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“Hands only?” Rodrigo asked, eyeing her as though she was a sculpture she was working on.
“Not necessarily. Just keep your dick in your pants.”
“Please, Mister Leduc – don’t do this.” Minnow protested, her tone sulky rather than adamant. She didn’t want more teasing, but could she really bring herself to refuse this?
She could feel the hot gazes of strangers fixed on her, and it was hard to resist squirming the way her body was demanding.
Severin brushed his fingertips along the underside of her breasts, and her nipples tightened to excruciating peaks. She shivered and pouted at him prettily.
“Please – I’ve been so close all day. Two minutes of this and I’ll be groveling so loud you’ll be ashamed of me.”
Rodrigo moved further behind her and his fingers grazed the sensitive flesh below her ass cheeks.
Both of them touching her? Teasing her? She was never going to survive this.
She gasped and frowned, her gaze flicking back toward Rodrigo even though she wouldn’t be able to see him without craning her neck. Not being able to see him or anticipate what he’d do next freaked her out. Slowly, Severin trailed feather light touches up and down her skin, the feel of his rough, cruel hands being gentle and teasing was completely orgasmic. She quivered and tensed, muscles twitching and shifting. Rodrigo matched Severin’s pace, their grazing touches exploring, meeting up, parting ways, never reaching her pussy even though her clit was already throbbing. Minnow mewled in protest, trying to shift away from their hands, but unable to go far.
“What’s wrong?” Severin asked her, feigning confusion. “Women are supposed to like foreplay.”
“A few minutes.” She gasped. “Maybe an hour. Not weeks, you bloody sadist.”
From nearby a woman said, “Weeks? I’d fucking kill you.”
“Pardon me?” came the male response, the tone threatening.
There was the sound of a scuffle, but Minnow was too focused on what was happening to her to worry about some other submissive.
“Me fucking you wasn’t enough?” Rodrigo whispered in her ear.
“You seemed to enjoy it at the time,” Severin whispered in the other ear.
The heat from their bodies reached her naked skin, and she was forced to imagine them taking her that way – sharing, one in front and one behind.
Minnow cried out, her entire body shaking.
Maybe if the orgasm she’d had the other night hadn’t been ruined on purpose it would have held her over, but now that entire evening was a blurred memory. That memory sometimes became a dream too, or a daydream, and sensations from it popped into her head at the worst possible times.
So many women thought they wanted two men at once, but what they didn’t realize was it meant being helpless and picked on. Maybe it was different with vanilla men, but with dominant sadists who had an edging kink, she was overwhelmed and underfucked. Hell, she needed that written on a god damned T-shirt.
Severin trailed a series of small kisses down her neck to her collarbone, then along it. She jolted in surprise as Rodrigo’s mouth brushed against her skin too.
Shit. Shit.
“Please, Mister Leduc, if you’re not going to let me come today, just beat me unconscious. It would be kinder.”
He chuckled, as if she was kidding, then kissed her, his mouth hot and demanding, his tongue seeking her own. She melted against him as his hand slipped into her panties to cup her sex. Rodrigo pressed against her from behind, his erection prodding her lower back as Severin’s fingers explored her arousal, then slid up inside her. She fucked herself with Severin’s fingers, kissing him more deeply.
People around them murmured, but the fact that they were watching her be tortured – were aroused by it, from their tone – just made it all burn hotter.
Rodrigo slid further down her body, grabbing her hips and rocking his erection against her ass. Severin sank to his knees and pusher her panties aside, then spread her labia and flicked his tongue between. He found her clit and angled his finger forward to rub against her g-spot. Her clit was sucked into his hot mouth, his tongue moving against her stroking, swirling.
Every muscle in her body tensed to come even as her mind knew this was a lie. Rodrigo ground against her ass, grunting in her ear, shoving her harder against Severin’s mouth. Her body shivered on the knife’s edge of orgasm. Severin’s mouth was gone from her. Rodrigo’s warm presence behind her disappeared.
She screamed. Swore. Wept.
Her wrists were suddenly untied and her knees buckled, but before she hit the floor someone tossed her over their shoulder. She had a raging tantrum as he carried her through the house, her eyes so blurred from angry tears she couldn’t even identify the shirt two inches from her nose.
Severin or Rodrigo?
