Page 134 of Please Hate Me

“Be rough with her,” Sophia coached. “Lucian has a soft spot for Mason—always has.”

I cast her a narrow glare before she tightened her grip, forcing me to squirm and buck into the toy. The heat of embarrassment mingled with my arousal, and I began dreaming up ways to get my revenge on Sophia.

Cameron’s smile was soft as he leaned into her Mason’s. I heard the low rumble of his drawl but failed to make out any words. Mason nodded, and Cameron rolled her over, tits to thefloor, ass in the air. Mason locked eyes with me as Cameron adjusted the lights. I wondered how they felt against her skin. Were they too hot? Too tight? I couldn’t determine anything from her shadowy expression.

Cameron slid his hands up her thighs—God, she looked so tiny in his grasp. He pulled the lingerie up, leaving Mason’s ass on full display. Slowly, he rubbed his thumb across her cheeks, almost like he was trying to find the perfect spot for his hand. Mason’s eyes squeezed shut as Cameron drew back.

The whip-crack sound of Cameron’s palm hitting Mason’s ass, mixed with her yelp of pained pleasure, caused my heart to lurch.

“Fuck,” I groaned through my teeth.

“Awe, are you enjoying the only action you’re getting tonight?” Sophia challenged, slowing the rhythm of her stroke.

“Your punishment is shit. Smack my ass or let me dom,” I rasped.

In the faint white glow, I could barely make out the raised crimson outline of Cameron’s hand on Mason’s ass. I was sure Cameron would feel bad about it once the heat of the moment wore off. But, for now, he sunk his fingers into her hips, the soft flesh bulging against him as he slowly pressed into her again. Mason groaned as she diligently took every inch of him, and the coil of arousal that had been tightening in my stomach snapped. A burst of hot cum exited me, pouring directly out of the back hole in the pocket pussy. Most of it caught on Sophia’s hand, and I figured that would be the end—Sophiahatedbeing covered in semen. But her grip tightened, and she continued to stroke. I whined as heat once again pooled in my abdomen. I wasn’t hard yet, but she was certainly working toward that.

“Oh, you thought we were stopping?” She let out a dark chuckle. “No, dog, you’re not done. You’re going to cum untilthere’s not a single drop left in your body. Maybe then you’ll understand that I’m serious about punishing you.”

I wriggled in the chair, trying to give myself a moment to catch my breath. But Sophia knew me too well. Every move I made, she was ahead of.

Maybe Sophiaisn’ta shitty dom.

My heart lurched as Cameron reached forward, his large hand engulfing Mason’s throat. My pulse roared in my ears.

“Don’t choke her!” I blurted.

The movement in the room came to a standstill, all eyes falling on me.

“She’s pregnant.” I took the opportunity to catch my breath. “It’s bad for the baby.”

Cameron and Sophia exchanged a look.

“Rip Mason’s panties and throw them to me,” Sophia commanded.

Cam didn’t hesitate, tearing through the silk like it was wet tissue paper. Sophia caught the fabric with the same ease as the pocket pussy before slipping out of her chair and kneeling in front of me.

“Open that smart mouth of yours,” she ordered.

I sealed my lips tight and shook my head. Sophia’s expression hardened into a look ofSeriously? With a deep, almost sarcastic sigh, she cupped my cheeks, squeezing them until I had no choice but to part my lips. She took that opportunity to slam the silk into my mouth. This shouldn’t have been a pleasant experience, but... they tasted like Mason. I groaned against the fabric as the heat in my cock finally ignited into the fire Sophia was after.

She started to stroke me again, and Cameron and Mason resumed their part of my punishment. God, I loved the faces she made when taking him. When she was really enjoying it, her eyes would cross slightly.

“Oh, God,” she whined.

“Sweetpea, don’t talk about him,” Cameron commanded. “The only name on your lips should be mine.”

This vicious torment continued for what felt like hours. I’d cum, each time with less to show for it, and Cameron would ravage Mason. He went down on her, fucked her mouth, treated her like nothing more than a sex toy, and she was fuckinglivingfor it. By the time Sophia was finished, my dick was raw from stimulation, and my abdomen hurt from the ridiculous amount of orgasms she’d forced me to endure.

When the overhead light finally flicked back on, Mason lay on the floor, heavily breathing, hiding her face as she came down from the high that only rough sex could provide. I wasn’t much better—I was so caked in sweat that Cameron was able to slip my wrists out of the ropes without even untying them.

Sophia looked back at me as she slowly untangled Mason.

“You’re in charge of her aftercare.”

My knees were so shaky that I wasn’t sure I could stand, let alone walk.

“Heraftercare? What aboutme?”

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