“Let’s take her higher, Oz.”
She jolted as the falls from Sawyer’s flogger hit her breast, the jostling causing the clamp to tighten.
Sadist.
The next blow landed on the back of her thigh, the sting of it spreading straight to her pussy.
How the hell had Sawyer hit her there?
Her confusion lasted only a few seconds as she realized Oz also had a flogger.
They were tag teaming her.
The dual floggers rained stinging kisses upon her body, sweeping her consciousness away as she closed her eyes and succumbed to the painful paradise. She’d never cared much for the thudding floggers, with their impact more like a massage. She preferred the kind that stung and made her feel alive. Her skin felt as though she’d fallen asleep in the sun and had gotten a wicked sunburn. Her breasts ached. Her pussy throbbed.
And if someone didn’t fuck her soon, she was going to scream.
The flogging stopped. Hands, cool and rough, caressed her blazing skin. So many hands. Squeezing. Pinching. Slapping. Up her thighs. Over her ass. Down her spine. Across her belly. Everywhere but where she needed them most.
She bowed her head, too into the sensations to care whose touch was where. It didn’t matter anyway. They all belonged to Sawyer.
Agony, strong and swift, shot through her nipples as both the clamps were removed at once, allowing the blood to rush back into the pulsating buds. The pain hurtled her toward climax, and when two sets of lips descended onto her nipples, sucking them into hot mouths, she blasted apart, her pussy clenching and releasing over and over in pleasurable contractions.
A tongue slithered up her slit, lapping at her come. Another mouth nipped at her ass and then soothed with wicked licks. The cheeks were spread apart, and the tongue touched her there, the dark and forbidden spot that begged for more than a tongue. The mouth on her pussy moved higher, the coolness of a metal piercing joining the warm tongue in lavishing attention on her clitoris. She was sensitive from her recent orgasm, and the contact was too much for her to process. She tried to move away from it, but she was held hostage by rope and hands and mouths.
“Tastes good after she comes, doesn’t she?” Sawyer asked, releasing one of her nipples to speak.
Approval in the form of a hum came from the one between her thighs, the vibration of it adding to the intense pleasure. She hurdled toward another climax, her legs shaking out of control, but before she could fall over the cliff, the men stopped, their hands and tongues disappearing from her body.
“No,” she whined, pulling at the ropes to free her hands so she could force them to finish the job. When she opened her eyes, her gaze fell on Sawyer’s beautiful face and the desire etched all over it.
He’d pleasured her with pain. Awarded her with an orgasm. And now it was time for her to return the favor.
The ropes were released from her wrists and ankles.
“We’re not here for your enjoyment,” he said, the lie almost sounding convincing. “It’s time to put you and that pretty little mouth of yours to work.” He pushed on the top of her head. “Get on your knees.”
From the floor, she looked up at him expectantly. While she obviously loved the beating and the orgasm, she lived to serve him, the fulfillment it brought her more intoxicating than drinking a bottle of wine.
Belts unbuckled and fell onto the carpet. Pants were dropped, baring four men from the waist down. Sawyer and Hunter moved to stand in front of her, each with their legs slightly spread. Two thick cocks, one with a metal ball pierced through it, jutted out as if begging for her touch. Her hands itched to do just that, but she controlled her impulse, awaiting her Master’s instructions.
She didn’t have to wait long.
Sawyer kneeled beside her and pushed her toward Hunter’s cock. “Open your mouth wide and take him in.”
Her mouth opened as if she had no say in it. Which, short of using her safe word, she didn’t.
Sawyer didn’t give her a second to get acclimated. Just forced her down the length of Hunter’s cock until she took every inch of him inside. His hairs tickled her nose. She swore she could feel the piercing against the soft tissue of her throat, but just as she got used to him, Sawyer tugged her back by her hair. He pushed and tugged, pushed and tugged, controlling the blow job she was giving his friend.
Then Sawyer ripped her away from Hunter, and another cock entered her mouth, this one longer. She wasn’t sure who it belonged to, and she didn’t care. She became a vessel for the men’s pleasure, the gift her Master bestowed upon his friends.
Closing her eyes again, she sunk into the rhythm that Sawyer played with her, letting him use her mouth to please his friends as they each took turns inside her mouth.