Page 130 of Knot Playing Fair 2

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Byron’s voice barely made it past the buzzing in my ears. “No one’s allowed to touch his cock tonight. He’ll come from having his prostate plowed, or not at all.”

The fingers inside me scissored, and a whimper escaped past my control.

The desk chair in front of me rolled out of the way, and Mia was standing there. A candy-cane colored dildo jutted out at me, right in my sight line. I craned up to look at her looming over me like a goddess, watching my humiliation unfold.

“Poor Nat,” she crooned, her fingers running through my hair in a soothing rhythm.

My eyes squeezed shut, moisture trickling from the edges as I rooted forward blindly, until my lips brushed the tip of the fake cock. I heard Mia’s sharp intake of breath. After a moment of hesitation, she fed the tip into my mouth. I groaned as more and more of it slid past my lips, stretching them wide.

I wasn’t supposed to want things like this. But... maybe it was okay, because Mia wanted them, too?

“Fuck,” Luca groaned, pulling his fingers free. Something blunt and warm replaced them, pulling a high-pitched noise from my throat. “Sohot.”

“Baby’s first spit-roasting,” Byron agreed smugly, from somewhere behind us.

Then Luca pressed his dick into my body, pushing past my resistance without mercy. At the same time, Mia pressed the dildo so deep it choked me—

And I was lost.

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Mia

DEARGOD. I WAS pretty sure I shouldn’t be getting off on this as much as I was. Nat was literally crying, and I didn’t think it was only because of the way he kept wriggling forward to choke himself on my strap-on every time I tried to ease back and give him a break.

No one was even touching me; not really. My only point of contact with another person was my hand tangled in Nat’s thick, dark hair. I didn’t even have the strap-on’s second dildo inside me. And yet, I was pumping out slick like a waterfall.

Luca, who appeared to be enjoying himselfwaytoo much, made a humming noise and changed his angle. Nat jolted as though he’d been electrocuted and let out a muffled, strangled noise around the fake cock in his mouth.

“Mmm, found it,” Luca said, and started pounding into Nat’s ass in earnest.

Tears streamed down Nat’s cheeks as he whined and jerked beneath the assault. I wondered what he was working through in the privacy of his own thoughts and emotions. He’d been messed upso badlyby the very people who were supposed to have supported him. Maybe, if I’d understood exactlyhowbadly they’d messed him up, I might’ve done a better job of keeping our marriage from going off the rails.

But that trail of thought led to a dead end. I couldn’t imagine a world where I’d never met the others... where we hadn’t somehow ended up together in this room tonight.

An idea popped into my head, bringing with it another little burst of heat in my belly. If I hadn’t downed three drinks in the last three hours, I probably wouldn’t have had the courage to say it aloud. But...

“Nat, honey, do you want Luca to spank you while he fucks you?” My voice sounded sweet and heavy like molasses. I barely recognized it.

That had gotten Luca’s attention, at least. He slowed the sharp snap of his hips to a lazy roll.

“Oh, I like the sound of that,” he said, sounding a bit breathless. “Do you deserve to be spanked, Nat?”

Nat had gone absolutely still, the tip of the dildo still resting on his tongue. After an endless moment, he gave a small nod around his mouthful, not opening his tightly closed eyes.

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