“How does that feel?” Ranger asks, leaning down so he’s close to me. “Can’t move, can you?”
“No.” I give a tug on the wrist restraints to prove it.
“And how does that make you feel? Tell me. What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking…” What am I thinking? What do they want from me? “I’m thinking I have no control here. You can do whatever you want to me, and there’s nothing I can do to stop you.”
“Good girl.” He runs a hand over my cheek and down my throat. “You’re learning.”
I nod a little, too nervous to speak.
And too excited. I can’t pretend I’m not. I’m completely on display for them, and the height of the table puts me at eye level with their growing erections. This is all for me… because of me. They want me. Knowing that only makes me want to give them more of what they want.
“All of this for us to play with. Dash is going to be sorry he missed this.” Arden’s hand moves along my inner thigh, and now I can’t help but squirm a little. It feels so good. No matter how wrong it seems, I can’t pretend it doesn’t feel amazing. I’m wet and getting wetter with every second. Before long, it will be pooling under me.
“What should we do first?” Ranger looks over the length of my body. “How can this little slut please us tonight?”
“I know what would please me.” I can’t help but gasp when Arden’s fingers move along my slit. I close my eyes, lifting my hips as much as I can, my body inviting him before my conscious mind knows what I’m doing.
“She can’t even help it,” Ranger observes with an edge of disgust in his voice. “She’s that fucking desperate for cock.”
“Is that true?” Arden asks, rubbing my slick lips with skillful fingers. “Are you hungry for cock?”
I freeze up at the question. “Yes?” I whisper.
“You’re not sure?” Ranger closes a hand over my boob and squeezes. “You have to be prompted? Or do you need to be reminded?”
“I think she’s trying to be a tease. Pretending she’s not into it.” Arden’s fingers breach my slit to move deeper, where it’s warm and slick. “Fuck, she’s wet.”
“I thought so.” Ranger cups the back of my head, lifting it slightly. “So it feels good? Being touched like this? Tied down and knowing we’re going to use you like the slut you are? Do you like this?”
He doesn’t give me a chance to answer, instead shoving his covered bulge in my face. The denim rubs against my skin as he grinds against me, almost cutting off my air. I don’t know what to focus on, that or Arden probing my entrance. Confusion, fear, and building heat combine until I’m lost to it. There’s nothing to do but give in.
I gasp for air when Ranger pulls back, but he only does so long enough to unzip his jeans and pull himself free from his shorts. He’s at least seven inches long and so thick, I don’t know how I’m going to take him in any part of me. Not that I have a choice.
A bead of precum glistens at the tip of his head. “Lick it,” he commands, his fingers tightening in my hair while, with the other hand, he holds himself close to my lips.
I reach out with my tongue and swipe it over the hole, catching the precum. “Oh, fuck,” he groans before moving his hips, pushing the mushroom head against my mouth. “Just like you did with my thumb. Suck it.”
All at once, he plunges in, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. He only chuckles, pushing a little harder until my nose is smashed against the base of his cock. “You can take it. Suck my cock.”
I don’t know what to focus on, Ranger thrusting in and out of my mouth or Arden working his fingers inside me. I don’t know how many, but I feel so full. “She’s tight,” he grunts.
“We’ll get her nice and stretched out,” Ranger mutters, plunging deep. He barely pulls back before doing it again, forcing me to suck in what little air I can through my nose before burying himself.
Arden adds a thumb to the mix, rubbing tight circles over my clit while he fucks me almost brutally with his fingers. I moan before I can help it, and they both laugh. “That’s right. Show me how much you love it.”
Another hand cups one of my boobs, and I think it must be Arden’s, but I can’t see with Ranger’s torso in my face.
I lift my gaze, trying to look up at him, and I find him staring down at me. “Harder,” he grunts, his jaw tight. “Hollow out those cheeks.” I do as he asks, and he groans.
I can’t pretend that doesn’t feel good. Knowing that what I’m doing makes him feel good. Pleasing him, letting him use me. Even when he holds my head still and starts fucking my face, setting the pace with no regard for whether I can breathe. Even that touches something deep inside me and lights it up like nothing ever has.
All of a sudden, everything comes to a stop. I don’t know if I’m glad or disappointed when he pulls out, slick with my saliva. Arden’s fingers suddenly leave me, too, and I want to scream in frustration.
They’re only switching places. I turn my head to the other side when Arden steps up next to me. But instead of plunging into my mouth like Ranger did, he shoves his fingers inside first. “Taste yourself,” he commands. “Lick my fingers clean.”
Mentally, I recoil from this—physically, though, I give in gladly. We make eye contact while I suck his fingers, and he growls through gritted teeth. “That’s right, be a good girl.”