Page 66 of Their Cruel Love

I twist my hands, feel the rope clasp my wrists. Panting, gulping in air, I’m loving the possessive hands on me. And Marcus muttering threats.

“I can’t resist this,” Razor says. “Pray for me.”

As Marcus gropes beneath my chest. One sharp pain hits then a second. They sear deep then throb at me—the clamps on my nipples have been swiftly removed. I yelp, then groan, my body confused. I’m still somewhat mind blown.

Pants are unzipped, and then Razor’s cock is pushing into my pussy entrance, parting my lips, slowly forging deeper. He takes me in small increments then in giant slams while Marcus cradles my front on his thighs to stop me skidding forever. It’s an amazing sensation, and as he keeps going the metal hook prods me, pulls at my ass, reminding me of where it is.

I’m still feeling aftershocks from my last climax. Before, my pussy walls clutched at nothing. Now I have cock in me, and every drive makes me choke or gasp or moan. I surrender to my need to be taken, to be fucked with no remorse and no way to refuse.

Safeword,my mind whispers.

“Fuck. No.” I groan that softly to myself, no one else.

Ecstasy tiptoes in again, coaxing me back to its realm. I shudder and angle my ass upward.

I rock on my knees, my upper body shunting back and forth on Marcus’ lap as Razor fucks me.

“God. With that in here, just seeing it going in…that fucking huge hook…” he’s blurting this out, with each thrust a vulgar punctuation mark, “…and her bound for us. It’s fucking incredible.”

Marcus laughs and strokes his fingers across my mouthbefore he leans down and kisses the back of my neck. When he bites me there, hard, I splutter.

“Let go!” I croak. Not that I want him to.

“Hell, no. You’re my well-chewed fucktoy.”

But I’m straining, clamping in on Razor’s cock, filled in both pussy and ass, when I feel him tense.

Razor swears, moans, and the swell of him inside me is glorious. I made him come. I…made him, and he sounds fucking deranged. It’s the thing that kicks me over. The pleasure pulses then expands, storming through me, and I spasm into another orgasm, weakly straining in every muscle, with his hands at my hips, clawing me closer to him.

Those fingers bruise my flesh while Marcus murmurs sweet compliments and says he’s next.

“No. No more.” My voice is worn out. Possibly only the floor hears me.

I blink through salty tears that have somehow reached my mouth so I can taste them, my focus running along the floor until I see the blur of people watching us do this.

Oh fuck. What have I done? Am doing, for Razor has put his mouth to my entrance and is sucking on me there.

I shouldn’t have. I could have stopped this. What have I done? None of them are friends, except for Marcus and Razor, my sadistic mentors.

Then Razor arrives, hand cupped. A moment ago, I heard him spit. He leans down and kisses me, and I feel some residue of whatever was in there spill into my mouth. I’m not sure what to do.

“Drink it up,” he says, an evil smile curling his mouth, and he grabs my nape and pushes me toward the small puddle in his palm that contains a mixture of his come, mine, and spit.

I hesitate for a second, my mouth hovering where he holdsme, and then I swallow and dart out my tongue, and I begin to lap. “Good girl,” he croons. It tastes fairly vile, as come tends to, like slime and oysters made into a soup, nevertheless a tingle is summoned from between my legs.

A startling realization comes over me, a satisfying one even. This is a turn-on. If a puppy, I’d be wagging my tail at his words.

When I’m done and have licked his palm clean, Marcus rises and loosens the cord that connects my hands to the ass hook. He picks me up in his arms and starts to walk, deeper into the hall, and he’s heading for one of the nearer dangling chains. I burrow my head into his chest.

“Hiding won’t work forever, Phoebe.”

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Marcus

Razor is right. Seeing her like that made my balls tighten, made me want to fuck her into tomorrow, right there, right then.

Head down, her dress half stripped or cut away, with that hook in her ass and having just seen her getting hammered by Razor, while the whole time she’s been lying with her head on my lap, shaking, making noises, and climaxing? I am so done with being the passive holder.

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