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Should she push back her ass, hoping he would pick up on her need for more? Or did she push forward and try to encourage Hannibal to play harder with her nipples? The pleasure built slowly, but not intense enough to push her over the edge of orgasm. She groaned and wondered if they were purposefully keeping her so close to the edge as torture.
Hannibal pulled back. An evil smile tipped his lips. “Problem?”
“More please.” She wasn’t sure exactly what she was asking for, but she wanted it. “Sirs, please.”
The spark that flared in Hannibal’s eyes gave her chills. “I think our little Jewel is saying you’re going too light on her, Ink. She’s dripping for you.”
Ink’s hand slipped between the folds of her pussy. There was no hiding how turned on she was. His finger brushed the edge of her clit and she bucked against his hand. If he would stop and focus there for a bit, she knew she would explode. His hand pulled away, and a blissful shock pulsed through her as he slapped her right on her pussy.
“Yes! Thank you, Sir.”
Her cry was something almost animalistic. The next slap came down on her ass so hard she saw stars behind her eyes for a moment before the pain settled into a blissful heat. Her moans must have told them how she felt because his next slap matched the first.
Hannibal’s grip on her breasts grew more brutal as he twisted her nipples. She squirmed and screamed, letting herself fall into the sensations. Every minute of it was Heaven. The men matched their rhythm in a dizzying frenzy. She couldn’t anticipate the blows that came down on her thighs, ass, and clit. All rational thought fled before their coordinated attack.
Jade dug her nails into the back of Hannibal’s shoulders and tried to hold back the orgasm that built in her core and filled up her insides. As the tidal wave of pain and pleasure morphed through her body in ways she had only imagined, she somehow knew she had to ask to come. She needed it so badly, but she couldn’t even form the words to beg.
She whimpered and pushed against both of their hands, hoping they would understand just how desperate she was. It had been almost a year since she had an orgasm by anyone’s hand but her own. She needed this release after the crap Eric had made of her day.
Jade needed them to chase away all her worries in a tidal wave of pleasure. Force all thoughts from her head and let her fly.
“I’m going to be kind, little Jewel.” Ink’s voice was a grounding force in the swirl of emotions. “I’m gonna give you five slaps to your naughty pussy and then you can come. I want to hear you scream for us. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” The words were a gasp between blows because he hadn’t stopped peppering her ass with sharp little strikes. She moved her feet slightly wider apart to give him better access. Wanting to feel everything.
She barely fought back the orgasm as the first blow landed directly on her pussy and vibrated through to her clit. The wet sound was obscene, but the sting was so wonderful she didn’t care. Jade was alive with sensation and vibrated with tension. The second strike sent stars shooting across her eyes. The third and fourth slaps were back to back and had her moaning. Not in pain, but in release.
Every emotion she held inside of her poured out through her primal groans. Before she could catch her breath. The fifth blow landed right on her clit. She teetered on the edge of orgasm, whimpering with need. She whined as his fingers rubbed between her lips on either side of her clit with an expert touch.
Ink’s growl was like a sensual touch. “Come for me.”
His fingers pinched either side of her clit as he bit down on her ass. She exploded into a shaking orgasm as Hannibal tightened his grip on her nipples.
She screamed for them.
Chapter 8
Fugglesnuck: Vb. When the snuggling and fucking is over and you’re back to snuggling and thinking about sneaking in another quickie.
Hannibal
It took all of Hannibal’s focus not to come like an untried teen when Jade exploded into a bucking orgasm in his arms. He never could have imagined how perfect she was. The first time he and Ink played with a new woman, they were always careful to go slow. Testing their limits before pushing too hard and ruining the fun before it even began.
He had hoped she would be interested in exploring the kind of games they preferred. In his most optimistic thoughts about what they were going to do, he never considered what they had discovered. It was one thing to take a woman and slowly expose her to the beauty that was the pain and pleasure of BDSM. To take the time to watch her blossom under the control and freedom found under a skilled dominant’s care.
But to discover Jade was an untried masochist, who had never explored even the smallest bite of pain in her sexual encounters, was a treasure. It had been obvious that their starting light touch had done nothing but frustrate her. When Ink had given her the hard warning slap, it was supposed to bring her back in line. Instead, she had melted under it.
The fire in his Brother’s eyes as he let the leash go and stopped worrying about pushing her too far had been intense. It had been the perfect moment. His Brother unleashed, Jade lost in the ecstasy, and all three of them connected by pleasure. Paradise. Hannibal looked down at the beautiful woman and saw her pupils blown wide.
Jade’s smile was floaty and her gaze, not tracking. Their little Jewel had found subspace on her first try. He stood up and gathered her into his arms. She cuddled instinctively against his chest.
They both knew play was over for the night. Sure, they could continue and she would, by all appearances, be willing. If they’d played before and discussed it in advance, they definitely would have. But it wasn’t worth the risk.
The beautifully submissive woman had reached the point where consent was no longer possible. He didn’t want to blow their chances of another night with Jade by pushing it too far. Hannibal looked around the office and there wasn’t really a good place to sit them down. Ink and he locked gazes, and he nodded toward the door. They would have to take her downstairs to the comfortable matts.
Ink’s expression was as gentle as it ever got. “I’ve got my aftercare kit in my saddlebags. I’ll be right back.”
Hannibal carried Jade down the stairs to the soft mats that were piled up in the corner. As he sat down, he arranged her on his lap so the least amount of pressure was being placed on her ass. A few minutes later, Ink returned with a fuzzy blanket, a couple of bottles of water, and a chocolate bar.
