She slides her finger from my clit to my opening, teasing me as she delves deeper, but not nearly deep enough or long enough to satisfy me. Then she lifts her fingers to her husband’s mouth and plunges inside. He sucks them clean. “You’re right. She is delicious.”
Atticus spears my earlobe with his teeth, causing me to cry out. “Please?”
“Please what, baby girl?” Violet smiles at me. “Don’t be afraid. Ask for what you need.”
“I need to come, Mistress.” I pause, thinking of Ares’ face. “Sir, please?”
“Hold her up, Sir.”
He laughs. “Always so fucking bossy.”
“Pretty please? With our little ballerina on your cock?” She bats her lashes as she gets to her feet and walks over to the desk.
“Well, when you put it that way . . .” Atticus rolls his hips, and I feel the hard length of him at my back.
Violet rummages in several drawers before coming back with her loot of lube, condoms, and a Hitachi magic wand. I try to close my legs instantly, because I know how powerful—how agonizing—they can be. She laughs. “You’re not afraid of a little vibration, are you?”
I shake my head, but I know the opposite is written in my pained expression.
“I promise I’ll be gentle.”
“I won’t,” Atticus says, snaking strong arms around my waist and lifting me as his wife unzips his pants and slides his cock free. It’s big, with thick veins and a rosy tip. He groans in my ear as Violet rolls on a condom and covers it with lube. Then she takes her sticky fingers and teases the taut flesh of my ass. Fear and dread are at war inside me. It’s Ares all over again.Why won’t anyone fuck my goddamn pussy?
Violet plunges her fingers in deep, twisting her hand so that her thumb can stroke my clit. She fucks me fast, the way Ares would, hitting that raised spot inside me that always makes me squirt. My orgasm builds, and just when I think she’s going to let me come, too soon, she withdraws her hand. I whimper.
“Shh, baby girl.” Atticus’ voice is rough with desire as he says, “You’ll get to come, but I want to feel your hot little ass squeezing my dick when you do.”
Violet rubs my clit furiously, and I pant, my orgasm building again. So close. I’m so close to coming, but I slam back into the present as Atticus’ hot cock butts up against my ass and he tries to inch inside. I squirm, trying to alleviate some of the tension, wishing they’d just fuck me already and take me to that place where I’m no longer in present-day New York, but instead am floating in the ether.
My impatience earns me a sharp slap to the clit.
“You will be patient, and you will behave, baby girl.” Violet’s gaze is cold and cruel.
“I’m sorry, Mistress. I need it. I need to come.”
“You come when he says you come,” she chides, teasing my clit with a series of hard pinches. It’s so difficult to keep still and not writhe. Atticus holds me while Violet takes his cock and eases it inside me, working the shaft with her hands. It feels incredible. It hurts, but it’s insanely pleasurable too. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. Instead, his thrust are punishing, brutal, and they drive me closer to orgasm, especially when Violet eases her fingers back inside my pussy and begins stroking my G-spot.
The moans that come from my mouth are not human, surely not. They’re feral, wild, and all animal. She picks up the Hitachi and turns it on, pressing it hard against my clit. Pleasure and pain meld into one another. My legs shake. My whole body quivers. “Please, Sir, may I come?”
“No. Just a little more, sweet girl.”
“Please, I can’t—”
“Don’t you dare fucking come. Not until I allow it,” he commands, thrusting harder. Violet’s fingers work alongside her husband’s cock, and I can’t help it. I come so hard I squirt all over their hardwood floors.
“Naughty, naughty girl.” His hand wraps around my throat as he thrusts deeper in my ass. “Our needy little slut should be punished for that. Don’t you agree, Violet?”
“Oh, yes, Boss.” She nods and vigorously pumps her fingers in and out of my body. “She really shouldn’t be allowed to get away with disobeying orders.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so. . . oh, oh god, I’m going to come again.”
“You come,” he groans in my ear, “and you do so with the knowledge that afterward your ass will be red raw.”
“Yes, Sir. I look forward to it.” The pressure builds within me. Atticus squeezes my throat, cutting off my air. My heart races, fear carves out a hollow in my chest as I remember all the ways Ares choked me, beat me, tortured me.
“Don’t be afraid, he won’t hurt you. It just makes the orgasm more intense,” Violet says, as she puts the Hitachi back on my clit. My eyes roll in my head, and a silent scream rips from my throat.
“Your ass is so fucking tight. I plan to bury myself in here as often as I can.”