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Fuck, it did feel good. Rubbing my clit on the leather, my own arousal making it slick. I moved faster, gasping, chasing the pleasure.
“Get her ready.”
I wasn’t sure who the order was meant for, only that it wasn’t for me. A hand grasped the nape of my neck and a slick finger, covered with lubricant, probed against my anus.
“I’m going to fuck you right here,” Lucas said, close against my back as he pressed his finger past the tight ring of muscle. I cried out at the intrusion, and he repeated the motion; drawing his finger all the way back out, then in again.
“Keep grinding, angel,” Manson said. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
But now, grinding down on his boot meant also grinding on Lucas’s finger in my ass. He added a second finger, stretching me open, and I shuddered at how good it felt.
“Oh my God...” I kept moving, grinding back and forth, arching my back to get him deeper inside me. “More, please...please...”
“Yeah?” Lucas growled, teeth grazing my neck. “Does the little slut want more?”
A third finger squeezed in. I’d had anal sex before; enough to know I enjoyed it. I liked the slow stretch, the subtle ache — hell, I even liked the sharp pain of trying to stretch too big, too quickly.
Lucas pressed his fingers in deep, and Manson’s hand stroked over my hair affectionately.
“Do you want to fuck her ass?” Manson said.
Lucas’s growl was ravenous this time. His teeth clamped down on my neck, and he scissored his fingers inside me, unlocking his jaw only when I groaned at the pain.
“Yes, sir.” Lucas’s drawl was thick as he spoke against my neck. “I want to fuck her tight ass and make her beg for mercy.”
I shivered from head to toe. There was a slick repetitive sound close by, followed by a shuddering sound from Jason. I wished so badly to see what they were doing.
“You have my permission, pup. Fuck her.”
Lucas shifted around behind me, slowly withdrawing his fingers and grasping my hips. He pulled me up higher on my knees, giving himself a better angle. His cock pressed in slowly, the metal of his jewelry still apparent through the thin latex of a condom. He wrapped his arms around me, and I felt small, so fucking small.
A toy for their pleasure.
“Make her scream.”
Lucas thrust all the way inside, biting down on my shoulder at the same time. I cried out — in pleasure, pain, stimulation, submission. He pounded into me, and I grasped tightly onto Manson’s leg, clinging to him as bliss washed over me.
I gasped, “Please don’t stop — Oh, God —”
Manson pulled my head back, forcing it up. “Look up at me when you address me. I don’t care if you’re blindfolded. Do you understand?”
God...yes, he’d told me that before...God and Master. I leaned into his hand. “Yes, Master, I understand.” My voice trembled and I sounded so damn weak, but it didn’t matter.
I could be weak. I could hand control over to them, let them take me and use me becauseIwanted them to. I could indulge my fantasies in exactly the way I needed to, no matter how ugly, offensive, shocking, or repulsive. There was no judgment here, no fear. Shame was just another toy we could play with, not a weapon.
Every jolt of Lucas’s hips made me gasp. We were kneeling at Manson’s feet, fucking like animals as he watched, and my pleasure was growing so swiftly that I couldn’t hold back.
“May I come?” I said, riding the edge. “Please, Master, may I come?”
Lucas groaned viciously against my back, his length throbbing inside me. I kept begging, “Please, please, please...” because I didn’t think I could stop myself, but I needed permission. Ineededit.
“You can come, angel.”
I sobbed with relief. The orgasm hit me so hard I couldn’t breathe or move. Lucas fucked me mercilessly through it, every stroke prolonging the ecstasy.
He came with a guttural snarl, nails digging into my flesh. Leather tassels brushed against my side, a gentle tease before it disappeared. Then there was a swish of air, a crack. Lucas tensed, his cock twitching inside me. There was another swish, another crack, and he groaned.
“Thank you, sir.” His whispered words sent shivers over my skin. He pulled out of me and away. The leather tails of a flogger caressed my shoulders as Manson laid his hand on my head. There was movement beside me, as if someone was kneeling near his other foot.
