“Turn around,” Dean says roughly, and I catch a single glimpse of his hand wrapping around his shaft before I obey. “That’s more lashes for turning around without permission,” he adds, and a tingle runs down my spine straight to my aching pussy.
Cayde thrusts his fingers into me twice more and then pulls them out, leaving me shuddering, a sobbing moan escaping my lips at the sudden feeling of emptiness until I feel the hot, swollen press of Dean’s cockhead against my sensitive folds.
“Oh god, please—” the words escape my lips before I can stop them. Then Cayde brings the flogger down over my ass as Dean slides into me, thick and long and incredibly hard. The mixture of stinging pain on my outer flesh and the throbbing pleasure inside of me is too much.
I know I’m not supposed to come until they tell me that I can. Iknowit. But I can’t help myself. Even without anyone touching my clit, I can feel myself pulsing, squeezing around Dean’s length as he shoves himself into me, and it feels so fucking good. I can’t stop myself from coming, can’t stifle the moan that slips out of my mouth, rising in pitch until it’s almost a scream, my hands clawing and back arching as I drive myself backward onto Dean’s cock at the same moment that Cayde brings the flogger down again. I see stars as an orgasm like nothing I’ve ever felt ripples through me. It’s everything I needed, weeks of neglect and build-up crashing over me all at once, every muscle in my body tightening as I shudder and cry out, bucking against Dean’s cock with the force of the release.
Dean groans, his hips surging forward, and I can hear how breathless he is as he speaks. “I think our little pet just came without permission. That earns another punishment, don’t you think?”
Cayde drags the flogger over my ass as Dean thrusts into me again, holding himself deep inside of me, and I hear Cayde chuckle.
“Well,” he says darkly, “if our little Saint wants to come, then I think she should get to come. As many times as she possibly can.”
Why does that sound like a threat?
The flogger comes down on my ass again as Dean thrusts into me once, twice, three more times, and then he pulls out suddenly, leaving me dripping and hollow as I hear him cross the room. With Dean gone, Cayde moves behind me, bringing down the flogger in earnest across my ass, back and forth, striping my skin as he whips my cheeks and upper thighs until I’m clenching the side of the table and sobbing breathlessly, my thighs spreading.
“Oh, you want that sweet pussy whipped, too?” Cayde brings the flogger up between my legs, the tails cracking over my swollen flesh, nipping at my clit. “I know you can come like this, so fucking come, Athena. You’re going to come so many fucking times before we’re done with you.”
How is that a bad thing?My body is already primed for more, shuddering as the flogger cracks between my legs again and again. As I lose myself in a second orgasm, I don’t even notice that Dean has returned until I feel him sliding something over my legs.
It takes a moment for my pleasure-addled brain to realize that it’s my lacy thong.Why is he putting my pantiesbackon?I think, confused but too tongue-tied from the second orgasm to ask any real questions.
And then Dean’s fingers slip beneath the lace, brushing over my clit and causing another moan to escape, and I feel something cool against my overheated skin, and then—
A buzzing sensation that nearly makes my eyes roll back in my head.
I’ve never used a vibrator. Before the boys, before all of this, when I was still a virgin, I obviously had played with myself a few times. Given myself some sharp, shuddering orgasms that made itveryclear what all the fuss was about and made me wonder even more what it would be like with someone else.
But I’d never gotten brave enough to use a toy of any kind, even though I’d wondered about that, too.
The sensation against my already over-sensitive clit is enough to make me convulse, gasping with the sudden, intense pleasure of it as Cayde steps back. I can feel the gazes of both guys on me, watching me writhe helplessly in pleasure.
“How would you feel about being tied up?” Dean asks suddenly, and the shock of beingaskedstartles me out of my fog for a moment. I can’t figure out why he’s asking me at all, at first, and then I realize that he’s worried that it will give me a flashback to my kidnapping, that he’sworriedabout me.
The thought of having my hands bound sends a ripple of fear through me, enough to drive back my oncoming third orgasm, and I shake my head. “No,” I whisper. “Please, I—I don’t think I want that.”
Part of me expects him to do it anyway. That’s what they would have done before. But instead, Dean is just quiet for a moment.
“Then we won’t do that,” he says finally. “But don’t touch yourself, Athena, or try to take the vibrator off. If you do, I’ll have no choice but to tie up your hands. Hold on to the desk, and don’t let go.”
I nod, shocked beyond words, and even more so when he circles around the desk to stand in front of me, leaning down to run his fingers over my jaw and tip my face up so that I’m looking into his ice-blue eyes. “You belong to us, Athena,” he says quietly, his fingers stroking my cheek. “We didn’t protect you before. But we will now. No one will touch you again without your consent. I promise you that.”
It’s the closest thing I think I’m ever going to get to an apology, from him or from Cayde. But it makes my chest constrict nonetheless, and I can see the sincerity in his eyes, a seriousness that’s at odds with everything else happening right now. It’s as if the world goes still for a minute, my stinging ass and vibrating pussy and the two naked men in the room secondary to Dean’s hand on my cheek and the promise of protection on his lips, the look on his face that says he’s sorry even if the exact words haven’t come out of his mouth.
“We’re going to use you for our pleasure, Athena, and use you hard,” he says, his voice a silky, deep growl, like melted chocolate. “But if it’s too much for you, if you’re not healed enough, or if it brings back bad memories, we’ll stop. You only need to say the word.”
“What word?” I look up at him, dazed with pleasure and overwhelmed with the change. “What do I say.”
Dean grins. “How about ‘saint?’” His hand cups my cheek. “But until then, little pet, I want you to show us just how much of a sinner you can be.”
And then he straightens, his hand wrapping around his shaft, and I see the dripping head of his cock moving towards my lips in the instant before it presses against them, demanding entry.
I can taste myself on him still, and I would have thought I’d hate it, but I don’t. The buzzing against my clit sweeps through me, heightening everything, the feeling of Dean’s huge cock stretching my lips. Then the sensation of Cayde pressed against me from behind, his tip splitting me open. I feel my thighs spreading open of their own accord, my body wanting both of them, all of them, impaling me, filling me up.
“I got her mouth earlier,” Cayde rumbles from behind me, his hands smoothing over my hot, reddened skin as he squeezes my ass. “So it’s your turn for that, I think.”
“No complaints here.” Dean’s hand smooths over my hair, fingers tangling in it, wrapping it around his fist as he starts to thrust into my mouth, slowly, almost gently. I wrap my tongue around him, licking away the pre-cum from his tip, tasting my own arousal on his hot, straining flesh. His groan only drives me closer to that third orgasm as I look up at him and see the pleasure written across every inch of his face.