Page 138 of Their Blood Rite

Air! I need air!

‘She can’t breathe, Shaw,’ Archie says, kneeling beside me.

When Dorian goes to come towards me, Shaw holds up his hand to stop him.

‘Actually, Cole,’ Shaw says calmly, even as I struggle before him. ‘Your wording wasn’t quite as precise as it should have been when you commanded her. You said she couldn’t breathe until she had a dick in her mouth.’ Shaw undoes his flies and pulls out his cock, stroking it slowly as it grows in his palm. ‘You should have specified whose.’ Shaw leans forward and takes the silver chain's end around my neck. As he sits back, it grows longer. Then he tugs. ‘Come, Pixie. You know what to do.’

I can’t stand, so I crawl, my eyes on him and no one else. I reach him and rest my hands on his knees. His fingers knot in my hair, and I open wide as he guides me down.

‘Ahhhh. Yes. That’s good, Pixie. That’s real fucking good.’ He collects my hair atop my head and moves my head.

Air. Sweet air fills my lungs. I can breathe again.

I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft and look at Cole. Such rage and pain fill his eyes, seeing me on my knees for his enemy.

So I take Shaw deep into my throat. I want Cole to watch. I want him to see how much I enjoy his enemy.

‘Stop,’ Cole snarls, trying to move from the chair. ‘STOP!’

This just makes Shaw laugh.

‘And see her suffocate?’ Shaw mocks. ‘Oh, I think not. Do you want to stop, Pixie?’ He pulls at my hair and lifts my head.

‘No,’ I reply, side-glancing at Cole. The prick. ‘No, My Lord. I don’t want to stop.’

He thrusts me down again, and I make sure to moan around him.

‘Don’t be shy, boys,’ Shaw breathes, relishing as I work him. ‘She has another hole you can play with. It seems a waste leaving it unattended.’

My skirt is lifted, and Archie slides his fingers slowly inside me.

It’s hard to focus on my mouth when he’s doing such beautiful things between my legs.

It doesn’t take long before I’m ready, and he eases into me with a lustful moan. Shaw takes my face in his hands.

‘You look incredible,’ he whispers close to my ear. I pant as Archie withdraws and slams into me. ‘Watching you getting fucked is a thing of beauty.’

‘My mouth,’ I pant, feeling the effect of the compulsion start to rise. ‘Please.’

‘Begging only makes this hotter, Pixie.’

‘Please. Please…’

Proudly, he obliges, guiding me back down onto him. From behind, Archie’s thrusts force Ronan’s length deeper down my throat. His hips grind in time with Archie’s thrusts, and I gag as he forces himself down my throat.

Mixed with our heavy panting are Cole’s furious breaths and grunts.

‘You allow your men to touch her?’ he spits viciously. ‘I demand you stop!’

Shaw laughs.

‘How many strikes does she need?’ Archie asks, still rutting into me. ‘Ten, was it?’ He slaps my backside and speeds up. ‘One.’Slap.‘Two.’

When Cole tries to look away, Dorian grips the doll, and Cole’s head snaps towards us.

‘You don’t get to look away,’ Dorian states. ‘No. You have to watch every single second.’

Archie continues delivering the blows, and when Shaw lifts me by my hair, I see Dorian standing beside him, his cock out and ready. He waits and doesn’t take a step towards me. Not even when Shaw slides his fingers in my mouth to open it wider.

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