Athena
These guys are so fucking unoriginal.
Of course, I left the door open on purpose. Of course, I let Cayde catch me playing with myself. True, I wanted to—I was wet as fuck from teasing him in the shower and from the arousal that came from having him pin me up against the shower wall while he jerked himself off. I wanted to come so badly I could hardly think straight.
But the most important part is that I was thinking straight. I’d known Cayde wouldn’t be able to leave me alone after I so brazenly barged into his shower and taunted him. I’d known he’d come to exact some punishment. I’d planned on using the now-void contract to egg him into fighting back, into forcing a punishment on me for my unauthorized masturbation.
And, of course, it was going to be spanking. I put up the necessary small fight, I can’t just give in too easily, or they’ll figure out that I’m onto them. But it was hardly a surprise to be told to bend over the couch and take twenty lashes to the ass from Dean’s belt.
I’m sure afterward they’re going to make me come while jerking off onto my face, or something equally boring.
I’m telling myself that I’m bored, that as I call each stroke out with the accompanying whimper, that my pussy isn’t really burning, that I’m not dripping wet down my thighs, that my heart isn’t pounding in my chest because Jaxon is the one holding my wrists. I can’t look at him. He’s the only one who could really undo me, the one who I both want to hurt most of all and who I can’t bear to destroy.
He’s the only one who makes me feel something other than hate or hateful lust.
I hate that this is turning me on. I hate that with every strike of the leather across my ass, I feel my pussy flaming in response, aching to be filled, my clit swollen and hard and throbbing. I have to force myself not to grind my hips against the leather, not to try to get myself off while Dean spanks me because I know he’d see it and use it against me.
But fuck I want to come.
“Twenty!”I gasp out as Dean brings down the last stroke, and he steps back, dropping the belt to the floor.
“Holy shit.” He whistles and I drop my head, feeling my cheeks flame with embarrassment—because I know what he’s seeing. “Come look at this, Cayde,” he says. “Have you ever seen a girl this fucking wet from being spanked?”
“I haven’t seen many girls get spanked,” Cayde says dryly. “But she’s fucking gushing.”
I feel Dean’s long fingers stroking along my folds, and I can’t help but whimper. When he shoves two fingers into me unceremoniously, my ass arches upwards, my pussy clenching around him, and he laughs.
“Jesus, she’s a fucking whore. It’s hot as a furnace in there.” He strokes his fingers in and out of me, twice and then three times, and I whimper again, feeling frustrated tears burning behind my eyes.
I feel like one right now. I feel humiliated, and embarrassed, and sore, and so, so fucking horny. I feel like I’d do almost anything if he’d just let me come.
And he knows that, too.
“Get up, Athena,” Dean says, his voice as lordly and arrogant as ever. “Go sit on the edge of the desk, and spread your legs for us.”
The fresh welts on my ass burn just at the thought of sitting on the edge of that desk. But I push myself up off of the couch, yanking my wrists out of Jaxon’s grasp and standing up, my chin lifted defiantly.
I can feel all of their eyes on me as I stride towards the desk, ignoring the flaming on my ass and thighs, the way their gazes follow me across the room. Or I try to, anyway.
The reality is that I’m so fucking wet, so turned on, that I can hardly stand it.
As I turn around, settling my burning ass on the edge of the desk, the cool wood almost a balm against my heated skin, a fresh resolve sweeps over me.
I’m not going to let them use this to humiliate me. I know what’s coming next.
And I’m going to fucking enjoy it.
“Spread your legs, Athena,” Dean commands. “Spread them for your master.”
I obey. Or at least, he thinks I do. But I’m not doing this for him. I’m doing it for me. Because I want more. I want to come. I want to show them that they can’t break me if I want to be broken.
So I push myself back a little further onto the desk, and I spread my long, pale legs wide for them.
Wider than they’d asked for, really. So wide that they can see all of me, my flushed, swollen pussy, my hard little clit, the arousal dripping down my thighs. “What do you want now, sir?” I ask in a soft, innocent voice, and I see Cayde swallow hard, his cock lurching in his sweatpants as he looks at me.
“Now, Athena, since you were so desperate to get off, you’re going to masturbate for us. While we enjoy ourselves at the sight of you.”
Oh my god, they’re so fucking predictable.Of course, that was what Dean was going to tell me to do. And they’re so into it. Cayde gets his sweatpants down in an instant, that thick cock in his hand as he starts to stroke himself, walking towards me. Dean undoes his own jeans, his hand lazily working himself as he pulls it out. He can’t be that horny, he fucked me just last night. And Jaxon—