Like that matters…She dangled on that edge of release even without it.
Garrison didn’t choke her, didn’t deepthroat her. She wasn’t sure if she would mind if he did. She’d hated it before, with Tanner, because she’d never trusted him, because she’d always feared he’d not pull back in time.
These men made her crazy, made her want things she’d never had before. Things that would have terrified her suddenly intrigued her. Garrison might have known her hesitancy, though, because he shifted his hips forward, thrusting into her with small motions, using her tongue to rub against the head of his cock.
She’d nearly forgotten about Trent—she was a little distracted—but when strong fingers tightened on her nipples, sheremembered.
She cried out, the sound muffled around Garrison’s cock, making it dirty and so much hotter.
There was something about her voice, about knowing that Garrison’s cock kept her from speaking, that had her tightening around Connor’s agile fingers.
Trent leaned down, but she couldn’t turn toward him. Instead, he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and rough. “I know you like your breasts tortured, and in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a bit of a sadist.” He curled his fingers so his nails pressed into her and bit into her pebbled nipples, and even if she’d have denied being a masochist, her reaction called her a liar.
She would have come,hard, but as if they knew it, they all stopped. Connor’s fingers froze inside her, her cunt tightening uselessly around them. She shifted her hips to try and get what she needed, but he gave her nothing.
She whined, lifting her eyes to Garrison,begginghim with her gaze.
He curled his lips into a smile, but her heart sank because that wasn’t the look of a man willing to give in.
“Not yet, sweet,” Garrison said. “You don’t get everything you want, not right away.”
Bastards.She cursed them in her head, using words she’dneverconsider uttering out loud.
Trent released her nipple, but because he hadn’t held it long, the pain afterward wasn’t nearly as intense. It made her realize…she wanted more. She craved it.
What does that mean?
She figured she could analyze it later, when she wasn’t out of her mind with need.
“I have different clamps this time. I think you’ll like them.” Trent’s chuckle was warm and terrifying in the best way. “Well, eventually.”
The not-so-subtle threat hit all the right marks, and she struggled slightly. The band over her back kept her still.
Not that any of them seemed to notice or care. They wouldn’t move, wouldn’t release her, wouldn’t give her more or less or anything other than what they damn well pleased.
And while Sunny had thought she’d hate this, while she’d come to prove it to herself, she couldn’t deny how close to release she was from it.
A metallic sound echoed, but Sunny couldn’t turn her head far enough to see what it was. It reminded her of a necklace chain. Trent’s strong fingers captured her nipple again, teasing the same one he’d focused on before. “Deep breath,” he said a second before that familiar sharp pain shot through her.
He didn’t take time to linger, though, walking around the bench to the other side. Knowing what was coming and having to wait for it was the worst.
No, Connor’s fingers are still worse. Move them already!
Trent leaned down and dragged his tongue across her other nipple, then blew a stream of cold air over the damp tip. “One more,” he warned before that same pain struck again.
She yelped, shivering as her body tried to make sense of all the sensations, of the denied orgasm, of Connor’s unmoving fingers stretching her cunt, of the pain in her breasts.
She whimpered, her lips tightening again around Garrison and sucking, as if his hard cock were her only solace. He stroked his fingers through her hair, his fist against her lips as he held the base of his dick. “There you are, sweet. You’re fine.”
No, she wasn’t. She was better than fine. She felt free, which was an odd thing to feel when bound up like a present for three men.
It didn’t change the fact that it was true, though. Everything else she’d experienced, her preconceived notions, none of it could reach her there, as if they blocked it all out.
Something scratched against the floor, and from her peripheral vision she spotted Trent pulling a chair over. Metal groaned, then he did.
She tried to twist, but she could only catch a glimpse of him, his cock in his hand as if her trussed up was all he needed.
Or, maybe not, she thought as he reached forward. “You know what I like abouttheseclamps?”