Page 241 of Poor Little Rich Girl


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I can’t quite bring myself to call him my father.

Gabriel tosses the dildo into the corner. “Fair enough. Real cock only. But what about this?” He wears that wicked grin of his as he tosses Noah a vicious-looking paddle.

Noah stands over me, placing his hands on my stomach and my back, and pushes me down so my ass cheeks are high in the air. I catch a flash of his eyes before he moves behind me – heavy-lidded and dark with lust. More hands join Noah’s on my back. Fingers run down my spine, drawing circles over my flame-kissed skin. They drag over my shoulders, down to my tits, pinching and twisting my nipples hard enough to make me cry out. They awaken a deep rumble inside me as warm pressure begins to build.

Trapped in this position, the muscles along the backs of my legs stretch, and my ass feels cold, exposed. Noah chuckles.

CRACK.

A paddle lands against my exposed cheeks. The sting ripples through me, and my knees shake in their awkward position. Between my legs, I ache. I throb, I crave. The bite of the paddle ignites my senses.

I squeeze my eyes shut. “Yes, yes."

“Say ‘thank you’.” Gabe can’t keep the smirk out of his voice. “It’s polite.”

“Thank you!” I scream as the paddle bites again. I strain against the ropes, angling my hips, desperate for something other than air and wood to touch me.

A hand strokes my slit, fingers diving inside me, pressing against my inner walls.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

Noah lays the paddle across my cheeks again, and I scream. Eli bends down and presses his mouth to mine, smothering me in an intense kiss. As Noah brings down the paddle again, I moan and bite down against Eli’s tongue.

Eli pulls back, panting. His fingers tremble as he fiddles with his jeans, shoving them down over his hips. His cock springs free and he edges toward me again. I strain my neck to brush my tongue lightly over the engorged head. Eli’s eyelashes flutter, and this gorgeous sob escapes his throat.

He doesn’t feel helpless anymore.

Neither do I. I feel strong. I feel alive.

I lick up one side of Eli’s cock, then the other, swirling my tongue around the tip, getting it all nice and moist. He jerks under my touch. I take him hungrily, inch by inch, right to the back of my throat. I’m aware of all eyes on me. Eli threads his fingers through my hair, lightly pressing my head down on him.

“I like that you like this,” he whispers.

“So, the Golden Boy of Stonehurst Prep has a kinky side,” Gabriel teases from somewhere behind me.

A hot tongue presses inside me before dancing lightly over my clit. The pressure builds below my navel, and I moan against Eli’s cock. He groans in response and thrusts harder, holding my hair to keep me still while he drives his cock deep into my mouth. He’s no longer gentle, no longer kind, and I want more.

Hands run up my thighs, spreading me wide as that wicked tongue probes deeper. I feel the cold hit of Gabe’s piercing as he nibbles at my lips and brushes over my clit, again and again and again. A storm builds inside me, the lightning leaping across my belly, down my arms, threatening to overpower me at any moment.

Gabriel flicks the ball of his piercing against my clit, and I’m gone. The pressure bursts inside me, and my body convulses, the storm battering my body until I’m a quivering mess.

"Oh God, oh God!" I moan.

"Why yes, I am a god." Gabriel laughs, his breath fire on my skin.

My vision blurs. It takes a moment for the wave to ebb and the gym to come back into view. Eli slides out of my mouth, his jaw tight with need. His fingers work at my restraints, freeing my hands. I’m shaking as I fall into his arms. He pushes himself underneath me as I straddle him on the bench.

Eli’s fingers dig into my hips as I guide myself down on top of him, allowing the tip of his cock to enter me. He thrusts forward, quickly and deeply, pushing himself as deep as he can go. He smiles up at me, blinking through his long lashes. A lock of golden hair falls over his eye.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

I raise myself up on my knees, enjoying the sensation of rocking back, then slamming myself down on him.

The bench groans as Noah climbs on behind me. I can feel his cock pressing against my thigh. Gabriel moves to the wall of toys and tosses something to Noah. A moment later, cool liquid is spread over my skin, and a finger rubs it inside my ass. I moan as I grind against Eli.

Noah shuffles in close behind me, pressing his chest against my back. The warmth of him against my skin is delicious. He kisses my cheek, running his tongue along my jaw, over my ear. I moan softly.

"This will hurt so good," he whispers in my ear, nibbling at the lobe. "Bite me, Claws. Make me bleed."

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