Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
The Black Mask moved slightly so I could see him clearly, the metallic sheen of his mask terrifying as it was erotic. He wound the garland tighter, just beneath my jaw, slightly cutting off my airflow.
I felt The Stag’s breath warm against my ear, knew he pushed the bottom half of his mask up, and whispered, “Breathe for us.”
I gasped, still able to breathe, but it was harder, the thought these men could asphyxiate me with a twist of a wrist exciting me.
The Black Mask tightened the garland even more, his touch firm, unyielding. The pressure wasn’t enough to hurt… only enough to remind me how fragile air could be. Each inhale came slowly, deliberately. Each exhale trembled out of me like a confession of the power they wielded over me.
The world narrowed to the pulse in my throat, the lights flickering red and green over everything, and the quiet promise that they could take everything from me… but hadn’t, yet.
The Skull laughed again, and I looked back down the length of me to see his face hovering between my thighs. His tongue, hot and pink, pressed against the tight, forbidden hole of my ass.
I jerked at the initial feeling, a shocked gasp tearing from my throat. “No…” The protest was weak, automatic. It meant nothing and certainly didn’t stop him from continuing.
“Yes,” The Stag corrected from beside me. His voice was calm, sending an electric buzz that went straight to my core. “Her mouth says one thing, but look at her body and how it begs for all of us.” The three chuckled. “Look how she pushes back against your tongue and doesn’t even realize it.”
The Skull growled his agreement, his tongue working me open, a slow, wet, relentless penetration that had me seeing stars. This was so wrong but also felt so damn right. So dirty. And it felt so fucking good. The sharp pressure, the intimate violation, and the sheer taboo of it had me rolling my hips and thrusting my ass further into his face.
“Rub her clit,” The Black Mask said to The Stag, and as soon as he knelt at my side and touched the swollen bundle of nerves, I moaned and let my legs fall open even farther.
An orgasm coiled in my belly far too quickly. I was panting, my fingers curling into my palms, the garland scratchy on my inner wrists, but the discomfort turned me on even more.
A broken string of “No, no please,” fell from my lips, that everyone in the room knew meant “Yes. Give me more.”
Just as I was about to shatter and come all over their fingers and mouth, The Skull and The Stag stopped. The Stag took The Skull’s place between my legs now, his mouth latching onto my clit and sucking the sensitive nub hard while he shoved two of his bare fingers into my cunt. I moaned when he curled up to find a spot inside that made my vision blur at the edges. The Stag fucked me with his fingers, fast and deep, his mouth a vacuum on my clit.
With one hand firmly holding the garland around my neck, The Black Mask sucked his fingers into his mouth, sloppily coating them with his spit. Reaching down under The Stag’s mouth, he rimmed my asshole with his slick fingers. I bucked and shimmied at his touch, my pussy clenching with light flutters. The Black Mask slowly, intently, pushed a thick digit into my ass and pumped in and out, in and out, a few times before withdrawing with a clinging suction. A long, breathy moan ripped from my tethered throat. I’d never felt such pleasure before. And I wanted more. A lot more.
“Get off for us again. Be our perfect fuckhole,” he snarled into my dripping flesh. “Come all over my face. Show us what a desperate, pretty little slut you really are.”
The command, the praise, and the degradation mixing as one broke me. My orgasm ripped through me, a silent, body-morphing event that had my entire form bowing off the floor, my mouth opening, and my pussy gushing around The Stag’s thrusting fingers and suckling mouth. I convulsed, waves of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain washing over me.
Before the last tremor even subsided, The Skull was moving. He positioned his cock at my drenched entrance. I was so sensitive that the mere press of his cock notching at my pussy hole was almost agony. Too much.
He shoved inside me anyway.
I cried out, the sound a ragged sob that humiliated me but also had ecstasy stealing my very sanity. The Skull’s cock was enormous, stretching my already well-fucked pussy to a new limit. The fabric of my torn panties, still coiled around one ankle, made me feel like I was being used for their own pleasure.