Page 13 of Losers, Part II


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“Get me a chair.”

Whoever had knelt beside me — Lucas, I guessed — vanished. His footsteps returned, then came the heavy but restrained sound of something being put down, and Manson shifted. He sat, and I was between his legs, shaking, as I tried to catch my breath.

I bowed my head as the flogger trailed over my back.

“Do you want to suffer for me, angel?”

I nodded my head quickly, without hesitation. “Yes, Master.”

This time, when the swish and crack came, it fell on me. The flogger he used was heavy, stinging in a million little bites.

“More, please.” I bowed my head even lower, almost to the floor. “Please hurt me, Master.”

Crack, and the sting bloomed. I sucked in a breath, but it came out as a cry. Again and again, he whipped the flogger across my back, until my flesh was burning all over, ignited with heat, my muscles twitching.

“What does a good little slut say?”

I swallowed hard and sniffed. “Thank you, Master.”

Manson lifted me from the floor, maneuvering me easily. He settled me on his lap with my back to his chest, my pussy impaled on his cock.

“Oh,fuck...” I couldn’t get the words out without groaning. My legs were splayed over his lap and he felt so thick inside me.

The palm of his hand slapped against my thigh. “Start riding, slut. Put in the work.”

My toes were barely touching the ground and my legs were weak, but even if I could barely move, I wanted to obey. I braced my hands on the arms of the chair he was seated in — it was soft fabric, like velvet. I slid up and down on his length, loving every inch. Someone came closer, and hands caressed over my chest, squeezing my breasts and tweaking the piercings through my nipples.

“Jason...” He gave a satisfied hum before he kissed me, the cold touch of the rings on his fingers making me shiver. He kissed me deep and slow; that skilled tongue overtaking mine and snatching the air right out of my lungs. He parted from me, and there was a pause, then Manson pushed me forward and the smooth, warm head of Jason’s cock brushed my lips.

I stroked my tongue over him, salivating as I bobbed my head. It was a struggle to get his entire length inside as I took him deep into my throat, sucking him to the same rhythm I rode Manson.

“Good girl,” Manson said. “You’re taking his cock so well.”

Manson’s praise spurred me on. Jason gripped my hair, guiding my head on his shaft. He forced me down, as deep as I could take it, holding me there until I coughed. I was gasping when he allowed me to lift my head again; my strength depleted. But although I was faltering, Manson wasn’t.

“I don’t think sluts need air, do they, J?” he said. I whimpered desperately with need as Jason laughed.

“No, I don’t think they do.” He pressed my head down again until he filled my throat, trailing one finger lightly over my cheek. “Stay with us, beautiful girl. Remember to tap if you need to.”

I nodded before his fingers pinched my nose. My air supply was cut off entirely, and Manson’s finger dug into my hips. His hips bucked up brutally against me, fucking me hard. My throat convulsed, the desperate need for air overriding my determination not to struggle.

But I didn’t tap. I knew my limits of endurance.

“Squirm all you want.” Vincent’s voice circled us. “The only thing you’ll be breathing is cock.”

My lungs ached, theyburnedfor air. But the feeling of perfect surrender washed over me. I was under their control, their protection, their dominance. I was safe even though it was so,sohard.

Jason finally released my nose as he pulled out of my mouth, stroking himself to orgasm all over my face. I licked the drips from my lips, thanking him even as I gasped for breath.

Then Manson’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me back against his chest.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“Your cum please,” I gasped, as his movements grew harsher. “Please come inside me, sir, please fill me up, please.”

He groaned roughly as he came. I was left limp and dazed with bliss, too far gone from the world to do anything. I lay there silently on his lap, thoroughly fucked and filthy.

I couldn’t think of a better way to start the weekend.

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