Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Natalie sucked at my clit again, swirling her tongue around as she pressed up hard on my G-spot. My legs jerked, but restrained the way I was, they had nowhere to go. I had nowhere to go, so all of that repressed motion swelled up into a shout of release that startled birds in the trees below the balcony.
And a pair of resort guests passing by, who stopped and stared up through the glass paneled railing. Matt lifted a hand to them in a wave and called out, “Good morning.”
Natalie didn’t stop. I was sitting there, my legs shackled open, a woman eating me out and fingering me, and I’d had a very loud orgasm in front of two total strangers.
The filth of it alone was enough to make my breathing speed up again, my cunt grasp at Natalie’s fingers. I closed my eyes and gave in, another climax flooding over the top of the one I’d finished.
“Hungry?” Matt asked me as Nate got to his feet.
My clit buzzed with hyper-stimulation under Natalie’s tireless mouth. If I said yes, would he stop her?
I nodded desperately, trying to focus on anything but the swirl of her tongue on me. God, she’s getting the pressure just right too. “I’m a little thirsty.”
“Nate, if you would,” Matt asked, reaching to serve himself from the buffet laid out for us.
Nate filled a glass with orange juice from a sweating pitcher and brought the glass to my mouth.
“Did you want something different?” Matt asked at my hesitation. “Coffee? Tea? I mean, I don’t want you to scald yourself—”
I drank from the cup, my eyes locked on Nate’s, hoping I could signal with my eyes when I was finished. I blinked and slightly moved my head, and he took the cup away.
“If you like pineapple, I highly recommend it,” Matt went on.
So, this was my punishment. Chained up, forced to have orgasms while on public display, all for some breakfast.
Matt was a diabolical genius.
My hands curled to tight fists as the climb began again, and I ground out, “Pineapple would be lovely. Thank you.”
Matt nodded to Nate, who took a pineapple ring and offered it to me to eat from his hand. I took a bite, not tasting it as it went down my throat. Natalie’s mouth between my legs commanded all my attention, and then some.
By the time I finished the pineapple ring, I was pounding my fists on the arms of the chair. I gasped for air as the nerves of my tired clit electrified and exploded, bursts of hot red darkness peppering the edges of my vision.
“Ah!” I shouted, and it was nothing to do with the orgasm. “Cramp! In my calf!”
I’d barely gotten the sentence out when both my feet were released; Nate and Natalie worked fast. Though, that did mean that she had to stop going down on me. I didn’t know if I was disappointed or grateful for the break.
I pushed my toes hard on the floor and waited for the pain to pass, while Matt watched me with concern.”
“You okay?” he asked after a moment, bringing my head out of the muzzy, lost-in-the-sex-of-it-all space it had occupied.
I blinked at him. “Yeah. I…” I was suddenly way more aware of my surroundings than I’d been a moment before. “Can you unlock my hands?”
Matt nodded to Nate, who quickly released me. His half-erect cock brushed my shoulder, and I gasped. The dude was a grower and a show-er.
“Is my punishment over?” I asked, reaching for the glass of water and rapidly melting ice on the table beside the ashtray. I gulped it down and waited for the answer.
Matt watched me for a long moment, and a chill skated over my skin. Maybe it was the ice water hitting my hot system. More likely, it was caused by how suddenly unfamiliar Matt seemed. How almost cold his expression was. For the briefest flash, I wondered if I should be frightened of him. But that was absurd. We were playing roles, so I let myself indulge in the delicious fear. What would he do to me? What would he make me do?
“Nate, give her the rest of her punishment,” he said finally, and a spike of dread went through me. “Rough.”
My mouth dropped open, and I turned to see Nathan retrieving a condom from his discarded shorts. He stroked himself to full hardness and rolled the latex over his huge erection.
I could always safe word and stop this, but something compelled me to let Nate grab me under my arms and lift me bodily from my seat, as if I weighed nothing. And without a word, he gripped one of my legs, hitched it around his hip, and impaled me on his enormous cock.
“What the fuck?” I shouted, trying to scramble off him, but he pulled up my other hip and tightened an arm around my back like a vise. He strode over to a nearby lounge chair, every step driving him painfully deep. I squeezed my eyes shut against the unreal sensations.