Page 25 of Their Cruel Love

I fuck that dildo in again and let the vibe go full blast.

She stiffens and cries out, spasming and making choking noises in the most overcome display of a woman orgasming I’ve yet seen.

Punishment? I don’t know. But I drag her legs apart while she’s still twitching, put her flat on her belly, and position myself between her legs. I thrust in fully deep in one go. I stay there, fucking her, while Razor pulls up her head and upper body to his level and stuffs himself into her mouth.

She resists not at all, but after a minute, despite the handcuffs keeping her hands at her back, she edges her knees under her, and tries to arch her back and present her pussy for me.

I grunt and thrust and flatten her. “I’ll say when you can rise, little bitch.” None of this fuckingsweetheart.

I don’t want her to love this, exactly. I want to take her and fuck her into oblivion tonight. This won’t be the last time, I promise myself, as I begin to ram myself in harder, harder. The wet sounds when I spear into her become even more obvious. Her moans with each thrust are driving me crazy. That sensation gathers in my balls and spine, and I jam in and pour myself into her.Mine,finally. I bare my teeth and grind deeper, watching her wriggle under me and gasp into the sheets. I’m tempted to bite her, but I fear I will go too far, so I stop myself.

Razor has pulled her off his cock and is watching.

Finally, I prop my hands on her ass and pull myself from her, watch the spill of come from her pussy. I fuck a finger into her then sprawl and crawl forward, shove that finger into her mouth. She’s sweaty. Her eyes are closed, but she sucks weakly on my finger.

“Done?” Razor asks, laughing.

“For the moment. You’re planning more?”

“Obviously.”

Her head turns, rasping on the sheets, and she eyes us, blearily. Wetness trickles along the edges of her eyelids. “No. Noes. I’m done. I’m fffnuncki—” I’m amused as her tongue tangles with the words.

“You’re done when we say.” She groans at that, but he flips her over and removes the clamps from her breasts then her pussy, only tsking when she squeals. “Now. Where was I?”

“It’s nice to see another sadist at work. Drink?” I slide off the bed, go to clean up in the bathroom, wash my face. “Champagne?” I yell over my shoulder.

“No. I’m working, as you pointed out.”

I turn and see he’s laying out needles and antiseptic.

“No.” I wag my finger. “Later, because I want in on that, with my dick in her while you do it.”

Razor lifts one eyebrow. “Fine. I’ll just cane her a little then fuck her ass?”

“Go for it.” I deviate in my path and saunter to the fridge, open the door. “It’s Bollinger?”

“Still no.”

“Fussy bastard.” And I turn to look. He’s sitting on her breasts and has removed the handcuffs but is refastening them at her front. Phoebe tries to struggle upright but it’s not getting her anywhere.

No safeword, still, I note, as he ties the cuffs to the headboard then stands over her on the bed and looks down at her. Of course, by now, we’re both naked. Phoebe has nothing left of the angel costume except shreds of it about her breasts and neck. Much of her is reddened from the spanking and the clamps, especially those breasts and nipples Razor is eyeing.

I should have a quick shower.

He lifts her legs and surveys her red ass with a sigh. Phoebe rolls out her bottom lip, looking sad. On purpose? Maybe.

“I can’t cane you. Not after all that.”

Instead, he gets innovative, ties her ankles up beside her hands, then masturbates over her. The spurts of come jettison all over Phoebe, marking her ass, her belly, even her face.

Drawn by the messy display, by her ass pulled high almost inviting a reaming, yet he did not do that, I return to the bed. “Going easy on her?”

“Definitely. Go shower, get your drink.” He unlocks and unties her, and when he lies down and spoons, she cuddles back into him, her eyes closing again.

I frown at them. Am I actually jealous of this? I fucking am. “We all need a shower.”

“True.”

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