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“Are you?” Manson said. “Then maybe you’d like to try that again. Lucas said you’re groaning like a…?”
“Like a desperate little whore,” I said, spilling out the words as quickly as possible. My pussy clenched, and it was a good thing the game was about to end because I was incapable of playing any further. I couldn’t even make myself sit up straight as everything tightened and familiar waves of ecstasy built higher…higher…
“Fuck, Jason,” I was panting, about to orgasm, and the way he kept moving the vibrator gave me no choice. I came, eyes squeezed shut, body locked in pleasure’s vice-like grip. Jason forced my legs to stay spread apart, the vibrator pressed to my clit, his eyes on my face.
“Tell them how good it feels,” he said.
I babbled, half of it not even making sense. “So good, fuck…oh my God, I’m so full, please —” A curse came through the headset, followed by a heavy exhale. “Oh, God, please, please, please, it’s too much!”
Right when I thought I might combust, Jason pulled me up. I gasped at the sudden loss of fullness inside me, my face heating when I noticed the wet spot I’d left on his chair. He took my headset off and set it aside, his hand disappearing beneath my short dress as I was pressed back against the desk.
“God, you’re so wet,” he said. He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking off my arousal as he stared down at me. “I want to taste you. All of you.”
He tipped my chin up and brought his lips to mine. He was tender at first, leaving a dozen soft kisses on my mouth before delving in, lips parting, tongue probing. I finally had my chance to drag my nails down his neck, his chest, grabbing his arms as I pulled him closer. His hard cock nudged against my belly, and I reached for it, grasping him through the thin fabric.
He smiled against my mouth. “What are you trying to do to me, hm? You want more?” His fingers spread over my throat, and I nodded, moving eagerly against him. “You’ll get more. You’re going to take it all, princess, even when you’re begging me to stop.”
He moved me back and laid me on the bed. He spread my limbs and cuffed them, binding my wrists and ankles with restraints connected to the bed’s four posts. All the while he kissed me, sometimes quickly, sometimes slow and deep. He straddled my hips, praising me as he removed the clamps from my breasts but left the plug in my ass, taking his time to rub and suck my aching nipples into his mouth in between kisses.
“Touch me, please,” I begged, arching my hips toward him. One orgasm was simply not enough, not when he kept teasing me like this.
He got off the bed, grabbing the rose toy and his headset. He laid the headset beside me and said, “Yeah? Want me to make you come again?” I nodded with a moan. “I’m going to make you come so many times there won’t be a single thought left in your pretty little head.”
I wasn’t entirely sure whose curse came from the headset, but it sounded like Manson’s. I squirmed as I thought of the other three men listening in on all this, hearing every gasp, every breath, every plea.
Jason slipped the bulbous tail of the toy inside me. He pressed a button, and it came to life again, the tail vibrating within me while a soft hum emanated from the rose itself.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, fingers spreading me open. He dipped his head down, mouth closing over my clit, tongue lapping at me.
A little cry burst out of my mouth. I jerked against the cuffs but could barely move. I could only gasp, “Oh my God, Jason, that feels so good!”
His mouth left me, but the toy swiftly replaced it. This time, he used the larger part of the rose, and I flinched at its touch, the suction on my sensitive clit almost too much to bear.
“We’re just getting started, Jess,” he said, smiling at me wickedly as I panted. “We’re not stopping until that slutty little brain of yours is completely empty. The only thing I want you thinking about is chasing the next orgasm.”
If my body had a steam pressure meter, mine would be in the red. I was writhing beneath him, both trying to get away and trying to get more. I was going to come again; I could already feel it. But this orgasm didn’t build gently. It slammed into me, cracked open my raw brain, and wrenched out a shuddering cry.
“Jason, please.” My voice broke. “Please, I’m going to come —”
“You’re going to keep coming until I’ve said you had enough,” he said. “Be a good girl and don’t try to keep yourself quiet, understand? I think the boys deserve to be able to hear you.”
Oh, they heard me. It was impossible not to. I yelled as I came, muscles so stiff they ached. I was shuddering, then desperately twitching when the stimulation didn’t stop. When he moved the toy, he used his mouth instead, alternating the sensations. I wanted to reach for him, tangle my fingers in his blue hair and clutch his head between my thighs. I wanted a reprieve from the pleasure, but I also didn’t want him to stop.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growled, lifting his head. He pressed the rose against me again, moving it in a slow rocking motion as he tugged and probed with the vibrating bulb inside me. I couldn’t even be sure if my last orgasm had truly ended, or if he’d drawn it out so long that it was peaking again. But it felt so amazing that my toes curled, my thighs trying in vain to squeeze together.
“Scream for him, Jess.”
“Such a good girl.”
“That’s it, no fucking mercy, J.”
The voices coming through the headset broke me almost as much as the overstimulation. My vision blurred as my body convulsed. “Fuck, Jason, please!”
Heat gushed between my legs, my pussy clenching so hard I squeezed the bulb out. The sheets were soaked beneath my trembling thighs, and when I managed to look down, Jason was staring at me with shock and awe in his wide eyes. His face was damp, wetness dripping from his cheek.
“Holy shit, did you just squirt for me?” he said. I nodded in exhaustion, nearly sobbing from the rush of ecstasy. He ravenously buried his head between my legs again, pressing the bulb back inside me and holding it there. I could only gasp as his tongue lapped hungrily at my overstimulated clit and probed around my entrance.
When he lifted his head again, he looked half wild. He hurriedly tugged off his pants, and his thick cock sprang free to stand rigidly at attention. I wanted to touch him, claw at him, bite, fight, and cry out my ecstasy.
