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"Amazing." The woman's eyes were kind, filled with fascination. "What a lovely demonstration."
A man and his partner approached us, curiosity piqued. "Is there anything else you can do to tease her while the hook is inserted?" he inquired, his gaze roaming over my restrained form.
"Mm, this one loves to have her clit stimulated." He reached for a small beaded clip and showed it to me, before he spread my pussy lips, exposing my drenched folds to everyone watching. He carefully fastened the clip around my clit. The suddenintensity made me buck, adding pressure to my nipples, moving the hook inside me, and almost pushing me over the edge. It was too much, the sensations edging on pain, but I needed more. I needed his expert touch, not these toys. I bit back a moan, desperate to be good for him.
"Quiet now, Mira," Gunnar breathed into my ear as I struggled to control the moans that threatened to escape my lips. I buried my face against his hip, trying to get control of my body. "Your job is to provide the display while I speak to people with questions."
"I can't. It's… I don't know how."
"Such a good girl." He kissed my cheek. "So pretty like this, bound and helpless."
I shuddered, looking up at him, taking in his wicked handsomeness. The helplessness only intensified my arousal, making me feel even more exposed.
"I'm never sure about anal toys, but she seems to love it," the woman commented, her gazed fixed on me. My pussy fluttered at the observation. Was my arousal so transparent? That was humiliating, and yet my juices were dripping down my thighs, slick and wetter than I'd ever been as I thought about being his toy, his to display, to use as a prop.
"Good girl. Do you need a break from these sensations?"
I shook my head, because I didn't need a goddamn break, I needed more. Needed everything, needed my holes stuffed full of cocks while a group of men told me what a good girl I was for taking them all so well.
As the scene continued, my world morphed into a hazy dreamscape. Gunnar's voice became a distant rumble as I slipped further into subspace, the sensations — the anal hook, nipple clamps, and clitoral clamp — all melding together into a symphony of pleasure-pain.
It was as if every nerve ending in my body had been set alight, tuned to his touch, so that even the smallest affection sent shockwaves through me. I felt alive, more so than ever before. And yet, there was an odd sense of serenity within me, a quiet calm amidst the storm of arousal that raged.
"Can you see how she's responding?" Gunnar asked someone nearby, his low voice tinged with pride. I couldn't see who he was speaking to because they were somewhere behind me and the hook made it difficult to turn my head, but I was acutely aware of their desire for me. It was intoxicating, having so many eyes on me.
"she's so fucking wet," one man said, his voice husky and filled with lust. I wondered how he could tell, and tilted my head down to see if my thighs were visibly damp, inadvertently tugging on my braid, fucking myself with the hook. I cried out at the pain and pleasure of it. I shifted my position, trying to get more friction from the toy fastened to my clit.
"I'd love to have a pet like that," another agreed.
My heart raced, my breaths coming in shallow gasps as I thought about being used by a group of men, their hunger for me on full display. It was both terrifying and tempting. But it was Gunnar I truly craved; his touch, his possession, his dominance over me.
"Easy now," Gunnar warned, his tone firm as he shot them a steely glare. "She's mine, and I'm very picky about who touches her." His hand tightened around my braid, pulling my head back to return my focus to him, to fuck me with the hook inside my ass, making sure that I was aware that it was him my body craved — not any cock, his cock.
"Of course," a man said, acquiescing to his authority. It sent a thrill down my spine to hear him claim me so possessively. The group of men moved on, leaving us alone again.
"Look at you, Mira." Gunnar leaned close, his breath hot against my ear. "So fucking beautiful like this, so lost in your submission. Tell me, do you want me to fuck you right here, in front of everyone?"
My eyes widened, my breath catching in my throat. I couldn't speak, but I met his intense gaze. "Yes, Sir." I was embarrassed to admit it, but couldn't lie to him.
"Such a greedy little slut," he growled, his hand sliding between my legs to stroke my soaked pussy, and when two fingers slipped inside me, I almost came, moaning and fucking the two long digits as if my life depended on my next orgasm. Too soon, hepulled his hand away. "Not yet, Mira. You'll have to wait a little longer."
After a little while, he removed the clamps, giving me a break, but that only made things worse — I couldn't get even a little pressure on my clit. I was desperate, needy, and wild.
"Please, I need your cock." I'd lost control of what I was saying, and the humiliation only aroused me more. "And your cum."
"Are you on the pill?"
"Yes. I'm safe, Gunnar. Fuck me."
"Fuck." He reached out, undoing my wrist bindings to allow me to stretch my arms. "I shouldn't fuck you here."
He hauled me to my feet, walking me across the room, behind a curtain to a storage room that I recognized. He slammed me against a pile of boxes, bending me forward, his bare cock driving into my drenched pussy with a rough desperation that told me this had been as arousing for him as it was for me. With the hook still in place, I felt stuffed full, and I wondered what it might be like to have a second cock buried inside me.
"Your cunt is so damn wet, Mira," he said. "Such a needy girl. Such a good girl. Did you like these people leering at your gorgeous body?"
"Yes, Sir." I arched against him as he wrapped his hand around my braid. His thrusts were rough and uncontrolled, his hands brutal on my body as he held me in place, railing into me wildly. After a moment, he pulled out, tugged the hook out of my ass, and shoved me onto my back, wrapping my legs around his hips as he fucked me on top of the boxes of books.
"Come," he ordered, and the orgasm slammed into me with unexpected intensity, my pussy quaking around his cock, my inner muscles trying to draw him deeper, to milk him dry. He lost it, driving into me with such force that I slipped back across the stack of boxes, grappling for something to hold on to so I could keep him where I needed him. His mouth crashed against mine as we fucked, where anyone could walk in.
