Page 50 of Fixing Olivia (Fairford Affairs)

“Please.”

Putting the flogger aside, Camden reached between her thighs, pumping two fingers into her pussy. “She’s fucking drenched.” He sounded like he was bragging. “Someone want to get her off while I fuck her mouth? I don’t think she can take much more before she implodes.”

Rafe made a low rasp of disapproval. “Haven’t you ever heard of edging?”

Olivia’s wail was involuntary. “Oh God, please don’t. You said I’ve been a good girl this year!”

Chuckling, Aiden moved up beside her. “Don’t worry, love. I’ve got you.” And as Camden moved into place at the head of the table, her own Dom stepped up beside her, trailing his fingers across her punished ass, heightening the sweet sting. “Be a good girl and suck Camden off, and I’ll make sure you’re rewarded for it.”

Olivia parted her lips eagerly as Camden undid his zipper and pulled his cock free. Goddamn, she’d forgotten how huge he was. Thank fuck she’d had plenty of practice over the last several months, and had finally learned to relax her throat.

Taking hold of her face with both hands, Camden got her into the position he wanted. As soon as he thrust his cock into her mouth, Aiden started rubbing slow, firm circles against her clit. She tried to suck and swirl her tongue, wanting to give Camden as much pleasure as possible, but fucking hell, Aiden’s fingers were too distracting.

Camden didn’t seem to mind anyway. His hands were buried in her hair, holding her at the right angle as he fucked her face mercilessly. It took every bit of concentration she could spare simply to breathe during those brief, fleeting moments when air was possible.

“Jesus...Christ,” Camden ground out, his hands tightening in her hair.

At the same time, Aiden sped up his own ministrations, sending her hurtling toward the edge. She cried out around Camden’s cock as her orgasm exploded over her, and he came moments later, the salty taste of his come hitting the back of her tongue.

Before the aftershocks even ended, the straps were removed and she was sitting up on the table, two dice in her hand. She rolled double fives that time.

With a satisfied smile, Mason picked up the slapper. It had three layers in different lengths, each about two inches wide. Tucking it into his belt, he took hold of Olivia, using a firm grip on her shoulder and a hand under her legs to manhandle her into his desired position.

By the time he was finished with her, she was on her back, head dangling upside down off the edge of the table, her long hair trailing down toward the floor. He’d bent her legs so far back her knees pressed against her chest, then cuffed her ankles and wrists together up in midair. The cuffs were chained to D-Rings to either side of her face, making it impossible to lower her legs.

“Lovely,” Mason said, trailing the slapper down the back of her stockinged thigh. “There will be no need to count.”

The triple impact of the slapper, each layer thudding against her skin a split second after the one before, made her cry out in excitement rather than pain. The way he had her positioned, she was on lewd display, and he alternated between strokes, her bottom on one, her pussy and clit the next.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” she said the fifth time he brought the slapper down on her clit. And he wasn’t even a third of the way through. She didn’t know how she’d survive the rest without going to absolute pieces.

“Does your Dom let you talk like that, little girl?” Mason demanded, giving a particularly harsh stroke across her ass.

She yelped, her muscles straining against the chains. “O-only when I’m not in trouble, Sir,” she answered, her breath coming in rapid spurts. Sweet fucking Jesus, it felt so fucking good.

Tsking, he said, “You’re lucky you don’t belong to me.” And then he was back at it with greater vigor, the impacts harder and closer together.

Olivia wasn’t sure what she said after that, but she was confident none of it met Mason’s approval. And she was fairly sure she committed several acts of blasphemy when she came.

She was still flying high when Mason pried her lips open with his thumbs and pushed into her mouth. It felt so perfectly deviant to suck a cock upside down, his balls slapping against her face with each thrust. Closing her eyes, she lost herself in the feeling of being used, loving every goddamn second of it.

When he was finished, Mason gently wiped the come from her lips before releasing her.

Two down, three to go. She had no idea how she was going to survive it.

Aiden placed the dice back in her hand. She had to roll the black one twice before she got a new number. The white die was finally even.

It was Rafe who grabbed the riding crop from the small table. She knew he would’ve preferred a cane—his favorite implement for inflicting pain. But after a long discussion with Aiden, she’d added that to her list of hard limits following the one time he’d used it on her. It had been more pain than she could handle, and rather than push her deeper into submission, it only made her panic.

Rafe put her on her elbows and knees, wrists and ankles cuffed to the edges of the table, ass high in the air. It was one of her favorite positions, and her pussy clenched all on its own.

“I’m less lenient than the others,” he said, gripping her hair and craning her neck back. “Since you can’t control that dirty little mouth of yours, I’ll have to gag it.”

Her eyes fluttered closed as he pushed a black silicone ball gag between her teeth. She obediently clamped her mouth around it and lowered her forehead to the table, so he could buckle the strap behind her head.

“Finally, some obedience out of you.” He trailed the crop’s flat leather slapper through her slit, the edge rough and hard against her sensitive skin. “If you come without permission this time, I don’t care what Aiden says. Youwillbe punished. Do you understand me?”

She made a noise of assent around the gag.

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