Page 60 of Brutal Queen

Sinclair pushes me forward onto my hands and knees on the bed, and without warning, starts peppering sharp smacks over my ass. Never hitting the same spot twice, he ensures that each one is allowed to fully develop from sudden pain to throbbing heat that grows into a delicious burn before retreating to a subtle tingle.

“You will not mention his name when you’re naked and at our mercy. You are ours,” Sin growls before stopping hisassault of my undoubtedly flaming red ass to rub his hand across it. “Whether it’s with my hand imprinted on your ass, or the amount of cum we’re about to flood you with, be in no doubt that we’ve staked our claim and you’re no one else's but ours.”

Growly, possessive Sin is my favourite Sin. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he praises and adds one final tap that catches my clit and has me writhing in pleasure. Arms snake around my wrists and pull me towards Benny, who overpowers me with a fierce kiss. Biting on my bottom lip, he forces a cry from my mouth that allows his tongue entry to battle against mine.

Straddling his lean hips, I rock my pelvis, allowing his hard length to glide along my seam and tease the head of his cock with my arousal. Notching him at my entrance one moment, before sliding it to my clit and taking my own pleasure.

Another series of smacks reign down hard on my ass and I know I’m in trouble even before Sinclair opens his mouth.

“Who’s in charge here?”

I hesitate for a moment too long and this time, the other cheek receives the same treatment.

“Who. Is. In. Charge?” Sin’s voice has devolved into a feral, guttural rasp I almost don’t recognise. My pussy is quivering and all I want to do is rub my legs together to achieve any sort of release. That’s when I look up and see Benny’s expression. I’m not the only one affected by a dominant Sinclair. Benny’s pupils are blown, and he’s biting down hard on his bottom lip.

I giggle when we reply to him at the same time. “You are, sir.”

If Benny’s submission throws him, Sinclair doesn’t show it.

Nico lowers himself beside Benny, legs spread and lazily drops his hand to his dick, jerking himself off, squeezing and stroking in a slow rhythm. It’s almost hypnotic. He cups his crown on the way up, palming the drops of pre-cum that wellin his slit before dragging them back down his shaft, coating his cock and his piercings as he goes. I can’t help but lick my lips.

I feel myself drifting into a headspace I can’t always achieve. The anticipation of what’s to come building to an ever intensifying thrum that flows through me on a continuous loop. This is the part of subspace I love the most. Right now, I feel like I’m wrapped in a bubble of pleasure, yet fully aware of every new sensation I’m gifted.

Sinclair’s hands seize my hips and pull me down roughly on Benny’s cock. The abruptness only adds to the pleasure when he bottoms out. Benny rolls his hips and I follow his lead, rocking against him, grinding my clit and loving every moment of it.

Sinclair moves behind me until his thighs meet mine and he pushes me forwards till I’m flat against Benny’s chest. I can’t resist peeking over my shoulder and I squeal with shock when I feel cool drops on my tight ring from the lubricant he’s drizzling over his fingers, which is overflowing onto me.

I’m panting and moaning even before the first finger breaches me. He takes his time to prepare me. First one, then two, and finally I cry out in ecstasy when he scissors them gently and Benny moans underneath me as Sin’s fingers glide along the thin wall between them, and rub against his cock in my cunt.

Sin’s fingers ease back, only to be replaced by the head of his cock breaching my tight ring of muscle. The stretch and fullness take me perilously close to the edge. I’m ready to shatter. My pussy clamps down hard around Benny as Sinclair seats himself fully inside me. I’ll never get over how much I enjoy this feeling of fullness.

“So fucking tight,” Benny groans.

“You wait till we train this perfect little pussy for both of us,” Sinclair says.

I can see the moment Benny’s mind short circuits. Sinclair’s words send him barrelling into his release and Sinclair moans as Benny’s cock swells against his.

“Don’t you dare fucking come, Benedict. I have not given you permission to fill that pussy yet,” Sinclair commands, his voice full of gravel and blatant ecstasy.

I look down at Benny and marvel and the sheer amount of effort it’s taking to stave off his orgasm. His back is arched and neck straining with focus and concentration. His mewling desperation is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. He’s nearly ruined. There’s a bit of me that wants to clench around him and push him over the edge. But every time I catch the rise and fall of Nico’s fist in my peripheral vision, it reminds me how much I want his cock in my mouth when they come.

Sinclair’s ragged breathing huffs behind me. “Fuck, that feels so good.” He rocks his hips against my ass and I start begging.

“I’m going to make him come if you carry on like that,” I whine. “I won’t be able to stop myself milking the cum from him.”

“I didn’t give you permission either, so you’re both just going to have to control yourself now, aren’t you,” he says, his voice heavy and sultry. Both Benny and I start begging when he rolls his hips again. Squeezing my eyes tight, I focus on the sensation of my pulse racing, breathing slowly until it starts to slow.

Sinclair winds my hair around his fist and draws me up into him. I arch my back, keeping Benny’s cock buried inside and trying not to react as his head threatens to brush against my G-spot.

“Which one of these little brat's throats are you going tofuck?” The question is filthy and so wholly unexpected from Sinclair that it sends an involuntary shiver running through me. Benny cries out in pleasure when my walls clench, but he seems to have control enough to keep his orgasm at bay.

I drag my nails across his abdomen, petting and praising him and loving the smile it brings to his face.

“Good boy,” Nico says, running a hand through Benny’s hair. “I think I’ll let you tongue fuck me while Sinclair fucks Aurora’s tight little throat onto my cock.” Nico props a pillow under Benny’s head before straddling his face. He’s facing me, the position placing his rock hard cock inches from my now salivating mouth.

Beneath me, Benny’s arms wrap around the top of Nico’s thighs and I watch as he buries his face between them as pure, unadulterated pleasure takes over Nico’s expression when Benny’s tongue starts exploring him. I’m going to have to ask them to educate me on the pleasures of rimming. From the look on Nico’s face, it’s a crying shame I’ve yet to experience it.

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