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Blythe was blatantly aware of how her pussy clenched at his words. Of how her insides melted at the truth of her vulnerability.
No. This isn’t me. I need control.
Except…
She’d never come the way she had with them for anyone else. She’d rarely come at all in the past when she’d called the shots.
“It looks as if you’re thinking. We can’t have that,” Selt said.
His kiss robbed her of her thoughts, seared them from her skull. His tongue stroked hers, tasting her hungrily, his lips firm. Bound, she had no choice but to accept his kiss. What will she possessed to resist dissipated.
When he drew back, she was panting. He chuckled and concentrated on her breast. His tongue, rough and wet, traced the outline of her areola. He sucked hard, and yearning shot straight to her pussy.
When she moaned, he switched to her other breast. He kept moving back and forth until her nipples were distended twice their normal size. They’d gone from pink to a blatant red.
“Please.” The word escaped, surprising her. She’d never begged before.
“Maybe you’d like me to touch you here?” His fingers slid along her soaked folds. She cried out, arching against him and fighting her bonds.
How did these men drive her so crazy?
Selt pressed fingers in her. They moved slowly, fucking her. She clenched on him, eager to have something inside to ease the fierce ache. She met his strokes as much as her ties allowed, keening when excitement grew. Pleasure gnawed, a ravenous animal.
He nipped her breast, hard. She inhaled sharply at the jolt of pain. It increased the bliss, and her entire being centered on his touches, hungry for hurt and enjoyment.
His fingers searched and found where she was most sensitive within. She jerked the cords and cuffs, shaking under his carnal control. He watched her as his thumb stroked her clit.
Her hips bucked helplessly as she strained for release. It wouldn’t come despite his fingers plunging in her over and over. His thumb drew circles around her nub, lightly tapping on occasion.
She was so close. She needed to climax.Please…
“Come for me,” he whispered, rubbing her clit.
She detonated. As she did, he gripped his cocks and brought them to her openings. He plunged in, taking her in a single thrust. Blythe pealed a scream as renewed surges whited out her vision.
She was full. So achingly full, but the strain fed the rapture clutching her in its grip. Selt drove hard, as Deram had, feeding the convulsions of delight.
Selt was in heaven. Feeling Blythe’s pussy and ass clutch his cocks rhythmically was the sweetest sensation he’d ever enjoyed. Her grip was tight, yet wet and yielding.
He enjoyed the dazed glassiness of her eyes and her spread helpless to receive his ardor. The softness of her features as she succumbed to the gratification he woke. How swollen her lips were from ravenous kisses. The hardness of her nipples on his chest as he rocked over her, in her. Her utter surrender.
He slowed, unwilling to rush his own satisfaction. He stopped. Her sex grasped at his, begging for more. He’d make her come again. Her desire was obvious. He’d have known it even if she hadn’t admitted it had been years since her last man.
When her breathing slowed and the first tinges of awareness woke in her gaze, he reached and found her clit. He stroked it.
She jolted and stiffened. Her lovely mouth stretched wide, and her pussy spasmed anew. She pulled at him hard, her cunt milking him for all it was worth. In an instant, his control was snatched from him. Violent pulses of pleasure streaked through his cocks, and he shot his seed in her in gutting bursts.
It was paradise, filling her as she wailed in continuous gratification. Watching her slowly ease into lax-limbed contentment as he did, all tension fled. Was there any accomplishment to match pleasing a lover?
He pressed gentle kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her smiling lips. Selt would have given anything to remain in her until he rose again, but it wasn’t to be. With real regret, he slid free.
Blythe’s first instinct was to cling to Selt, to keep him from leaving, but she was bound. A second later, she remembered they weren’t alone.
Deram had moved to a chair, where he watched her. He was erect, but he made no effort to join her.
No doubt it was because Hadlez stood next to the bed, also watching her. Also sporting engorged cocks. He held a spray bottle in his hand, and Blythe swallowed. Intimate sensitizer. As if she hadn’t woken so easily from their control already. The stim tab was still in effect, and she couldn’t plead fatigue.
“I’ll take a look to make sure you aren’t bruised or torn,” he said.
