Page 14 of The Possession

It was about him.Them. I was just a toy to be used, to be fucked however they liked while my Master watched.

“Put your arms behind your back and grab your elbows,” Master Declan demanded.

I did as he required, my forearms creating a solid line against the middle of my back. Silk touched my skin, the fabric wrapping around my arms to form a knot at the center of my spine.

His tie, I realized. He must have picked it up from the ground.

“It’s like you just crafted a gift before my eyes,” Master Ian murmured, his focus on my chest. He released my hips to grasp my breasts greedily with his palms, giving them a squeeze as he thrust upward into me again.

I moaned in reply, arching into his touch.

Master Declan pulled on the binding behind me, ensuring I was secure, then his hands fell to my ass to spread my cheeks for him. “You sure she’s prepared?”

“Yes,” Master Ian said, his forefinger and thumb twisting one of my nipples in a harsh pinch that made me gasp in response.Too much, I wanted to say but knew better than to intervene.

“Looks like it’ll be a tight fit,” Master Declan said, his arousal prodding my back hole and confirming his statement. I nearly flinched, his head far too large for me to take.

This is going to hurt.

“That’s the way you like it,” Master Ian drawled back to him. “Now quit stalling and get in here.”

Master Declan chuckled against my back, his grip shifting to my hips. “All right.” He thrust forward, causing me to cry outboth from the shock of his intrusion and the force with which he moved.

My insides rebelled, my ass clenching down around him in a furious fist, forcing him to growl in my ear. “Relax.”

The air stalled in my lungs, my body unable to comply.

It was too much.

It hurttoo much.

They were too big. I was too full. This wasn’t going to work. They were going to rip me in half!

“Calm down,” a deep voice said against my ear. “Breathe, Savannah.”

I trembled, tears rolling down my cheeks. Only then did I realize I’d screamed, the agony shredding through me and causing me to react without thought.

But the hands on me now were gentler.

Master Declan’s palm was against my abdomen, his opposite hand a brand on my hip.

Master Ian’s fingers were stroking my breasts, coaxing my nipples into hard peaks that begged for his attention.

And Master Luka stood at the edge of the bed, his presence a blanket of security for my senses, telling me without touching me that he was here, that he would intervene if needed.

“Play with her clit,” he said, taking control once more.

Master Declan’s palm shifted downward, his thumb stroking the pleasurable part of me that I could never deny.

I’d already come once, but my body was primed and ready for another orgasm, even with the fullness inside me below.

“That’s it,” Master Luka murmured. “Give in to their touch, Savannah. Let them fuck you.”

I shuddered, his voice oozing sensuality and promise. I nearly reached for him, wanting to pull him onto the bed to join us, but Master Declan gave a prodding movement against my backside that distracted me from following through with the notion.

He’d surged into me, his cock seated fully in my ass, stirring a burning sensation inside me—one that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

Pain was an addiction.

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