Page 39 of The Perfect Escape

“Yes, Sir,” I squeaked.

I knelt down next to Hawk as he lowered his mouth to the floor and the cum there. I held up the paddle, hesitating for a moment.

“Do it, Rosie,” he growled.

I sucked in a breath and then brought the paddle down on his ass. He grunted as he parted his lips, his tongue lapping up the mess Greg made on the floor. Greg sat back with wide eyes as he watched Hawk, his cheeks flushed.

I was flushed too. I spanked Hawk again, this time harder. Going back and forth between each cheek and building up the strength of each impact. Hawk groaned, his hips rocking as he licked up every drop of Greg’s cum.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

This wassohot.

Hawk licked up the last few drops and groaned, his chest sinking against the floor as he pushed his ass up. My jaw dropped as I realized he was sliding into a submissive space.

The door to the room opened, but Hawk didn’t look up. He was too blissed out. I kept spanking him, even as Ashton approached our group.

“Good boy,” Ash praised as he stepped up behind me. “Look at him. Our tough lumberjack on his knees being spanked. He looks so fucking good, doesn’t he?”

“Yes,” Greg whimpered.

“He does,” I rasped.

Ash leaned over me, taking my wrist firmly and stopping me before I spanked him again. I whimpered, my head spinning as I leaned back against his body, the warmth of him heating every part of me.

“Did I do well?” I whispered.

“You did,” Ash said. “Greg, I don’t think you’ve given Rosie the proper thanks for saving you.”

“How should I thank her, Sir?” he asked.

“You can start by worshipping her pussy while I fuck Hawk,” Ash said. “Get on your back, Rosie. You can lay next to Hawk.”

I dropped the paddle and rolled onto my back. Hawk raised up slightly and dragged me towards him, his mouth hovering over mine as Greg knelt between my thighs and Ash got behind him. I heard the sound of lube and a condom and whimpered as Greg’s tongue circled my clit.

“Fuck,” I rasped.

Hawk moaned in response. One of his hands cupped my breast, the other bracing against the floor and holding his weight.

“Fuck,” he whimpered, his lips meeting mine right as Ash thrust into him.

Greg’s tongue was magic. I gasped as he kept lapping at me, working two fingers inside my pussy and thrusting them in and out to the same rhythm as Ash was fucking Hawk.

It was fast. Fast and brutal and everything the four of us needed. All of the torturous edging and being trapped and fighting the clock to escape this place came roaring back.

“One minute,” Ash huffed. “One minute to make her come, Greg. One minute for Hawk to come. And one for me, too.”

One minute. The pressure was on.

Greg put all his power into worshipping my pussy. Every lick was full of gratitude, and I felt that in every nerve ending of my body.

“Oh fuck,” Hawk moaned.

I moaned in response, only for it to get lost in another kiss. Our tongues danced as our partners pleasured us. Ash’s groans became more hurried.

I was right on the edge again.

So fucking close.

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