesure theirs won’t come back to bite you.

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