Page 52 of Reconciling the Consequences

Her mouth dropped open in shock. She couldn’t answer that, didn’t even knowhowto answer that. They made punishment sound so delicious. Would it really even be punishment if she enjoyed every moment of it?

Kevin’s wicked grin turned into a devious smirk. “Cat got your tongue, pretty girl?” His hand slid through the slick of Derrick’s cum and rubbed it down toward her ass. He circled it around her puckered hole and she groaned. Her nerve endings were on fire.

“Kevin,” she mumbled.

“Sir,” he corrected before landing a quick smack to her backside.

It took her a moment to register the sting from his quick love tap. Heat flared along her ass and in her belly. “I’ll behave, sir,” she answered.

“Good girl.” He chuckled deeply, his voice smooth like caramel. His breath was hot against her ear as his fingers resumed their circling of her hole. He dragged his fingers through Derrick’s cum again before he pressed inside.

A low moan escaped her lips, and she tilted her head back to rest against his shoulder. He sucked an open-mouthed kiss into her neck before he pushed her upper body back down on the table.

She barely got her arms up in time to prevent her aching nipples from hitting the table again.

While Kevin worked his fingers into her ass, his foot came between hers and kicked her legs further apart, widening her stance. “Arms behind your back, tramp,” Kevin ordered.

Her breath caught in her throat.What?Her mind raced as she thought about her poor tortured nipples. She wouldn’t be able to brace against the table.

His hand slid around her belly and found the chain connecting her nipples to her clit. There was a gentle tug that made her cry out. Her body instinctively followed the tugging down to the table to relieve the pressure.

She quickly complied with his order and put her arms behind her back.

“Like this,” he said before he quickly arranged her the way he wanted. He positioned her arms so she held the opposite elbow with each hand, as much as she could with a cast on her right wrist, at least. He added a second finger in her ass before she heard the telltale sound of a lube bottle lid popping open.

She committed to the position, letting her weight rest fully on the table, her nipples crushed against the cool wood. She turned her head to the side and rested it against the table. She watched Kevin move to the left while someone came up on his right.

“Do you know what Shibari is, my pretty little slut?” Johnny asked, his voice thick with desire.

She gasped and went preternaturally still as a smooth rope slid up her legs and over her backside.

“Words, Kara.” Johnny reminded her softly.

“Japanese rope bondage,” she replied, her voice breathy.

“That’s right. And your safe word?” Johnny asked again.

She loved that he checked in with her throughout the scene. Loved that with each new element he added he made sure she was still on board with it. “I’m green, my love. So green,” she replied, a broad smile on her face.

Johnny leaned over her and pressed a kiss to her lips. “We’re going to blindfold you and tie you up. We’re going to use you in every single hole you have and leave you filthy like the dirty little slut you are. The world will know you belong to us.”

Her heart raced with every single word Johnny’s deep, gravelly voice spoke and the way he growled them at her while he roughly squeezed her jaw. Butterflies danced in her belly.

She’d never in a million years let a man speak to her the way she allowed her three men to. She didn’t even allow them to speak to her that way outside of a scene, but she couldn’t deny how much she loved these scenes. She loved how much it turned her on when they called herslut, when they used her body like the whore she was.

Oddly, the word didn’t bother her in her head.

Derrick walked toward her, fully dressed, dangling a blindfold from his fingers.

Johnny’s hands were gentle on her arms as he wound the rope around her limbs, being extra careful not to squeeze her arms together too tightly due to the hard cast.

Kevin resumed stretching her ass open, his fingers sliding inside her again.

Derrick smirked down at her before he slid the red velvet blindfold over her head. The fabric was soft against her face, but the thick material made it so zero light penetrated beneath it.

She gasped. Her heart raced. Her senses came alive, sensations magnified.

Johnny stopped moving behind her, his ropework complete. She could feel it wrapped around her wrists and forearms, snaking around her upper arms and biceps before crisscrossing over her bare back. She tried to move, fidgeted.

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