Not enough.
Trent didn’t stop there. He pulled back, then pressed three fingers into her. When she whined, he let out a harsh laugh. “Come on—you took Connor. He’s thicker than this.” He caught eyes with Garrison. “Maybe she needs more?”
Garrison muttered, “Sadist,” before reaching down and flicking the weight that connected to the clamps.
And off she went again. Each orgasm was weaker than the last, as if her muscles had run to exhaustion, as though she lacked the energy to even react, but he still felt her pussy crank down, the waves as it pulled her under.
He pulled back and folded four fingers together, pressing them in, wanting to own her with a power that made him nearly come. Resistance met him, her body not quite ready to take him this way. “Pity,” he sighed, pulling back. “Guess I’ll have to try that another night, one where I can spread those thighs of yours wide, when I can see your pretty eyes as I press my whole fist into you. What do you think about that?”
“Four,” she whimpered, a catch in her breath that said she wasn’t sure about her answer.
He chuckled. “You’ll see, sweet. Amazing exactly what a pussy can take, and I bet you you’ll love it. You’ll squirm and you’ll whimper, but you’ll come so hard around my fist.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her ass cheek, then a hard bite. “Guess we’ll do this the old-fashioned way, then.”
He reached for a condom on the table behind him, sliding it over his length before wrapping her hair around his hand. He pressed the tip of his cock to her, felt the way she twitched like the best welcome. “I’m a little busy,” he said. “Any chance you two could help?”
Garrison rolled his eyes, but Connor? Oh, Connor had a streak of darkness in him, too. His eyes lit up as he reached down, grasping the clip on his side.
Garrison and Conner pulled the clips off at the same time, and Trent plunged his cock into her, sinking fully into her all at once.
Sunny exploded. She shook, she cried, she said things that made no sense, but how couldn’t she? Her breasts were on fire, the clamps so much worse than the last time, and Trent had just filled her in a single rough thrust.
Fingers rubbed at her nipples—not as hard as Trent had been, but since they were far more sensitive, it was at least as bad. Even as she twisted, the straps trapped her, kept her still and impaled on Trent’s insistent cock, caught by the demanding fingers of the other two Doms that drew out the agony of her nipples.
She came again, or had it ever stopped? It seemed each movement, each touch, each stroke by the men over any part of her body set her off again, like a cascading wave of pleasure that pulled her so far under, she didn’t know if she’d surface again.
Or if she cared.
“Fuck, yes,” Trent said, voice broken. “This was worth it. You have the perfect cunt, sweet, you know that? If you were mine, I’d fuck you every goddamned day, never let you be empty long, take you everywhere. You’d be my favorite plaything.”
As he spoke, the words washed over her, adding to everything else, intensifying it all. He fucked her at least as hard as Connor had, but his grip in her hair, the way he pulled her head back, made her more aware of it. She wasn’t distracted by a blow job, could only feel each time he bottomed out, each time he took her pussy with the confidence of a man who thought he owned it.
But…she was starting to fear he did. That they all did.
Trent let go of her hair, then reached around her, beneath her, to between her slick thighs. He rubbed his fingers against her clit, setting off another rush of pleasure. When he spoke, his words had less control, less thought. “You know, your pretty tits aren’t the only thing I can clamp.” He pinched her swollen clit, taking it between his fingers in a tight grip, sending streaks of something too intense to be pleasure or pain through her. Even over the sounds she made, he spoke. “You undo me, sweet. I want to put a clamp tight on that sexy little clit of yours, fuck your perfect ass, spank you until you’re a crying mess. You look amazing when you cry, when your mascara runs down your face, when you’re not just a disaster but when I knowweturned you into that. Fuck, you’ve gotnoclue how filthy the things I want from you are.” He stilled, his cock deep inside her, his fingers tight around her clit, before he shuddered, clearly pushed over the edge by his own words and the idea of doing all the things he talked about.
Sunny was nothing but adrenaline and endorphins, but she wasn’tquitedone. Or, at least she realized that when he released her clit, then rubbed it between his fingers in a way sheneverthought would have been pleasant.
And it wasn’t? Or it was? She couldn’t tell, but she knew she came again, that her body responded even if she wasn’t sure about it.
It left her panting hard, unable to move, sticky and exhausted to her very core.
And so very confused.
After this…she wasn’t sure how she’d ever go back to her regular life again…