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She was sobbing now. She didn’t hesitate with bead number two. Or three. Or four. The sting of the leather seemed to outweigh the forceful stretch of her virgin ass but sometimes she didn’t know which was worse.
The stretch in her ass compounded every other sensation driving through her. Wetness drizzled down her thighs. Her ass would look as blood red as it felt thanks to Justin’s belt.
She struggled with bead number five, clenching and not daring to breathe until Justin delivered his strike. The sixth bead was her undoing.
Her mind blanked. Her pain had evolved as if she were in a simulation and could choose whatever she wanted to feel. She chose to feel heat and fullness. The pressure of the beads in her ass rolled against the walls of her pussy.
Every breath she took rocked her and made her clit pulse.
“Good girl.” She heard them say softly behind her as their hands stroked and caressed her.
She sobbed in confusion when she realized that pride had replaced her pain. That she wanted to please them. It was all wrong.
She didn’t matter to them at all. She was a pawn. A bargaining chip.
And here she stood, losing her body to them.
Her last bit of shame came in the form of an orgasm when they pulled the beads from her ass, slowly. She couldn’t contain it or hide it from them. Not when she shuddered and shook and hated herself for not being in control.
She wanted nothing more than for them to touch her pussy. To feel their cocks slide into her.
To know what taking them inside her body would feel like.
Her body fell for them already. Maybe because she was so inexperienced, so naive yet she knew that was a weak argument. None of those things contributed to the way her body responded to them.
But as long as she kept her head, she could save Morgan from them.
As long as she kept her heart, she could save herself from them.
Chapter Twelve
Lorelei soon discoveredbeing alone in their apartment didn’t mean she could walk out. She had tried that and instead collided with the big burly Mike who apparently stood guard outside her prison.
A week had passed since her punishment, earned because she had refused to tell Morgan to deliver the memory stick in exchange for her life. She had shouted at him to leave. She could take care of herself.
She only hoped he had listened and that he would soon make arrangements to leave the memory stick somewhere and leave the country. Somewhere he won’t be found. Ever.
