There waited Kyle, smoothing a gentle hand over her head as he brushed her hair back from her face. “See, that wasn’t very gracious, sugar lips, and after what we’ve put up with.”
“You?” Hailey could almost laugh at the insult in Kyle’s tone. “I’m the one who has been harassed, hounded, hunted, threatened, and made a spectacle of. I mean, look at me.”
Maybe that hadn’t been the best ender, but it rolled at naturally, bringing her to a sudden stop and Kyle to laughter. “Trust me, I am looking. I could look all damn day, but we have those rules and pesky traditions to keep after.”
“Perversion has traditions?”
Hailey felt safe to argue with him. She had her breathing down so that barely a trickle of pleasure leaked down to the cauldron burning in her womb. Accustomed to the vibrations, she felt confident they’d done their worst. That arrogance split open into a scream that rang her throat raw.
Softer, not as tight, the third clamp clipped over her clit and sent her crashing into the sea of madness. Her whole pelvis felt on fire, and she fought to for any inch in her binds just to rub her tender folds together. They needed something, to be licked, to be fucked, anything to wash out the intense ache shredding her apart.
Kyle didn’t wait for reason to surface through the tide but shoved her deeper into the undertow with a simple growl. “Now comes the chains.”
Chains? Hailey barely had a chance to suck in that concept before the fever consuming her flared up to unleash a billion tiny, licking flames as something tugged on her nipple, on the clamp. From one peak to the other, the burn in her tits blossomed out into a rioting inferno. When the pull stretched both tips slightly down, running a straight line of lava straight to the center of her being, Hailey screamed out at the horror.
“Oh, God. NO!”
“Yes.” That response came in the simple action of clinking the tiny chain against the clamp on her clit and then latching it down. It was pure evil what they did to her because nothing that felt this good could be right. They robbed her of all decency and sanity, leaving her writhing in a screaming fit as the pleasure reduced her down to a thing of savage need.
Chapter 42
Cole smiled at his handiwork, watching Hailey squirm. The view couldn’t be better. From her cream glistening cunt to her berry red nipples, she just looked beautiful. He’d never seen her so wet, so wild. It made him want to growl with contentment.
He’d been fantasizing of this moment for years. As often as dreams tended to be better than reality, he found himself captivated by how good this moment felt. Better than anything I’d imagined. And they’d only just started on their sugar lips.
The pet name fit this side of Hailey. She got aroused, and her whole body flushed, those lips swelling slightly, becoming lush looking with her tendency to lick them. They beckoned to be fucked, a promised joy they could deliver on. Cole grunted with the thought, his gaze dipping down to her pussy and the memory of the absolute best thing he ever fucked. They’d get there, eventually.
“I think it’s time to settle up the score. Don’t you, Cole?”
Cole waited for her to calm down enough to hear him quite clearly. From the whimpers, she had. That was good because he had more to say. Circling around the bed, he came silently up onto her side. Even as Kyle lifted off the other side, Cole settled onto the bed.
“We got a lot to settle. Don’t we, Kyle?”
Kyle answered with a nod, intentionally keeping his silence. It kept the princess a little more wired if she didn’t know. Even though she did because Cole told her.
“Kyle here owes you for all the heartache you’ve put him through. Teasing him, trying to demote him into nothing more than your little sexual puppet…”
Cole let his tone fade off as if he actually contemplated what he said. Really, he just let Kyle get into place. It pleased him, though, that Hailey was incapable of filling the pause with anything more than mews and whimpers. The thin chain connecting her tits to her clit shimmered in the sunlight as she squirmed. He imagined it just felt too good for her not to.
Cole leaned down to whisper in Hailey’s ear. “You really made us dance on the end of your strings for the past three weeks, so, you know what? It’s your turn. Dance, sugar lips.”
That’s just what she did. Squealing loud enough to make him cringe, she danced in her binds, futilely trying to escape the cold wind Kyle unleashed on her pussy. He blasted her for a good thirty seconds, and she went wild for a good minute beyond, only slowly coming down to pant “Oh, crap” over and over again.
“Yes. ‘Oh, crap’ it is,” Cole chuckled, eyeing Kyle as he moved. “You want to know what that was, sugar lips?”
“You’re a pervert,” Hailey shot back.
“Yes, we are.” And so was the little princess because she didn’t ask them to stop. Cole knew she would, too, if she didn’t really like it. Hailey liked the torment, but she really loved earning. A good match because he really loved doling it out.
“That was an air duster can, only used by us serial, professional perverts. You like?”
Kyle blew her answer away with another shot from the can. This time the freezing wind whipped over her nipple and set her chains back to dancing as she cursed and writhed. As much as Cole hated to give in on his own control, the Mr. Man had become violently angry at watching but not indulging in the feast spread before him.
For as much as tormenting Hailey made her pussy fill the room with the intoxicating scent of her desire, it also made Cole’s unruly cock weep. He just had to be petted, and Cole could offer him with the tight squeeze of his own fist because he certainly wasn’t going to give up his fun.
As she finally quieted down, Cole nuzzled her ear. “You didn’t answer me, sugar lips. Failure to answer is a punishable offense.”
So Kyle punished her.
Back to her pussy, Kyle got the long red nozzle till it almost kissed her clit before he let the wind fly. She screamed herself hoarse, twisting hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall.
He didn’t wait for her to come down before demanding an answer of her. “Tell me, do you like it?”
He knew she wouldn’t have the breath to answer. That’s just why he asked, giving Kyle all the justification to make her cry out again. They played the game four more times before an answer roared out of Hailey, honest and blunt to her core.
“You sons of bitches! My pussy’s cold!”
“Well, let me take care of that for you,” Cole responded instantly, dropping a hand to cup her pussy with the warmth of his skin. The pebbled bud of her clit and the plastic indention of the clamp pressed into his palm. With all her squiggling, it wasn’t his fault that the tender bud got a healthy grind. Not that she didn’t blame him.
“Oh, God, Cole! Don’t! I can’t stand it.” But she did, and she just kept going, crying and dancing against his palm.
Cole egged her on with a few healthy words of encouragement. “You feel hot and wet to me, sugar lips, more than ready for Kyle’s punishment. What do you think?”
Incoherent babble answered Cole and Kyle took that as a “yes,” unleashing all his pent-up grudges in a barrage across her tits. Boy did she dance, so sexy and luring. Cole swore they were going to enroll their princess in some belly-dancing classes. Just like that a new fantasy was born to replace the one he was acting out.
It was so nice he had to give the Mr. Man a few pumps just to keep him on his leash. Otherwise the damn cock would have gone and buried itself in the sultry welcome Hailey’s cunt laid out. She was wet, wetter than she’d ever been. So damn wet, she made him ache to go swimming. Cole grunted over the very tempting idea and tried to pet the Mr. Man back into only a pulsing pant and not an outright drool.
Not that he was the only one sweating. Trickles of moisture beaded all over Hailey’s golden skin. Rivulets streaked down from under her mask as her head rolled from side to side, slowing down along with her whispered mantra.
“Please. Please.
Please…”
Over and over again, she begged so softly Cole had to lean into hear. Pressing his lips close to her ear, he asked just as quietly, “Please what, princess?”
His attempt to lure her into begging him just as he wanted backfired because apparently Hailey hadn’t suffered enough.
“I want to come, you son of a bitch.”
Cole growled over the rebuttal, his hand shooting to the clamp on her nipple as he planned to punish her by giving her just what she asked for. The rash, impulsive slip of Cole’s control almost cost them, but Kyle caught his wrist before Cole went too far. In the moment, Cole didn’t appreciate Kyle’s aid because he wanted to go too far. That way he could punish Hailey for making him go there.
Punish. He’d do it anyway. She pushed more than him far enough for that because he could tell from Kyle’s smirk his partner had something special in mind. Nodding at the finger Kyle held up to ask for a moment, Cole turned back to take care of the princess while Kyle prepped their response.
“Is that right, sugar lips?” Cole drawled, evenly and calmly now, letting his hand rub down over her stomach. The thin chains bit into his palm, catching and tugging her back into a squirmy little thing of need. “So tell me how do you want to come?”
“Please,” she whined in response, her body arching into his hand. “Want to come.”
“Yes, I know, but how? Do you want to come by my kiss, my touch, my cock?” Cole grinned at the way her mouth opened wide, gasping in all the possibilities.
“Yes.”
She still didn’t grasp the concept, but Cole did when Kyle walked in.
* * * *
Awash in a sea of rapturous torment, Cole’s voice sounded distant, murmuring and unclear. His words came in spurts and pieces, disconnected, but still sounding so good. He was talking about coming and cocks, making Hailey smile as she twisted on the tight leash of the vicious lust in control of her body.
He asked her something and she just said “Yes” to everything. Whatever he wanted because this just felt too good. So hot and pulsing, she just twisted with the need. Oh, the need. It. Hailey’s eyes bulged and her neck strained on the scream that lifted her head right off the mattress.
Arms flexed painfully behind her, stretched to the very limit, she couldn’t stop the shrieks as something very hard and extremely cold fucked itself all the way into her cunt. It felt beyond words to finally be filled even if the chilled, glass cock muffled the delight.
The chill froze over the edges of the waves of pleasure, sharpening them to claws. At same time, the cool sensation invaded the inferno of her lusts, clearing away almost all of the sensual fog that enveloped her. Hailey panted out shrill whines as she coped with understanding Cole’s words now.
“A glass dildo chilled to the right temperature stops a naughtily little girl like you from stealing her orgasms.”
His words made sense but didn’t tell her what to expect. Not that anything he could have said would have prepared her for the sudden release of one of her nipples from its clamp. Like a geyser, blood rushed up to fill her breast, but she couldn’t find a release.
Instead, it flowed over itself to pound into a tidal wave that washed over her pussy. Tightening every muscle in its path, the rush of ecstasy clamped down on the frozen cock filing her and suckled. No release came. No matter how hard she tried to flex herself into one.
The cold wouldn’t give her the satisfaction, but Cole certainly intended to test that theory. Releasing her second nipple, he showed her just how high she could go and still not touch the stars. They sparkled so close and she burned so bad, but even the seizing pleasure of her clit being released couldn’t span the distance.
Hurling curses, she strained to find some miracle strength that could snap her binds and release from their control. Then she’d have as many orgasms as she could stroke herself into.
“Damnit all to hell!” Hailey hurled that curse at the world as her body collapsed, unable to sustain the energy it took to fight.
“Doesn’t work that way, sugar lips,” Cole drawled, all smug and happy as he lifted off the bed. “You don’t get to demand orgasms or take them…though you can always beg. That helps.”
“Screw you, Cole.”
Smack!
“Ahh!” Hailey howled over the bare-palmed slap that lit up her pussy. “That’s not fair!”
Smack!
“Ahh!”
“Of course, it is.” Sounding no less smug, Kyle responded calmly and that just made her growl all the more. “This is all perfectly fair. You know the rules. You obey or you get punished.”
Not that she could match his reasonable tone, but she managed to cling on to a thought or two. “I don’t know the rules.”
“I guess she has a point.” Kyle’s voice trailed closer, his weight settling into her side as he sat down on the bed.
They were trading off again. Cole had gone silent and disappeared. That couldn’t be good. It made her nervous and edgy on top of being painfully wound around desire’s tight coil. She didn’t want to be distracted by Kyle, but she couldn’t avoid his words.
“Of course, most women don’t need to be told that betting a man to stay celibate for four weeks and then setting him up to be not only seduced but made the butt of every joke in town in the process, most women just know that’s against the rules.”
He might be right on every point, but Hailey wouldn’t give in. “It isn’t as if you knew all along. You could have said—”
It clicked in that second, all the strangeness over the past few days. They’d set her up for this guilt. “Oh, you sons of bitches.”
Kyle laughed at that. “Yeah? Really you should—”
The loud, shrill ring of a phone blasted through whatever witty thing Kyle meant to say. As the sound clipped out, it seemed as if the air itself thickened enough to hold everything frozen. The second blare had a hand clamping over her face as Cole’s voice barked out.
“Yeah?...Who the fuck is this?...Whatever, man. Hailey’s tied up right now, and she’s looking to stay that way for a long while, so you can just forget this number.”
Hailey heard the crash of the receiver banging back into its cradle before a second ring ripped through the air. Her cell. Given that the hand didn’t lift from her mouth, she half expected one of them to answer that. The anticipation of hearing Cole’s voice at a distance left her unprepared for his words as they cracked over her face.
“Why is some strange man calling you, Hailey?” The warm breeze of his growl prickled every one of her pores as it washed over her face. “Let her go, man. I want my answer.”
Hailey sucked in a cool breath the second she could. She needed the air to answer, but Cole’s jealousy showed as impatience. “Answer me, Hailey. Why is some man calling you?”
“You ever think it was one of my brothers?” This time Hailey got to smirk at the silence that greeted her. Cole’s hello-idiot button had just gotten pushed. It figured it would only make him more annoyed, and given her vulnerable position, she probably shouldn’t have smiled.
“Well then,” Kyle sounded very amused. “I guess it’s going to suck for you then to explain what Cole was doing answering your phone.”
That took away Hailey’s smirk.
“Yeah, I thought you’d see it my way, but let’s not get distracted by boring conversation about siblings.” The intermission finished. Act two opened with Kyle leaning in to whisper kisses over her neck and re-electrify her tired muscles.
“Because you still have some answers to give us, and while we have you in this coherent state, why don’t we try for a few.”
Hailey licked her lips, wondering what Kyle wanted to know when he already seem to know everything.
“And just for a little motivation—”
Kyle’s words cut off at her gasp. The cock that warmed inside of her finally moved. Its smooth glass surface didn’t give her half the friction she wanted, but still her hips followed, her need taking any crumb it co
uld. Cole fed it a whole dick, giving her one good pump to make her mad before pulling the damn toy free.
It didn’t disappear, but the rounded head trailed down until it lodged against her ass. Then Cole fed her another delicious dick full, making Hailey moan and grind as her ass joined the bonfire and went up in flames. The fiery licks echoed back through her cunt as a second cock joined the game.
The vibrator reappeared to stretch her sheath so wide, Hailey felt sure she would soon die a very happy woman at the hands of the most amazing climax. All he had to do was give a few pumps and she’d be sailing, but he didn’t. Instead, Cole disappeared back into the ether while Kyle’s dark purr growled through the veil of lust taking over her again.
“And just so we’re clear on this, smartass remarks, cussing, actually anything other than the truth will get you this.”
The crisp slap of leather left a scalding imprint over her clit, making her writhe with the sudden rupture of pleasure. The bubbly foam of pure ecstasy only frothed up for a moment before collapsing back into that painful tide of need.
“Now, let’s start with that ring on your finger?”
“The ring?” Hailey’s finger curled around its weight, instinctively holding on to it.
“Yes, princess, the ring and the birth control patch. Was that just to avoid your punishment?”
She’d be wise to be sincere. “If it was, it didn’t exactly work, did it?”
She wasn’t wise, but she was certainly in love. Hailey’s eyes rolled back into her head as her whole body lifted into the blow she knew was coming. Just a few more and she’d be there. All she had to do was taunt them enough.
“That would be an awfully big bluff, sugar lips.” Kyle commented when she settled back into a pant.
“Not so big.” Hailey moaned out her disagreement. “After all, I’m not really getting the sense that either one of you grasps exactly how to make a baby at this moment.”
That did it. Cole unleashed a barrage of whips, dancing the leather from cunt to her tits and back again until her whole body clenched and rolled with the exquisite pain. It kept her tethered to the edge, tied to the wrong side.
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