Page 56 of Road to Redemption

She pressed down on my neck, slamming me face-down against the coffee table. My knees quickly buckled, my hips resting against the table’s edge, and my pussy on full display for my captors.

Despite her annoyance, she had no problem letting them watch exactly how she’d punish me. I braced myself for her cock, convinced that it would slam into me any moment now. So I was shocked when two fingers entered me instead.

Her base knuckles were pressed firmly to my center as she held herself still inside of me. The longer she held there, the more initial pressure shifted into a stinging ache. I had no choice but to squirm against her, desperate to alleviate the discomfort.

“That desperate to ride it?” She grumbled, her strong fingers rigid as they kept my hips pinned to the table.

“Dom, it hurts,” I whined, hating how pathetic I sounded.

“That’s not how you ask for what you want, Viper.” She pressed harder, sending a jolt of fresh aching through my core. “Use your manners.”

“Please, Dom.”

“Wrong.” She pressed harder, curving her fingertips into the sore spot. “What do you call me?”

“Sir,” I gasped. “Please, Sir, make it stop.”

“That’s more like it,” she hummed, pulling her fingers out slowly before sinking them back in. Each inch of me that she grazed buzzed with electricity, but her movements were achingly slow.

I couldn’t help but thrust my hips backward, trying to speed her along. But she kept me pinned in place with her free hand, pressing firmly into my back as she took her sweet time torturing my center.

Then came the stretching — the sharp pull as Dom spread her fingers inside of me, sucking her teeth as she peered down at my pussy. “So loose from us taking you two at a time. That would have been too much for most toys. But you must have loved it. Look at how stretched out you still are. You must be ready for more.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, hips lifting in response to the delicious ache her fingers elicited. The thought was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.

She’s right. I do need more.

“Look at how wet you are already,” she purred, pulling her fingers out to examine the way they glistened. Her voice feigned bemusement, but I could see the spark of excitement in her eyes as she brought her soaked fingers around to my mouth. “Clean them.”

I did as she said, eyes rolling back as I sucked every inch of her thick fingers, slipping my tongue between the folds to taste the wells of my own pleasure.

My eyes flickered open to catch Dom’s reflection in front of me, the way her jaw stiffened as she resisted the urge to let her head fall back.

Just when I thought her excitement might be getting the best of her, Dom’s eyes caught mine, a sick grin twisting her lips as she plunged her fingers into the back of my throat.

My throat tightened around them with a slight choking noise. But that wasn’t enough for her. She pulled them out and pressed back in again, deeper, over and over again until I was gagging on her hand.

“Now that’s a pretty sound. I could listen to that all day.”

I whined as she pressed her fingers down my throat again, drawing up acid that burned at the back of my throat. Panic surged in my chest as I wondered how long she would keep this up for. But just as I reached my limit, heaving dryly around her fingers, she pulled out and let my head drop against the hard table. “How pathetic. Look at yourself.”

My hazy eyes drifted to the mirror in front of me. She was right — I was a fucking mess. My hair splayed over my shoulders and my face, barely concealing how fucking spent I was. Drool pooled on the table beneath my cheek, but I was too exhausted to lift my head from the puddle. I sucked in deep, desperate breaths, hoping to recover before she could dole out whatever punishment came next.

But Dom knew my body and its limits like no one else. And there wasn’t a shot in hell she’d give me the chance to rally.

Just when my lungs were starting to feel normal, a gasp ripped all of the air away from them; Dom dropped to her knees and plunged her massive strap into my center. “You take it so fucking easy.”

It didn’t feel fucking easy. My pussy was sore from the carnage the three of them had unleashed on the plane, and as Dom sank into me, I could feel myself stretching to my limit.

“Fuck,” I gritted my teeth. But despite the pain, I could feel the excitement dripping down my legs. Something deep in my stomach ached for more, pushing me to spread wider.

In the reflection, Leo and Spencer were no longer just watching. Leo sat up on the couch with her legs spread wide, hand sinking beneath the packer she’d worn to play with her clit. Spencer, at her feet, tipped her head back against Leo’s thigh, watching me hungrily as she stroked her own strap, letting its ridged base rub against her folds.

I wasn’t sure what turned them on more — my brattiness, or watching Dom tame me. But the heat of their gazes only made my whimpers more frenzied.

I was getting close to an orgasm even before Dom wrapped her arm around my thigh, massaging my sensitive bud with her tattooed fingers. Looking in the mirror, I imagined Spencer and Leo kissing, fucking one another, never taking their eyes off of me.

But though normally this would have been the perfect storm for my climax, my body was beyond its limit. I’d come so many times on the plane, and despite my desperate craving, I wasn’t sure my body could eek out another.