Page 122 of Beautiful Ascension

My breath hitches at his nearness, and I wet my suddenly dry lips. Owen tracks the movement before tracing the same path with his thumb. “I think you want nothing more than for me to lay you out on this couch and fuck you while I use Lola to play with your clit.”

“I. . . you. . .” I stutter, trying like hell to seem unaffected, but that’s what I want him to do. The cool metal kissing my skin as he slams inside of me is exactly what I need.

Leaning forward, Owen licks the seam of my lips before capturing the bottom one between his teeth and nipping it.

“Ouch,” I hiss, pulling back. “You bit me.” The distinct metallic taste of blood assaults my tastebuds. My fingers brush the spot, confirming what I already know. “And you broke the skin.”

Owen’s lustful gaze zeroes in on the crimson blood now coating my fingertips. “Fuck,” he groans as he clasps my wrist. Then, without breaking eye contact, he lowers his head, bringing my hand to his mouth.

My nose flares, and my body hums as anticipation skitters up my spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. I watch in rapt attention as Owen wraps his lips around my fingers and sucks. Rolling his tongue, he pulls me deeper into his mouth. “Owen,” I cry, panting from the sensation building low in my belly. Need.

“Angel,” he pleads like a prayer, and with one word, he lights a fuse, setting my skin ablaze. Releasing my fingers, Owen cups my cheeks, then rises to his knees and presses his mouth to mine.

Giving up all pretense of indifference, I groan, reaching up and fisting his hair as I deepen the kiss. The taste of my blood still lingers on his tongue, only serving to soak my panties further.

I hear the distant sound of a throat clearing, but we’re both so lost in each other that neither of us stops to see who’s here. It isn’t until whoever is in the room clears their throat again, louder this time, that I try to pull away, earning me another nip.

“You better behave, or he’ll strip you and fuck you while I watch,” Lev warns, announcing his presence. “Won’t you, O?”

Owen reluctantly pulls back, dropping his hand from my face. He confirms, “That and so much more.” Then, he leans forward to whisper in my ear, “But you’d like that—Lev watching while I bounce our pussy on my cock.”

I clench, growing wetter. At this point, I’m certain my arousal is soaking through my lounge pants. Biting my cheek, I swallow back my whine. Mischief dances in their stares, and I know they’re up to something.

“The question is, will it be for pleasure or punishment?”

Then Owen smirks. “As a matter of fact, I think a lesson is in order. She fought to stay here, potentially putting herself in danger. That can’t go unpunished. Can it, Lev?” Owen quips, as Lev strolls into the room.

I track his movements until he positions himself behind me. Then Lev bends, his breath tickling the column of my throat, and murmurs, “It most certainly cannot,” before biting my neck.

My nipples grow to hardened peaks that desperately ache to be sucked. “Oh? Is that right?” I gulp, trying to regain my composure. The fuckers are teasing me. “And let me guess, you two will be the ones doling out my punishment.”

Gliding the tips of his fingers up and down my arms as he rises, Lev traps both of my wrists in his hold. “I’m glad you understand. This way, we don’t have to waste time explaining,” he states before reaching into his back pocket. Moments later, he produces a bundle of black rope.

“So, you just happen to carry around rope?” I question, tilting my chin to peer up at him.

“You never know when the occasion might call for it,” Lev retorts, running the rope along my collarbone before gliding it over my breasts.

My pulse thrums at the feel of the coarse fibers brushing my hardened peaks, making my walls contract, feeling empty and angry that neither Owen’s nor Lev’s dicks are pistoning inside. “Fuck,” I exclaim, already close to coming.

Owen tugs at the loose knot of my pants, refocusing my attention on him. “Be a good girl, Angel, and let Lev tie you up.”

“Here? In the middle of the living room, where anyone can walk in? Aren’t the movers still here?” I rapidly fire off my questions but lift my hips so Owen can tug down my boyshorts and pants.

Cool air hits my drenched naked sex as Owen bends forward, inhaling me. “If I knew I wouldn’t peel off the skin of any man that smelled you with a cheese grater, I’d wear your scent like cologne,” he declares.

“Owen,” I shout as he curls two fingers deep inside me. All of my earlier resistance and protests are long forgotten. I lean against the couch, closing my eyes and surrendering to their whims.

Lev weaves the rope around my wrists and up my arm, creating a pattern I can’t see as he binds them together. “Do you honestly believe we’d let anyone outside of the five of us ever see you naked and still have eyes?” Lev probes as he continues to bind my forearms together. “The movers are gone. Shay went to visit her family, and I turned off the camera to the living room with the explicit threat of death if they stepped a foot outside of the security room.”

Before I can process Lev’s words, Owen pulls me toward him until I’m sitting on the edge of the couch. “You better answer him,” he warns, then he spreads my thighs and buries his face between my legs.

“Shit. . . oh my. . . fuck,” I mumble, unable to make a coherent response. Owen’s tongue flicks against my clit as he thrusts two fingers in and out of my pussy before sliding one into my ass.

I barely have time to adjust when Lev fists my hair, yanking my head back and crashing his mouth down on mine. I gasp as one of Lev’s hands slips under the collar of my Slipknot t-shirt. He tweaks my nipple at the same time Owen works a second finger past the ring of muscles, scissoring his digits as he pumps in and out of my body.

Owen hums against my pussy, and I clench, basking in their unyielding assault on my body. Bucking my hips, I grind down on Owen’s fingers and enjoy the way his stubble rubs my clit.

“That’s it, Angel, ride my face like you’d ride our cocks,” Owen grunts, momentarily lifting his mouth. “Because one day soon, every fillable hole will be owned by us.” His teeth graze my clit before he wraps his lips around the bundle of nerves, sending sparks up my spine.

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