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I whimpered as I obeyed. Lucas leaned close, and spat Manson’s cum into my mouth. It dripped down my chin, too much for me to take. It was disgusting —God, it was so hot. It was truly repulsive —it made me shiver with ecstasy.I managed to swallow as Lucas watched me, cruel amusement twisting his mouth into a mockery of a grin.
“Take your medicine,” he said, using his fingers to catch the drips that had streaked down my chin. He pushed his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to lick them clean. “Every drop.” He pressed his fingers so deep into my mouth that I gagged, my chest lurching. My moment of weakness gave him new inspiration. He kept his fingers there, hooked deep into my mouth and pressing on the back of my tongue. “Don’t throw up on me now, girl.”
“Control yourself, Jessica,” Manson ordered, tucking his cock away. Every muscle in my throat demanded I gag again, my muscles convulsing. I was shaking all over as Vincent reached through the open window, gave my ass a smack, and then sunk his fingers inside me.
He thrust into me with a quick steady rhythm, fingers slickwith my arousal as Jason kept pleasuring me with his tongue. But the stimulation was far too brief. Vincent pulled his hand back and forced his fingers into my mouth beside Lucas’s.
“You like that, don’t you?” Vincent said, saliva dripping from my lips. “You like tasting how wet you are?” Jason groaned against me, and my eyes nearly rolled back.
“That’s a good girl, keep it down,” Manson said.
Finally my mouth was freed, leaving me messy and trembling as Lucas got to his feet and Vincent went back to fingering me.
“Fuck, please…” I keened. The wet sound of his fingers thrusting into me was so humiliatingly loud, as were my gasping breaths. I wanted to curl up at their feet. I wanted to cry, scream, and kick with abandon. “Please, please, please, I’m sorry, I’ll be good!”
“I’ve heard that one before,” Manson said, the ghost of a smile tugging at his mouth.
“No, no, please, I mean it, I really mean it, please!” I was certain I wouldn’t be sitting down for the rest of the week, but I needed this orgasm so damn badly that I sobbed. “God, Jason, please don’t stop, please…”
Manson seized my face. “When you call to your God, you’d better look at him,” he said. I shuddered, the heat in my abdomen becoming a throbbing inferno as I realized what he meant. There was only one God before me and it was Manson himself.
“God, please.” My voice was tiny, pleading. I was right on the edge. “Please, please, please, let me come, please!”
But Manson’s expression was merciless. Vincent was chuckling at my pleading, an utterly sadistic sound that drenched me in shame again. Dignity? What dignity? That was out the window, long gone, an extinct species. My brain was latched on to one thing, and one thing only — somehow managing to orgasm before Manson cut me off.
But I was a fool to think I could win. This was their playground and I was their toy, a desperate horny mess bucking my hips against Jason’s mouth to reach my peak faster. Manson was smiling, the expression widening with my every desperate breath.
“Don’t,” I pleaded, my voice shaking. My pussy throbbed in that blissful, familiar feeling. “Don’t stop him. Please, God, don’t make him stop, please.”
Manson shook his head, as if I were so very silly. “Bad girls don’t get rewarded, Jess. And you’ve been a very bad girl.”
He didn’t even need to give an order. Jason stopped, the lack of contact making me cry out in protest. He smacked his lips as if he’d just eaten a meal, and instead of pleasure, I got his palm slapping down on my ass again, reigniting my skin with stunning speed.
“This is what happens,” Lucas said as I begged with useless abandon. “This is what you earned.”
I shook my head frantically, gasping through tears at the stinging pain. My safeword teetered on the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t give it voice. I’d told them I could take it and I would. I knew what I deserved, what I needed. And I needed to suffer.
Only when I was wailing, my begging completely incomprehensible, did the spanking stop.
16
Manson
Jess grimaced as she tugged her jeans up over her reddened ass. She sniffled angrily as she pulled up her zipper, looking between the four of us with a pouting lip and watery eyes.
As if she hadn’t literally asked for this.
“Don’t you give me that look,” Vincent said the moment her gaze slid over to him. “I’ll bend you back over so fast it’ll make you dizzy.”
For once, she had the good sense to stay silent. God, she made me feel insane. Every time I looked too long at the Mustang — tires slashed, windows broken, paint keyed, dents in every panel — I wanted to spank her again. I wanted her tolearn. I would have felt better if I’d thought it would do her any long-term good, but lessons weren’t learned in a single day.
Why the hell had she asked for this? And better yet — why had I given in to her? I was fucking infuriated, yes, but I usually avoided shit like this when I was so angry. It felt a little too close to losing control.
But she’d asked for punishment, and who was I to deny her? She’d chosen to face our wrath rather than running off. It was an unspoken show of trust that I hadn’t expected, but it left me more confused than anything else.
Why did she have to push me? She knew exactly how toinfuriate me. She knew all the right words to prod my temper. It had always been an unending tug of war between hatred and longing with her. She was selfish, spoiled, and completely self-absorbed, but she was also faking it constantly. Faking the confidence, the smiles, faking that she was a good, well-behaved girl.
Good, well-behaved girls didn’t get dripping wet when they were punished. Behind that angelic blonde hair and innocent green eyes was a masochist who undeniably craved the pain. I’d already known it and yet it still felt unbelievable.
