“Two men in your two holes,” he said, pausing, maybe waiting his turn. “You haven’t dropped the pine cone.” He chuckled then kept going, fucking my pussy while Cassius took my ass.
I hadn’t dropped it, had I.
I heard the guttural noises and cries I made, and they were coarse and nothing like speech.
I was overwhelmed. The doctor finally shoved in all the way. He stayed there a while, forehead to forehead, our bodies moving in rhythm to Cassius’s push and pull. The fullness of them in there swelled, conquering what sense remained in my mind.
I groaned and trembled, and I wished I could put my hands below, to feel them both entering me, going inside. It was wondrous and infinitely dirty. Maybe next time.
I began to arch, or try to, rendered blank and shuddering. The body-breaking climax was close, so close, so fucking close. The push and suck, and thrust and push, kept on, until it took me and tossed thoughts to the hurricane, and my muscles locked, and it shattered me into an unearthly pile of whimpering, chest-heaving flesh.
They came inside me, finished, and left me dripping when they pulled out.
Air became my only need.
My sweat-tangled, twisted hair was before my face. The blindfold was gone, as was the rope gag, but my hands were still in ropes. The men were arguing, even as someone untied my hands and helped me collapse, gently, to the ground.
15
CASSIUS
“One last thing,” I grated out as I kissed her nape and cradled her, still owning her body, still remembering how it had felt with my cock thrust way-deep inside her ass. I had to say this, no matter the consequences. “No more threatening sutures. You get permission or I’m leaving here, with her.”
The doctor released her legs, leaving them in the leaf litter and her slumped in my arms. “I applaud your determination and your mercy, Cassius. I’m on your side and hers. Though your threat means nothing.”
“There you are wrong.”
“I can own Jacob if I have to.”
A stunning statement. Was he joking?
CHARITY
“Hey. Hey.” I stirred and raised my head. “Argue later, please.”
The doctor laughed, hands on hips. Cassius was silent. I nudged him.
“Sure,” Cassius said.
“Can we please get cleaned up?” It felt odd to be asking for anything after what they’d done to me. I tried to rise and gave up. My head was made of sponge, currently. “Once I turn back into human.”
At that, they seemed to remember we were, all three of us, human. The doctor kneeled and keenly examined my wrists, tracing the rope impressions and smiling. His smiles, real ones, seemed rare.
“You’re okay now?”
I nodded. Was he referring to the brutality of the sex we had shared or my previous episode? Whichever, I was…okay. “I have a question. The sex…”
“Hmmm?”
Cassius stroked my forehead. “Was I too rough? Because I don’t want to break my…our toy.”
Oh my god.Why did being called their toy feel as if it meant something good?
I had to run through my options. Lying would be wrong. I was sore in so many places, including my hand, I realized, for the doctor had uncurled my fingers and was poking the punctures made by the pine-cone. I tugged. He kept hold of my hand and tsked.
Finally I swallowed and went for it, saying the minimal. “It was good.”
“Only good? I’m mortified. Are you being shy?”