Page 8 of Binding Breanna

A deep rumble of excitement pushes from David's chest. “I want us to fill both her holes at the same time,” he says in a gruff whisper, and my bottom clenches.

I knew this might happen.

I knew these Alphas might want to take my anal virginity as well. I did everything I could to prepare myself for that possibility, but it’s still kind of scary. Will an Alpha’s cock even fit there? Will it hurt? Could I tear?

“Please,” I say again, but this time my voice is louder and high-pitched. “Don’t hurt me,” I gasp as David tugs at the strap across my middle.

“Move her to the chaise,” David says to the long-haired Alpha, ignoring my plea.

“Yes, sir.” The other Alpha reaches for my hands, quickly freeing me. “I want to see you take her ass.”

“Please, d-don’t hurt—” I yelp as I’m roughly lifted into David’s arms. I stare at his face, wishing he wasn’t wearing a mask. It’s a rough texture, similar to leather, and his eyes appear to be brown, but the red lighting makes it impossible to tell. He carries me toward a boarded-up window, where a weird chair sits. It’s long, more like a bed, but it’s curved like an S, with no hard edges. “Please, go slow,” I say as he sits down, forcing me onto his lap.

“Quiet,” the long-haired Alpha says firmly, moving to the foot of the squiggly chair. “And relax.” He uses his harsh Alpha tones. My abs instantly unclench, letting the knot in my belly unfurl. But while my body obeys, my mind is still spinning.

Will they even care if it hurts me?

Will they stop if I ask them to?

“Put your feet on my knees,” David commands as he forces my back to his firm chest. His skin is so soft and warm, and his scent is almost spicy. Like pink peppercorns and maybe even cinnamon. It’s a harsh aroma, and I’m not sure I like it. “Spread those legs wide so my Alpha can see that pretty virgin pussy.”

I don’t want to do what he asks, but my body trembles with the need to surrender and obey. Slowly, my knees rise, and I place my feet on the top of his thighs. David’s cock settles between my parted legs, resting against my slit. It’s so long—almost poking my belly button—it makes my palms sweat.

“That’s a good girl,” David hums, lifting the silk nightgown up and over my breasts. It makes me feel exposed, which isridiculous given what these Alphas have already seen. “Can you see her, Mitchum?”

Mitchum?The name doesn’t fit the younger Alpha at all. It’s too stuffy.

“Fuck, she’s gorgeous,” Mitchum grips his shaft, pumping up and down. He’s just as long as David and maybe a little thicker. This is going to hurt. “I need…” He stops stroking himself, glancing around the room. It looks like he’s searching for something.

“What’s wrong?” David asks when Mitchum rushes to the other side of the room. His big hands still palm at my chest, squeezing and plucking at my nipples. The sharp sensations have my body spun, and the need to orgasm again edges out my fear—but only slightly.

“I want to see this.” Mitchum grabs a tall lamp from the corner of the room. I take the chance to scan the rest of the room, noticing a wall covered with various objects. There are chains, whips, and dildos. There are a few items that I can only guess are sex toys. A particularly shiny object catches my eye, and I stare at it. It looks like a mask made out of straps of metal, but the part that covers your mouth seems to have metal teeth poking out of it.

What the fuck is that?

“Get that fat cock in her pussy,” Mitchum says, plugging in the lamp right at the foot of the chair. I squint as the bright yellow light fills the room, making it difficult for me to see. I pray my eyes will adjust quickly. “I want to see you pop that cherry before I fuck her too.”

“As you wish,” David says right in my ear. His breath is so hot against the back of my neck, making goosebumps flash up and down my arms. “Help me get it in,” he says to his mate—at least, I assume they’re mated. Maybe they’re just friends or casuallovers, but it doesn’t feel that way. They seem more connected than that.

“Tilt your hips upward.” Mitchum slaps the side of my thigh as he sits down at the foot of the chair. The urge to cry grips me, but I suck in a deep breath, determined to do this. After all, I literally signed up for this, and I’m getting paid very well for it.

David reaches over my stomach and between my legs. He grips his shaft, tapping it a few times against my overly sensitive clit. The sharp sensation makes my body jerk and my hands fly out, gripping David’s hips beneath me. I don’t want to touch him like this, but there’s nothing else to hold on to.

“That’s it.” Mitchum reaches out, pushing his hands under my bottom. He forces me upward until David’s cock is right at my entrance.

I close my eyes, pulling in a deep breath, but before I can completely fill my lungs, my body is shoved down, and I’m instantly impaled. “Gah!” I scream, my hands flying out. It stings then burns, sending a swift pain up my spine and down my legs. Tears fill my eyes and my chin quivers.

Mitchum chuckles as if pleased, and I force myself to look at him. His dark eyes flash as they bounce between the cock wedged inside me, and the tears slipping down my cheeks. “Does it hurt?” he asks as if he’s hopeful it does. Does he want me to be in pain?

Not sure what to say, I sniffle and the intensity in Mitchum’s expression seems to double.He definitely wants it to hurt. It doesn’t feel that bad, but it’s clear that’s what they want to hear. “Be honest, omega.” Mitchum leans in, his gaze settling on my mouth. “Does it hurt?”

David thrusts up, making me yelp as a fresh wave of pain stabs my sex.

“Yes,” I hiss, clenching my jaw as David thrusts again and again.

Mitchum’s smile grows and his hand moves to his cock. “Is he tearing you apart?” He pumps himself, squeezing the tip hard.

I suck a harsh breath in through my nose and grit my teeth, “Yes. Please,” I pitch my voice even higher, trying to sound distressed. “Take it out,” I pretend to whimper. “It hurts too much. It’s too big.”

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