Page 50 of Reconciling the Consequences

“Oh fuck, yessss.” Someone gasped in awe. She didn’t know who, didn’t care. She was lost in the waves of pleasure as her orgasm continued to shake her body. She felt like she was floating above the table. Her eyelids were heavy, as were her limbs. Her whole body tingled; she was hot and feverish.

She must have passed out, because when she came to, she was groggy and confused. Something smelled delicious, though.Dinner. Someone shifted her, and she felt a cock slide in her pussy, thrusting slowly. Hands wandered her bare skin, skimming over her belly and breasts. Her clit and nipples were aching, almost burning with the pain she felt in her most sensitive places.

She slowly opened her eyes and realized she was sitting in the kitchen, at the table in the breakfast nook. She was sitting on Derrick’s lap, by the looks of it, and Kevin and Johnny were across the table from her. She was leaned back against Derrick’s shirt-clad chest, her head tilted back on his shoulder.

She gasped as she realized what was happening.

He’s fucking me while they’re eating dinner.

Steaming plates of pot roast and roasted veggies were set before them. Kara moaned softly and turned her head into the crook of Derrick’s neck. His beard brushed her face, and she buried her face in further.

“Rise and shine, baby girl.” Derrick chuckled as his hands squeezed her hips and pulled her down further on his cock.

She gasped as her over sensitized and swollen pussy slid further down his rock-hard cock. “Derrick.” She moaned, trying to swivel her hips only to realize there was still a clamp on her clit. The chain slid over her belly and hung from her nipples, where the clamps were also still firmly in place.

Her pussy clenched down on Derrick’s cock as she realized what had happened after she’d passed out—how they were using her body. She moaned and tried to swivel her hips again.

Derrick landed a soft smack to her outer thigh. “Uh-uh, baby girl.” He grumbled in her ear. “You’ll sit still and warm my cock while I eat dinner. You won’t move and you won’t come,” Derrick instructed, his voice deep in her ear.

She gasped again.

Her eyes landed on Johnny and Kevin; both men were watching her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world and they’d never see her again.

“What do you say, slut?” Kevin asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, her voice hoarse and low. She cleared her throat, feeling extremely parched.

“Drink,” Derrick commanded, pressing a cool glass of water into her hand.

Her hand was surprisingly steady as she lifted the glass to her lips and took a deep gulp. It felt like heaven on her scorched throat.

“Easy,” Johnny murmured, his blue eyes blazing.

Kara lowered the glass to the table and sighed. “Am I allowed to eat?” she asked softly.

“Absolutely,” Derrick replied, handing her a second fork. “Dig in.” He motioned to the heaping pile of food stacked on his plate, clearly enough for the two of them to share.

She smiled and loaded her fork… only to quickly realized how hard it was to lean forward and eat over the plate while she was impaled on Derrick’s cock. His hand gripped her hip as he thrust forward, spearing her further.

She moaned around a forkful of food.

Kevin and Johnny were watching her with devilish grins on their faces.

They were all evil, sadistic bastards, each and every one of them. She would hate them if she didn’t love them all so much.

Dinner continued on at a torturous pace. She ate slowly, and Derrick fucked her slowly, with punching thrusts that stole her breath away.

“Eat your food, slut,” Johnny ordered when she stopped chewing the meat in her mouth.

She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes until she had to open them to meet Johnny’s gaze across the table. The smirk on his devilishly handsome face was sinful. His blue eyes were dark with desire, and there was not a hint of wiggle room or slack in those beautiful blue eyes.

She was condemned to her fate.

She quickly swallowed her food and then took a drink of water. She would have to eat quickly or she would never survive the meal.

When dinner was finally finished and the table was clear of dishes, Derrick stood up, with her still impaled on his cock, and bent her over the kitchen table. She had to brace her arms on the table so her clamped nipples wouldn’t brush the surface.

“Better hold on, my lovely little tramp. You’re in for a wild ride.” Derrick growled into her ear before he snapped his hips against hers.

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