Page 49 of Reconciling the Consequences

“You were a bad little slut while you were away.” Johnny spoke, his voice low.

Her mouth dropped open in shock. She had left to find out more on the case. His father’s case.

“You broke one of your own rules.” Derrick growled in her ear, his fingers still pumping in and out of her soaked core.

“What?” she mumbled. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Her mouth was parted as she panted. Her nipples were on fire already. Her pussy throbbed, and despite Derrick’s ministrations, she was still too far away from tipping over the brink.

“You didn’t keep us updated while you were away,” Johnny added, his voice deep and serious.

“I called you guys when we were headed to Jack’s.” She gasped, trying to twist between them. They each still held one of her arms. “You both were OK with it.” She tried to reason.

“You did call,” Johnny nodded, “but did you think to tell us you were spending the night?”

Kara gasped as realization dawned on her. She had fallen asleep and didn’t even text the group chat. She hadn’t even thought of it this morning when she woke up. Granted, she assumed Kevin had told them, but she should have asked him about it. She hadn’t considered keeping them updated.

She would have been pissed had they not at least texted her after everything they had been through, everything they still had going on. Radio silence wasnotsafe. “Johnny, Derrick, I’m so sorry. I thought—”

Johnny tsked and shook his head.

Derrick withdrew his fingers from her pussy.

She whined.

“Our little slut is going to learn a lesson tonight,” Johnny said roughly and opened his hand, revealing a third clamp.

It took her a moment to realize what she was seeing. A third clamp that was attached to the chain between her breasts. It dangled down from her nipples toward her… Her eyes widened in shock as her mouth dropped open. “No,” she snapped.

“No?” Johnny growled. “You don’t tell me no,slut.” He grabbed her hips and hauled her up, letting go of her hand.

She fought against him, kicking out. “NO!” she shouted.

“Safe word or bust,” Derrick said in her ear behind her. His hand released her arm and fisted in her hair. He wrenched her head to the side so he could see her face. The concern in his green eyes warmed her heart, but she wasn’t in the mood for gentle.

“No.” She growled again and kicked at Johnny.

The smack to her inner thigh had her shouting out as Derrick slapped her ass at the same time. “Fucking brat.” One of them growled.

Her surprise at the dual smacks gave them the brief respite they needed to get her back under control. Derrick wrapped his hand around her throat, and she could feel her own juices coating his fingers as he gripped her neck. His other hand was still in her hair.

Derrick had her neck and head thoroughly immobilized.

Together, Johnny and Derrick maneuvered her to the table and roughly slammed her on top of all her papers. Johnny pried her legs open and stepped between them before she could close them. All the writhing and jostling only added to the orgasm rising within her. She panted as much as she could with Derrick’s heavy grip on her throat.

She squeezed her eyes shut and cried out, arching her back as the clamp closed down on her swollen clit. “Fuck!” She swore, her voice hoarse.

Johnny didn’t give her any reprieve either. He shoved two fingers into her pussy immediately, and she gasped. He pumped her hard, each thrust of his fingers jostling her whole body. Her tits bounced, making the clamps swing and pull on her tortured nipples.

“Goddamn, she’s a dirty slut,” she heard Kevin say. He sounded so far away. Sounds were muffled. All she could hear was the roaring in her ears and her labored breathing.

“Fucking tramp is what she is.” Derrick growled before his mouth descended on the top of her breast and he sucked and bit her skin just above her nipple.

Johnny curled his fingers inside her cunt as he added a third digit. He rubbed the pads of his fingers into that spongy spot behind her clit. He stroked and circled and pressed into her G-spot until she was arching her back off the table, trying to escape his torture.

Tears ran down the sides of her face as she started to sob.

A hand came down hard on her belly and pushed her down onto the table. Fully immobilized, it was the last straw.

The orgasm that ripped out of her body had her vision turning white behind her eyelids as stars exploded. She screamed as her body shook and she creamed all over herself and the table.

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