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She pressed her palms against his in two seconds flat. The last thing she wanted from him was another punishment.
Yanking her forward until her ribs practically hit the front of the chair, he attached her cuffs to the two loops of rope. “Pull as hard as you can,” he ordered. “Make sure it’s secure.” It took only seconds to prove the man knew his way around a length of rope.
“Now.” Mason drew out the word as he slowly stood. “I believe I’ve waited long enough to take my pleasure.” Reaching down, he gripped Nell’s chin, forcing her to look up at him. Eyes boring into hers, freezing her in place, he said, “Whether or not you two join me is entirely up to you.”
“What do you want me to do, Master?” She barely got the words past the lump in her throat.
Mason moved his thumb along her cheek in a single, gentle stroke. “I’m going to fuck you. Hard. While I do, you will attempt to make Gemma come with only your tongue.” Gemma’s thighs jerked, squeezing around Nell’s shoulders. “If you succeed, you get to come, too. If not?” He shrugged. “There’s always tomorrow.”
Oh, challenge absolutely fucking accepted, asshole.
As Mason slipped around behind her, Nell got right to work. Burying her face between the other woman’s thighs, she lapped at Gemma’s pussy with her tongue, then slid up the full length of her slit. Rolling her tongue over and around Gemma’s clit, she returned to her pussy and started all over again.
Nell half moaned, half shrieked as Mason dug his fingers into her hips, lifting her ass into the air. “Good girl,” he murmured, pushing two fingers into her dripping pussy. He pumped them in and out of her, taking his time, spreading and twisting his fingers to explore her pulsing inner walls.
Fucking hell, this would be harder than she anticipated. His fingers feltso.Fucking.Good. It was already a struggle to concentrate, and he hadn’t even started fucking her yet.
Lick, goddamn you!She shouted it inside her own mind as she redoubled her efforts, flattening her tongue against Gemma’s clit, giving the bundle of nerves some serious pressure. Her reward was a moan that sent heat coursing through her veins.
She had just started to swirl her tongue at the entrance of Gemma’s pussy when Mason slammed into her from behind. Thank Christ her mouth was occupied, or she definitely would’ve earned herself another punishment for bad language.
Mason pounded into her again and again, each stroke punctuated by the slap of his hips against her punished ass. The stretch and the burn felt exquisite. This was her favorite feeling in the entire world—a long, hard fucking while a recent punishment still scorched her skin. Closing her eyes, she lost herself in the sensations.
“Nell,hurry.”
Gemma’s plea was like a slap to the face, snapping her back to the present moment. Fucking hell, she couldn’t let herself get distracted, or neither of them would be allowed to come.
Ignoring Gemma’s pussy entirely, she focused all her efforts on the blonde’s clit. Twisting, laving, sucking, biting. She used the jerks and quivering of Gemma’s thighs against her face to judge how everything affected her—to push her higher and higher without reprieve.
“Oh my God, oh my God!” Gemma shouted the words over and over, her head thrown back, the muscles of her inner thighs hard as stone against Nell’s face.
And then it happened at last. A shudder ripped through Gemma’s body as she screamed.
Yanking Nell’s head out of the way, Mason used his other hand to plunge two fingers into Gemma’s pussy, leaving them there as the woman’s inner walls spasmed. It wasn’t until Gemma slumped in the chair, utterly spent, that Mason withdrew his now-glistening fingers.
“Good girl.” Mason whispered the words into Nell’s ear as he undid the Velcro on her cuffs, freeing her at last.
Holding her back against his chest, his hard strokes didn’t even falter as he reached down to find her clit, his fingers slick as they rubbed. Knowing it was Gemma’s moisture and not her own made Nell throw her head back against Mason’s shoulder and moan.
God, this was so fucked up. So overwhelmingly erotic. So perfect.
When Mason’s careful rhythm finally grew more erratic, Nell closed her eyes, trying to lose herself in every single feeling coursing through her body. His cock, hard as iron as it slammed into her. The sweet taste of Gemma lingering on her tongue. The new eruption of fire across her punished skin with each stroke. The slide of his fingers over her clit, circling faster, faster, faster. Even the light scratch of his sparse chest hair against her back.
It was too much. Way too fucking much. Her pleasure erupted from her center like a volcano, the heat tearing through her, destroying her, leaving behind nothing but a burnt, empty husk.
* * *
Nell had no idea how long she’d been out of it. Since post-coital comas probably weren’t a thing, subspace seemed the most likely culprit of her current confusion.
Blinking, she tried to get her eyes to focus in the too-bright room. “Rafe? Where’s Rafe?”
Rafe’s gray-green eyes and dark beard swam into focus above her. “Right here, kitten.” Everything was so gentle. Eyes. Voice. Lips that almost formed a smile.
Could hair be gentle? He looked like he had gentle hair.
And what a weird fucking thought that was.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. Jesus, why was her head so fuzzy? Nothing made any sense. “You’re not gentle. You’re the scary one.”
