He didn’t give her time to get used to him, but fucked her ass with the same brutal rhythm, hips pounding, his hands gripping the chest harness for leverage.
A few dozen strokes later, Dawg pulled out of her mouth, and she sucked in air and wailed out a loud, broken sound that echoed through the clubhouse. Dawg let her suck air in one more time before he shoved back in, cutting her off before she could wail again.
Knife switched holes again, slamming back into her cunt, then her ass, then her cunt, using her like a toy. She was giving him what he’d wanted while he wrapped her in rope — pureexperiencenow with zero boredom. Fully in the moment.
Nothing about this was mere performance because she had too much going on to react with thought.
She was shaking, drooling around Dawg’s cock, tears streaming down her face, but her arousal levels were amplified by the pain and fear, and that made him want to hurt her more.
Dawg came down her throat and stepped away, and Knife decided he wanted her throat.
Fist stepped up next, taking Knife’s place, and he drove hard into her ass.
Meanwhile, Knife grabbed her hair for leverage and fed her his cock — and moaned when her throat muscles convulsed around him. He didn’t ease in; he fucked her face like a hole, hips snapping, driving deep until her nose was smashed against his pelvis and her throat bulged around his length.
“Fuck yes,” he growled. “That’s it, nothing but holes to fuck, hanging here like meat.”
He held her head tight, using her throat like a fleshlight, letting every gag and convulsion milk his cock. Her eyes were red with tears flowing, drool running from her mouth, and it just made Knife fuck her harder.
Finally, his balls drew up tight and he buried himself to the root, her nose pressed against his pubes, and he came with a low, vicious groan, far past her throat. He kept her pinned there through every pulse while her throat spasmed and she desperately needed air.
Only when the last spurt left him did he finally pull out, letting her gasp and cough while sucking air in.
He looked down at her wrecked face, mascara-streaked tears, swollen lips, and smiled.
“Still bored, cunt?”
Razor stepped to her mouth as Knife stepped away, pulled his jeans up and fastened them. He got another beer and sat off to the side, watching Razor and Fist use her. Watched the strain on the leg. Her shoulders. That top hip.
He settled into his chair, took a long pull of his beer, and wondered whether Tuesday’s Wellington had turned out right.
Then Fist crammed multiple fingers into the bitch’s ass while he pounded her cunt, making her fight the ropes all over again, and all thoughts of Tuesday went out the door.
This configuration meant someone in her ass and someone else in her pussy was possible. Tricky, but possible.
Once everyone had gone the first time, Knife figured he’d get Dawg to help him show their brothers how to manage it.
The night was young, and they had hours left to play with their toy.
Chapter 9
Knife was listening for the Maserati, but he heard an unknown engine turn onto the street. Moments later, an Audi SUV turned into his driveway. He’d left the gate open for her, and had programmed it to close behind her when she arrived.
He stood on his porch, holding his coffee, and watched her park and then climb out of the SUV wearing jeans and a sweater, a bag over one shoulder, moving through the cold morning air like she’d been up the mountain a hundred times.
She hadn’t. This was the third time he’d seen her in his life, so why did it feel so right to have her coming to his home once again?
He couldn’t figure out how to ask about the car. Why she was driving anSUV.
But he didn’t have a right to ask. That was the kind of thing you asked a girlfriend, not a fuckbuddy.
She owned both vehicles, she got to decide which to drive.
“Morning,” she said, and her eyes went to the coffee in his hand. He handed it to her without a word.
She took a sip, scrunched her face, and handed it back to him.
“Breakfast is mostly done,” he said with a chuckle. “You can make your coffee to your specs while I finish up.”
