Page 48 of Reconciling the Consequences

Johnny’s hands immediately cupped her breasts as he stepped into her body and pushed her back against Derrick’s solid mass.

“Ohhh.” She groaned, realizing what was happening as Johnny smirked down at her and squeezed her breasts tightly as he kneaded them like dough.

Her mouth dropped open in a low groan, and he didn’t waste any time, claiming her mouth with his own. His tongue slid against hers, toying with her, thrusting into her. Her eyes closed as she slid her hands up his chest and around his neck, being careful with her cast.

Derrick’s hands smoothed down her stomach and quickly undid the button of her jean shorts, the same ones she had worn to Jack’s house the day before. She hadn’t bothered to change when she’d gotten home. She’d been too busy getting to work.

“No fucking panties.” Derrick growled against her ear when he found nothing but bare skin beneath the denim.

“Kev stole ’em.” She panted, breaking apart from Johnny, breathless.

“Such a dirty slut.” Johnny growled before his teeth bit down on the side of her neck.

She cried out, throwing her head back against Derrick’s chest.

“I say she should never be allowed panties again.” Derrick growled too before he spanked her ass roughly.

She whimpered and writhed between them. They were both pressed so tightly against her she could barely move. She didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Derrick pulled her tank top over her head while Johnny slid his hands around her back and quickly undid her bra. He pulled it from her body in a quick yank that left her panting.

“Such a wanton little thing,” Johnny grumbled, his voice deep.

Kara moaned and reached for him, needing more.

He resisted her, though, when she tried to pull him back down to her mouth.

“Johnnyyy.” She whined, digging her nails into his shoulders.

He chuckled deeply, his blue eyes blazing with lust and something darker,somethingsinister. “Oh no, my wanton little slut,” he crooned, wrapping his hand around her throat. He applied enough pressure to make her swallow thickly. “You will be playing bymy rulestonight.”

Her heart rate sped up. There was a dangerous air behind that sinister smirk he now sported. She nodded mutely, her head barely able to move while he squeezed her throat.

“What do you say, slut?” Johnny demanded, his eyes darkening.

“Yes, sir,” she answered immediately.

“Good girl.” His hand squeezed a little tighter around her throat.

She gasped out a breath as Derrick slid his fingers through her folds from behind. Two fingers shoved into her pussy, and she moaned softly. She loved when they took charge of her like this, loved when she was able to shut off her lawyer brain, all the overthinking she constantly did, and let them guide her to orgasm.

“What are your safe words, Kara?” Johnny asked, his hand still tight around her neck.

“Red for stop, yellow to slow down, and green for good,” she said, her voice raspy.

“Where are you now?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Green, sir. So greeeeen.” She keened as Derrick twisted his fingers and added a third digit inside her.

Derrick chuckled softly in her ear before his lips sucked her earlobe between his teeth.

Kara’s eyes fell closed as she lost herself in the sensation of Derrick’s fingers working her core. She barely paid attention to Johnny as he shifted against her until there was a bite of pain on her nipple. Her eyes flew open, and she cried out. She tried to grab for it before she realized what was happening.

Johnny and Derrick were quicker than her, though. Johnny grabbed her left hand while Derrick grabbed her right arm above the cast so as not to hurt her. Johnny let go of her neck, and she took a deep gulping breath as she looked down at her breast. There was a rubber tipped clamp tightened on her nipple, and Johnny wasted little time attaching a second nipple clamp to her other breast.

Kara looked down at herself in shock. There were alligator nipple clamps attached to each tit, with black rubber protective pieces softening the blow to her skin, but the pressure was still tight and pinching. There was a silver chain that connected the two clamps and led down to a chain dangling from Johnny’s fist, and she couldn’t see what was in his hand. “Safe word,” Derrick demanded against her neck.

“Green.” She moaned, leaning her weight back against him. She tilted her head up to meet Johnny’s penetrating stare.

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