“More,” I demanded, unable to stand this torture.
“I’m waiting for you to beg, baby,” Kyan laughed, his breath hot against my neck as he kept my face angled towards Saint. “Just one little word and we’ll give you more, won’t we brother?”
Goddammit, why did he always want me pleading?
Blake lifted his head with a smirk that made my insides knot. He gripped my chin, dragging my eyes away from Saint and onto him. “Say it, Cinderella. And we’ll give you what you need.”
“I’m not going to beg,” I growled, though I knew my resolve was weakening as Kyan pulled his hand free of my panties and I was shamefully devastated.
“That’s a pity,” Kyan sighed, lifting his hand to Blake’s mouth. Blake took his fingers between his lips, sucking my taste from them and my cheeks blazed, my thighs clenching together as the sight of that did ungodly things to my body.
Holy shit, why is that so hot?
Kyan barked a laugh and Blake chuckled as he dropped his friend’s hand, moving up closer and pressing a wet kiss to my mouth. “You’re delicious, sweetheart, just ask nicely and I’ll devour you like my favourite dessert. Which is chocolate cheesecake by the way, but I think you might be a contender.”
I bit down on my lip to stop the words from escaping and Kyan pinched my chin, yanking my lip out from the grip of my teeth.
“Say it,” he demanded, his dick grinding into my ass as he pressed against me. Shit, I wanted them so bad, I couldn’t hold out any longer.
“Please,” I panted and Blake dropped to his knees before me. He brushed his nose up the centre of my panties, making me squirm with need, but just as he took hold of them, Saint spoke.
“Stop,” he growled and we all looked to him. He took a long sip of vodka before leaning forward so his face was illuminated by the firelight. I was ready to tell him to go to hell if he really thought we were going to stop at this point when he went on, “Kyan, sit her on your lap in the armchair.” He pointed and my brows lifted in surprise, my heart thundering out of tune.
Kyan laughed darkly then pulled me over to the chair, dropping down and planting me on his lap. His hands rested on my waist and I couldn’t help but circle my hips against his hard on, making him groan heavily.
“Blake take her panties off,” Saint commanded and his powerful voice sent a violent tremor through me as Blake moved to obey.
He unhooked the suspenders before pulling down the lacy underwear which were soaked with my desire. My gaze moved to Saint again, my chest rising and falling as we all waited for his next order.
“Kyan, place your legs between hers and force them apart. Don’t let her close them.”
My throat tightened as Kyan did as he said, spreading my legs either side of his so I was totally exposed. I wriggled my hips, trying to adjust to the uncomfortable feeling. I wasn’t ashamed of my body, but being held like that made me totally vulnerable to these men who’d captured and persecuted me. But something about that was so deeply erotic that it made my toes curl and my belly squeeze with need.
Kyan pulled me back against him so his mouth was by my ear and he pushed my bra down to reveal my breasts, his calloused thumbs circling and pinching them roughly, making electricity and pain dagger across my flesh. My hips writhed again as part of me fought against being restrained, but Kyan only forced my legs wider the second I did.
“Make her scream,” Saint ordered, his eyes glinting as they caught the light of the fire.
Blake dropped down between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them wider and making me writhe against Kyan’s firm grip.
Saint observed us, his elbows perched on his knees as he sipped his vodka, savouring it on his lips. He didn’t give any more orders so I guessed he was satisfied for his friends to take the lead now, and I started to pant as Blake’s mouth brushed against my inner thigh.
Kyan released me with his right hand, lifting his hips to create a space between our bodies and pushing his hand down under my ass. I wriggled wildly as his fingers skimmed between my ass cheeks then landed on my wet centre, curling backwards to enter me.
My head fell back against his shoulder and Blake laughed against my thigh as he worked his way ever higher, the sound vibrating through my body. Kyan’s fingers massaged and rubbed inside me in a way I had never felt in my life. My whole body was shaking as I tried to close my legs, but his thighs kept me trapped in place. Blake’s tongue suddenly ran up the middle of me and I shuddered full bodily, crying out so my voice echoed off of the high roof.
“Fuck,” Kyan growled, his cock throbbing beneath me as my ass ground against him.
Blake’s mouth closed over my clit the same time Kyan started pushing his fingers into me harder and faster. I was already so close to losing my mind. Blake’s tongue circled and flicked until I was practically blacking out, my widened legs
