Page 70 of Brandishing Beginnings

Marcos swirled his tongue around my clit again, pressing his fingers back into my g-spot, circling them as he applied pressure. It was like a fucking honing beacon to my orgasm, a damn button to press whenever they wanted to make me come.

And come, I fucking did.

Screaming a keening wail around Nico’s cock, I cried out as waves of pleasure rocked my body, making my shake and shiver.

“That’s two, darlin’.” Jason chuckled.

They were counting my damn orgasms?!My mind blanked out.Is that what they meant by five?

Marcos pulled his fingers out of my core, as Nico’s grip on my face tightened and he began thrusting harder into my throat, gagging and choking me.

I sputtered around his cock, spit dripping from my mouth.

Nico groaned deep in his chest as he only fucked my face harder, each thrust pushing my body backward, only for his handsto pull me forward again, a fucking pendulum for him to use. “God damn, your fucking mouth.” Nico grunted in time with his thrusts.

I was helpless to it all, as Nico pounded into my throat.

“So. Fucking. Good.” He moaned softly before his cum coated my tongue, he pulled out painting my face with his load. Thankfully the blindfold covered my eyes, because he made sure to get his cumeverywhere.

I swallowed what I could, but was left panting and painted, in the wake of his pleasure.

My guys didn’t give me a moment of reprieve, though. They immediately began unknotting the rope holding my ankles to my ass, only to reposition my legs, while massaging them and folding them under my body—pulling them straight, like I was trying to touch my toes.

I moaned softly, as my body was repositioned. I was pulled up, so I was sitting up with my back straight. My arms were untied from my torso, then pulled above my head and retied to the suspension ropes. “Such a good girl for us, Maya,” Marco murmured into my ear as his hands tied me where he wanted me.

My legs were pulled apart and a warm body stepped between them. The feeling of floating—because I actually was—was overwhelming. My head listed to the side before a calloused hand wrapped around my jaw and angled my face so he could capture my lips in a wetand slopping kiss.

Our tongues tangled together. I moaned into his mouth, still unsure of who was between my legs and kissing me.

“God damn,” Jason gasped, breaking the kiss. “You’re so fucking hot.” His voice was gravely, rough and gutted. It sent shivers down my spine.

I was already so fucking close, just the sound of his voice could put me on edge. I whimpered, needing more, needing to come again, but knowing better than to ask for it.

“Shh, darlin’,” Jason murmured. “I’ve got you.”

The warmth and the emotion he poured into that simple sentence made my heart clench in my chest, wrapping around it and squeezing. I had to push it to the back of my mind. I would re-exam those emotions later, when I wasn’t so keyed up.

Jason’s hands slid over my body to my breasts, where he roughly kneaded them, pushing them together and massaging them.

I moaned as tingles shot straight for my core, my pussy clenching.

Jason’s fingers left my breasts, instead they began plucking and pinching my nipples. He tugged and pulled on them, pinched and plucked, punishing them beyond relief.

I yelped and twisted, trying to get away from his methodical torture. Each fucking tug was like a lifeline to my clit—making my pussy throb while trying to clamp down on nothing. I needed something inside me. I needed to befucked.

“These nipples are so fucking beautiful, darlin’,” Jason crooned. “They’d look fucking hot with some barbells through them.”

I gasped, throwing my head back. I was so fucking turned on and his words only added fuel to the fire. It wasn’t the first time Jason had mentioned wanting to pierce my nipples, but it was the first time I felt like agreeing with him—felt like giving in.

He tugged me again, forcefully pulling my suspended body forward by my nipples.

I cried out, my head thrown back in pain and ecstasy.

“You gonna come, just like this, darlin’?” His deep voice skated up my spine, mixing with the pulling pleasure of my nipples. “Dirty little whore, coming from just having her nipples play with.”

“Ahhh!” I yelled as I came hard, my body shaking as my orgasm rolled over me. Tears pooled beneath my blindfold, as pleasure wracked my body.

“Good girl. That’s three,” Jason murmured. He finally released my aching nipples, only to step back, leaving me to hang and swing in the cool night air.

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