Chapter 9
Hawthorne positions me across his knee. One of my legs is on the floor, the other clumsily across the arm of the enormous chair.
I expect to feel the belt on my ass, but instead he plucks my thong away from my pussy. Cool air breezes over my dripping sex.
Then Hawthorne’s fingers are roughly grabbing my cleft, squeezing my slick lips, tugging them, mauling them. It’s delicious torture.
Finally, he jams three fingers into me.
I cry out, my head coming up, and I freeze like that, arched on his lap while the beginnings of an orgasm wait, warm and heavy, just at his fingertips.
He pulls my head back until it hurts. “You’re going to come all over my hand,” he says. “And you’re going to know that the man who punishes you gave you this pleasure. And you’ll also know you only deserved one of those sensations.”
Any smart-ass remarks I might have come up with at a different time are well out of reach.
He licks across the slit of my slightly parted mouth, then he kisses me. He’s doing it sloppily, the way I hate.
I want to bite him.
But then he moves his fingers, and the next thing I know, I’m writhing on his lap, moaning into his mouth, and being flooded with hormones that make me feel ridiculous things for Hawthorne.
Like gratitude.
And affection.
He pulls his fingers out before the orgasm is even finished, and my eyes are closed as I continue to gasp, trying to catch my breath when every little sensation is magnified and intense.
And then the belt slams against my ass.
I holler because I’m surprised, and because it hurts, and because if I don’t, he’ll surely make the next one harder.
“I hate you,” I gasp.
“I know,” he murmurs. “But you love me, too, for taking you so firmly in hand.”
Oh, I’ve got a strong opinion about his claim that I love him, but I don’t get to express it because the belt cuts across my buttocks, making me whimper.
“Let me tell you something about chemistry,” Hawthorne says in a husky, intimate voice. “Oil and water do mix.” The belt flicks out cruelly. “When stirred.” He punishes me again. “With sufficient force.” The belt cracks loudly, then I feel fire, see stars.
I’m howling now, and my cries of pain only seem to be turning him on more if the enormous erection jabbing into my ribs is any indication.
He shoves his fingers in deep, and I’m about to come again when he leans over, fits his mouth over the side of my neck, and bites.
It’s not just a lover’s nip. It’s a bite, designed to hurt.
Designed to prove that I’m his toy, his slut.
The filthy thought kicks off an orgasm.
He shoves me to my knees in front of him, loops his hand in my hair and roughly yanks my head back. “Open.”
I open my mouth, my jaw quivering, tears streaming down my face. My pussy feels so empty that it’s unfair. Just one more orgasm is all I want.
He shoves his cock all the way down my throat. I accept his dominance. After what he just did, after the orgasms he just gave me, he’s earned the right.
He slowly pulls his cock out, and I desperately suck, my cheeks hollowing; if he’s fucking my mouth, he can’t spank me.
As he stands over me, he says, “Stick out your tongue.” When I do, he jerks my hair harder until I gasp.
“If you bite me, you won’t be able to sit for a year,” he says, but his voice is breathy with desire. He takes a step so he’s directly over me.
I’m confused because it’s not the right angle for sucking his dick. He jerks my hair.
Then his balls are brushing over my lips. I offer up a prayer of gratitude to the gods of manscaping because he’s hairless where it counts.
The soft, coolish skin is almost ticklish on my tongue.
I’m not even thinking of biting him—I wouldn’t mess around with something like this, but his grip on my hair never loosens. Slowly, he lowers himself over my face until my mouth is full of his sack.
“Lick me,” he says hoarsely. “Suck. Do a good job.”
He doesn’t bother to warn me not to bite, but he doesn’t need to because he’s pulling my hair so hard that tears are splashing down my cheeks and my nose could start running at any second.
I lick him. The softly rough texture of his skin begs to be explored. Then I suck, my lips gentle. It’s strangely intimate, and even stranger that we arrived here because I crossed a line.
He’s breathing hard by the time he steps away. He relaxes his grip and his fingers caress my scalp. “Very nice, Lindsay,” he says, and I go warm all over.
Then I’m being pulled up roughly by Romeo.
“Climb onto me,” he says, his voice growling and impatient.
I don’t even get a chance to obey because he pulls me onto him, his elephant-sized cock forcing its way into my human-sized sex.
Even though his penetration hurts, my pussy accepts him by getting even wetter.
At his urging, I wrap my arms around his neck. My eyes close as his arms come protectively around me.
Never mind that he’s as capable of punishing me as Hawthorne is. For these moments of fleeting security in his arms, I’d endure anything.
But then we’re horizontal, the enormous, muscular man underneath me.
He allows me to sit up, and I heave a sigh of relief. The last thing I need is Slade or jackhammer-dick Hawthorne bouncing into my ass.
Sitting up on Romeo’s cock, however… not a good idea. My weight brings me deeper onto his enormous pole, and I have to hover a bit, my knees cramping.
He groans, his hands kneading my sore buttocks. Beneath me, I feel the powerful muscles of his thighs flexing, which makes them even thicker, forcing my own legs apart even more.
His eyes are half-lidded, and I suddenly want to caress his beautiful face. How is this man not married? I wonder. He’s hot and rich and kind and fair, and he’s got the sex drive one would expect from an alpha male of his considerable size.
Slade comes over and tilts my head so that he can capture my mouth in a feverish kiss.
His hand trails over my flanks to end at the base of my back. He pulls my panties farther aside, and I know where he’s going, what he’s doing.
I hear a small click, like a bottle lid flipping open, and something wet and slippery and cold touches my ass, making me go stiff.
Slade straightens, the sensation of his kiss lingering on my lips.
Hawthorne grips my hips. He probably would have preferred to dig into my buttocks, but Romeo has that territory and doesn’t seem interested in sharing.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I say. I try to look behind me, but Slade turns my head back.
“Lindsay, at some point you have to trust us,” he says as he leans forward. He’s got a condom in one hand, and he passes it to Hawthorne as casually as if he’s handing him salt at the dinner table.
“I do trust you,” I say. “To hurt me.”
Slade grins wickedly, then straightens.
Romeo squeezes his fingers into my punished flesh to get my attention. I look down at him. “Hey,” he says. “The important thing to remember is that we never lose control.”
“But—”
“Never,” he says squeezing my ass hard enough that I suck in a quick breath.
He hooks his arm around my neck and pulls me to him, so close that we’re sharing the same oxygen.
Slade unbuttons my blouse and pulls it away, and now there’s nothing between my breasts and Romeo’s soft shirt. A light shiver passes through my body, but my hips can’t move because I’m impaled on his massive cock.
“You have an extraordinarily big dick,” I murmur.
He snorts softly, bitterly. “As I’m well aware.” His lips brush across mine, teasing me, making me burn for more. But I know better than to kiss him.
They’re in charge.
That’s how this game is played. If I want to
get fucked—and oh boy, I certainly do—then I have to be submissive. Have to let them hurt me, fuck me roughly, degrade me.
My pussy clenches, squeezing Romeo’s cock, and he exhales brusquely. His mouth skims mine again, then he slowly tongues my bottom lip. He’s groaning, a primal roar that leaves me breathless.
In an instant, his mouth is crushed against mine, his tongue jabbing into me as he rocks his powerful hips, thrusting his erection deeper. My body stretches to accommodate him. It hurts so good.
Something nudges at my exposed hole, and I tighten all over. Romeo pulls away from my mouth. “Not yet,” he says. “Let me get her prepared.”
Hawthorne’s snort is proof that he doesn’t buy it for a second. Neither do I. I’m as prepared as I’m going to get, and anyway, they didn’t bother making sure I was ready the first night they triple-teamed me.
Even though Hawthorne doesn’t push inside me, he leaves his heavy cock resting against my rear entrance. As Romeo bounces me on his shaft, Hawthorne’s cock thumps against my reluctant pucker. He holds my panties to the side, which makes the fabric press painfully against the welts from his spanking.
Hawthorne impatiently squeezes my waist. He’s ready to thrust in as soon as Romeo gives the say-so.
Slade gets up on the table and kneels beside my head. Romeo allows me to sit up a little. I know what Slade wants, and my mouth is already opening, ready to suck him.
I’m so horny, so desperately ready for another orgasm, that I give Slade the most enthusiastic blow job of my life. It’s wet because I can’t stop salivating, and it’s noisy because I’m moaning constantly.
These three men know how to give me what I need.
The weight against my asshole turns into pressure. “Relax,” Slade says, his voice strained. I’m so tense that I stopped sucking him. He caresses my throat, the side of my face, then he braces my head and fucks my mouth.
It’s not distracting enough, though. Hawthorne scares me. We antagonize each other nonstop, and he likes to hurt me.
The thought of him drilling into my ass is alarming.
Romeo’s hands massage my breasts, pinching them, controlling me with them. Hawthorne thrusts a finger into my ass, but neither Romeo nor Slade care when I go stiff.
If anything, it makes their cocks even harder, and I moan.
“That’s right,” Hawthorne croons. He brushes a kiss against my shoulder. “You’re our greedy slut, aren’t you? You love that we see you’re a whore and treat you accordingly.”
Slade pulls out of my mouth and taps his cock on my tongue. “Say it,” he says.
“Say what?” I ask innocently.
He laughs. “Tell Hawthorne that you love being his slut.”
I roll my eyes, but Slade jerks my head. He sticks his dick down my throat until my lips are wrapped around the thick base, and he doesn’t let up until I stop fighting him. Finally he pulls out with a low moan of satisfaction. “Say it,” he pants as he releases me.
Rolling my eyes, I say, “Hawthorne Tarraget VIII, I love being your slut cum-bucket pussy. Fuck my cunt and show me how powerful you are.”
Romeo laughs, which I feel inside me. It’s a new sensation.
“Go ahead and make jokes,” Hawthorne growls into my ear as he sticks a second finger into my ass. “One day you’ll say those words and mean them.” He grabs my wrists and pins them to the small of my back, leaving me slumped against Romeo.
Now I’m completely helpless.
Romeo pulls me closer, locking his massive arms around my upper back. His hips slam rhythmically into me, each thrust deeper. I can barely stand the pleasurable agony.
With a guttural growl that rips through the room, he shudders mightily. His entire body shakes as he squeezes me, dominating me, making me an immobile receptacle for him.
When he relaxes, it’s like he’s gone boneless. His deep chest fills with air, and he wipes a hand over his face.
“Jesus, Lindsay.” He blinks at me, then shakes his head, then pulls me in for a kiss that’s so unbelievably tender that I think I might cry.
“Hold her down,” Hawthorne says, and Romeo’s arms tighten around me.
Hawthorne’s free hand runs up the backs of my thighs, and he presses on my tender cheeks, forcing me down against Romeo.
His fingers dig into my skin, and he begins to rock into my ass, his thick cock pumping mercilessly.
With Hawthorne holding my wrists, all I can do is whimper in Romeo’s arms.
“That’s right,” Romeo murmurs into my ear. “Show us how far you’re willing to go.”
Hawthorne’s cock is so big and hard. When Slade fucked my ass, he was gentle.
I just didn’t realize it then.
Maybe this punishment is because I wasn’t grateful enough before.
Or maybe they just like rough sex.
As long as I can, I endure Hawthorne’s brutal pounding.
Then I squeeze my eyes tight, bite my lip, dig deep and endure some more.
Romeo’s hand moves off my shoulder, and Hawthorne stops. He pulls out, and I gasp as a pleasurable tremor courses through me. For all the discomfort, I like it when they push through my limits.
I hear Hawthorne pulling off the condom, and I turn to see him, his face reddened, ripping open a fresh box.
Romeo pushes up on my hips. Even soft, his cock is too large to slide out of me. But as he pulls out, I see that he’s getting stiff again.
“You’re going to be sore tomorrow,” he says as he slides out from under me, and I whimper as he gently lays me facedown on the table, which is warm from his body and smells of him.
The three men line up behind and next to me, their distended cocks purplish, veiny, and glistening.
I press my palms onto the table.
Hawthorne slams into my swollen pussy, and he rides me hard, fast. His breathing is loud, and when he comes, he punishes my tender buttocks with stinging slaps as his cock jerks inside me.
The second he’s done, Slade shoulders him out of the way, and I’m full again.
I realize I’m drenched in sweat and my own arousal, and I’m whimpering like a cat in heat.
“Can’t wait,” Romeo says. He jerks my head toward him, but Slade doesn’t give up his place, and I’m pulled off the table. My legs nearly buckle under the mens’ weight, and my heels slide dangerously against the carpet.
But Slade’s grip is sure; I might slip, but he’ll never let me fall.
Romeo stands at my head, his cock at the ready. As he moves into position, I brace against his thighs.
He pushes into my mouth. I tongue the swollen ridge as best I can given how little room there is to maneuver with something so large.
Slade vigorously fucking me doesn’t make things easier, either.
With a roar, Romeo squeezes his shaft in his fist with one hand, the other hand on the back of my head, challenging me to swallow just a bit more of him. He shakes with the effort of controlling himself.
I do my best while wishing I could give him the blow job he wants and deserves.
And when Hawthorne slides a hand down my stomach and rests his fingers on my clit, I almost go out of my mind. Hawthorne’s other hand is full of my breast, and he’s palming me, squeezing my nipple. Each touch is more painful than the previous one, a crescendo of sharp pain that radiates through my whole body and makes me squeal and whimper in bliss.
When I come, my entire body jerking, it sets Romeo off as well. Because I can’t get his cock down my throat, his salty juice fills my mouth, and I can taste him in all his wonderful subtleties: tangy, salty, sweet, musky.
Maybe I can’t blow him the way he deserves, but I make sure not to spill a drop of his gift.
Slade doubles over me, his hips moving almost independently of the rest of his body, which is rigid, damp.
He grunts as he comes inside me. My face is burning hot, and my legs tremble uncontrollably for several moments.
“On the floor,” Hawthorne says gently.
“Lick us,” Hawthorne says with a growl.
I start with him, my fingers digging into his soft pants because I’m too weak to hold myself up otherwise. He tastes delicious, and I lap up every drop of his come.
Next is Slade, but he’s a little too sensitive, and after a few moments, he pushes me away with a sigh.
Romeo’s cock has softened enough that I think… Yeah, I can. I take all of him into my mouth, and I close my eyes as I suck him. Even like this, he’s still uncomfortably big.
“Yeah,” he says. “Feels good, lover.”
Somehow, I decide, I’m going to find a way to deep throat him.
Already, an idea is forming, and I file it away as something to investigate online.
Chapter 10
My hands shaking, I fix my panties, which are pretty much ruined; there’s only so much stretching they can take, apparently. I hope the same isn’t true for my nether regions.
The men are tucking themselves away, straightening their rumpled clothes. I watch in silent despair as Romeo tosses my bra into the trash.
“Where are your car keys?” Hawthorne asks.
“In my desk.”
“I’ll take you home. We’ll bring your car later,” he says.
A look passes between Romeo and Slade, and my heart nearly stops beating.
Hawthorne is the only one who would take pleasure from giving me my pink slip. Oh, I have no doubt that they’re all capable of it, but Hawthorne cares the least. It will be easiest for him.
Maybe this is the end.
My shoulders tighten with worry, and my mouth works, but no sound comes out.
Slade is looking at his phone, his brow creased. Romeo is busy tying the laces of one of his enormous, shiny dress shoes.
They aren’t looking at me.
“Lindsay,” Hawthorne says from the door. “Are you coming?”
Glumly, I gather my things and follow him outside. He’s got his hands in his pockets, and he’s whistling lightly. That should put me at ease, but Hawthorne takes pleasure in punishing and hurting me, so his carefree demeanor only serves to stress me out even more.
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