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Now there were three of us in this scene. Devin was in front of me, holding my hair in one hand and clenching the ropes in the other, shoving his cock into my throat. Behind me, Milo slapped my ass with the crop, steadily, severely, delivering pain on top of the itching ache and discomfort I already suffered. Sometimes he hit my ass cheeks, and sometimes my upper thighs, and each time it stung so badly I wailed against Devin’s cock.
“I know it hurts,” Devin said, running his hand down to squeeze my throat. “That’s what you need, isn’t it? It’s okay, we’ll take care of you.”
I gasped, sucking in a noseful of his scent. I was deep down in subspace, yet flying so high. He pulled out for a moment and nudged up my face so I could respond, and I said the only thing in my mind at that moment. “Please, Sir, I want to come.”
He laughed. “I know you do, little horndog, but we get to come first. That’s just good manners.”
“Please—”
“No.”
“Yes, Sir,” I sobbed, although my pussy walls were already throbbing. All he had to do was grab my neck, and I was done. If only I could rub against something, if only I could assuage the wild pressure growing in my center. “Ow. Ow. Please,” I gasped, begging him to let go of my neck even though I didn’t want him to. In answer, he yanked my hair instead, delicious, horrible agony as his cock thrust back into my mouth.
The blows grew harder behind me. I tried to shift my weight to avoid Milo’s constant onslaught, but the web of rope made it impossible. He flicked the crop above my stocking tops and I squealed for mercy, but Devin only redirected me to his cock, forcing me to suck and lick him as I endured Milo’s punishments.
“Had enough?” Devin asked when he finally reached down to take off the clamps. That meant it had been about ten minutes since this scene started, and my face was already an ocean of tears. There was movement, and a new cock in front of my face, this one with a rubber.
“My turn,” said Milo.
My nipples smarted from the clamps’ removal, the pain so acute that I barely registered the slap he gave me to get me to open my mouth. While he drove into my throat, Devin moved behind me and started to paddle me. The two blows he started with, one to each cheek, were enough to make me scream, and it only got harder from there.
Ah, ah, ah.That was all I could say as Devin tortured my ass and Milo slayed my throat. Ten paddle strokes. Twelve. Twenty. My ass was on fire before Devin stopped, and I was crying so hard I could barely keep Milo in my mouth.
“You can do better than this,” Milo scolded, shoving deep again. At the same time, Devin pushed into my pussy and started fucking me, banging his hips against my fiery-hot cheeks.
“Oh God, oh God,” I pleaded, but it came out likeAh Gah, Ah Gah. The hot ball of arousal inside me turned molten.
As Devin pounded into me, growling through an orgasm, I climaxed too, everything inside me shuddering in release. Milo hadn’t come yet, but I couldn’t hold off, not in my frenzy of fantasy. I had wanted to get them both off, following after them like a good sub, but my body had other ideas.
“What the fuck?” Milo said, grabbing me by my collar. “You horny little fuck toy.”
I couldn’t stand up anymore, my orgasm had been that strong. My legs were toast. I struggled in my bent-over position. “Please, Sir!” I didn’t know if I was speaking to Devin or Milo, I just wanted one of them to have mercy on me. I was exhausted. Fucked out.
“Let’s get her out of the ropes,” said Devin, so they set about doing that, untangling me from my bent-over position. Milo undid the wrist cuffs while Devin extricated my legs, tearing one of my stockings in the process. I fell to my knees as Milo came to stand before me.
“Open up,” he said, brandishing his cock in my face. “I’m not fucking finished with you yet.”
I stared up at him, hot, excited, trembling. He slapped my face and I sobbed happily, opening my lips. He curled his fingers around my neck and slapped me again, amused. “Oh, you like that, do you?” The third slap wasn’t any harder than the other ones, but I did start crying harder, and then Devin was there, crossing the space between us, his face a furious mask.
“Stop! You’re hurting her,” he shouted, his voice hoarse with anger. “Get away from her, you asshole fuck.”
Chapter Twenty-Four: Devin
Milo was hurtingElla. He was hitting her as she cowered at his feet, and I lost it. He was hurting her, scaring her, punching her. That was all I could think about as I attacked him, shoving him away from her and throwing him to the floor. Maybe it was her tears, or her helpless expression. She was doing a scene, but in a flash, I saw something real, something I hadn’t seen in decades, something that made the child-Devin feel helpless and frightened, and furious as hell.
But I wasn’t helpless, not anymore. I pulled back a fist to defend Ella, but someone grabbed my arm, and hands pulled me away from Milo before I could land the punch.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Fort’s arms surrounded me, his voice against my ear. “Take a breath, friend.”
I struggled to get away from him, but two more men surrounded me, and I had to fight harder. I saw Ella in my peripheral vision, pale and wide-eyed behind her glasses.
“Let go of me,” I yelled.
“Not until you calm down.”
“What the fuck is your problem?” Milo yelled. “What did I do?”
He moved toward Ella again. To comfort her, of course, but I still saw danger. I was stuck in a cluttered, fetid living room years ago, and I couldn’t see any of what was really happening. “Don’t touch her,” I growled, trying again to shake off the arms that held me.
