He kisses me goodbye, sweet and cherishing.
Footfalls sound. A smile gives, waiting for Luca to make wild love to me.
Tag teamed. Run a train.
I hear the crinkle of a wrapper, and then hands reach for me, gathering me close. I’m flipped to my stomach, the chains jangling as they cross over. With my arms at full stretch, there’s a bite in my shoulder that has me wincing.
“A warning would be nice, Luca!”
A crack sounds, a sharp slap across my exposed ass. And then Luca gets up behind me, tugging me backward and onto his hard cock.
The way he fills me is divine, his cock broad and long. And even though I’m getting sore, I love the burn of him being where his brothers have been.
“Should’ve used a ball gag on you too,” he murmurs darkly. “Always got so much to say.”
I risk a chuckle as he drives inside me. The heavenly drag of his shaft against my inner walls stokes a fire that never seems to dim. I’m insatiable around these men, enjoying each dynamic they bring.
Luca’s palms come to my shoulders, holding me down to the mattress. Brutally he fucks me, giving me exactly what I asked for.
A brutal fuck.
With my wrists crossed like this my nerves are sparking alarmingly, my blood flow compromised. And with my face mashed into the bed, it’s hard to breathe. Contorted, I can’t get myself into a better position, so I just take it, endure it, sucking in air as Luca fucks the life out of me.
And I must be fucked up because an orgasm barrels out of me, the punishing situation a turn-on. Twisted up, it feels like an out-of-body experience, the pleasure only concentrated in my core and not my entire self. There’s no soaking in the afterglow, no delightful warmth spreading through my veins. And I can’t complain because this is what I wanted, this corrupting experience. I wanted to understand the fun with all the hurts, not just the fun with all the beautiful, toe-numbing feels.
“Is this brutal enough for your list?” Luca grits out, his hands pressing into my skin. “Because I’m about to come.”
There’s no way I’ll climax again, not as I endure every dark, twisted act of his possession. Choking on too-thin air, I say, “Do it. I can take it.”
Luca’s bodyweight presses into me, the muscles in his hands clenching around my nape and forcing me deeper into the mattress. He rams my cunt with masterful, vicious strokes, delivering every depraved and wicked sensation I wished for. When I think he can’t have any more stamina, he releases my neck and grabs my ponytail, lifting me several inches off the bed. Incapacitated, I dangle precariously, my arms strung taut by the cuffs, suspended by my hair.
My scalp prickles, strands detaching. I soak up every sensation, every inch of his claiming knowing it will be a hell of a lot worse once we’ve worked further down the list.
The sounds we’re making are obscene. Low, mournful cries rise from the depths of my belly like I’m possessed by the devil, everything between my legs tightening. And Luca’s hissed curses and masculine grunts only fuel my blood. Rarely he’s so unhinged, this master of discipline and perfection, but you’d never know from the crisp, professional persona he shows to the world that he loves fucking me into oblivion.
Finally, his orgasm crests. “Jesus, Winter.”
My name on his lips sounds revered. Venerated. As soon as he’s done he releases his grip on my hair, the cuffs at my wrists dissolving away like smoke. He hauls me into his body, Reuben and Brecken joining us on the rumpled bed as light blinds my eyes.
“Was it too much?” he husks.
I drag oxygen into my lungs. “It was exactly as I imagined, so don’t regret a thing. Don’t overthink it.” I stroke his clean-shaven jawline, taming his guilt. “If I ever need you to stop, I’ll say so.”
“Promise?” Brecken asks. “It’s easy for us to get caught up in these fantasies too, Winter. Remember that. We don’t want to hurt you. You give a man an inch and he might just take a mile.”
Brecken speaks from experience, our first nightinsane.Worried for him, I ask, “Was it too much for you to witness?” When he shakes his head, I smile encouragingly. “I’m glad.”
Testing Brecken’s boundaries is important, but I don’t want to push him over his self-imposed limits. Finding a balance that we’re all comfortable with is key, and if that means scaling back on my list then I’ll happily do it. But they did insist on having it. Of me populating as many pages as I could.
“And you’re not hurting me,” I confess. “You’re freeing me.”
Roo studies me before rising from the bed and switching off the cameras from a control panel on the wall. He returns, Brecken sliding the blindfold over my eyes again. “Lie back,” he instructs softly. “If you want more.”
As I stretch out, my body reminds me of the past however long, the muscles in my legs and arms feeling stiff and heavy.
This time, I’m not tied up. This time, I’m not filmed. And this time, I have no idea who fucks me first, let alone last.
Run a train until we’re all exhausted and unable to fuck anymore.