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“You aren’t allowed to come until he says you can.”
I inhale deeply, not sure how I’m meant to stop it. When it comes, it, err,comes.
“Be a good girl and hold onto that orgasm, Bailey. I know you can do that.”
“Fuck,” I moan when Finn starts to tease my clit again, pulling away and denying me every few seconds at random. I briefly remember the guy in the corner, but now I don’t care. I just want a release.
“Please,” I beg. “Please, Finn.”
“Not yet,” he murmurs.
He presses a harder, rounder object against my clit and increases the pressure.
“Ah!” I cry, and he moves it, leaving me breathless.
He thrusts it inside me. It’s thin and long. The handle of whatever he was using to slap me?
I buck, arching my back completely off the leather bed, which is sticky with my sweat now.
“Finn! Please!”
He increases his pace, fucking me with the handle, thrusting deeply, and bringing it out to rub over my clit every so often.
As soon as I cry out, he removes it, leaving me wanting and nearly in tears.
“Finn, please.”
“Keep begging me, Alice. I need to hear it.”
I shiver at his tone, but it does nothing to quell the desire coursing through me.
Finn moves away, and the room drops into silence.
I focus on the slight noise I can hear coming from the corner where I saw the large armchair: a light slap-slap sound and heavy breathing.
The voyeur is getting off on watching me.
Panic hits my chest, and I squirm to get away until it strikes me how arousing that is. There is someone in here, masturbating as he watches Finn bring me to the edge and leave me hanging, waiting for me to come. I wonder if he will come at the same time…
I gasp as I hear a soft buzz. Finn runs the vibrator over my nipples, causing them to peak painfully. He lowers it between my breasts, over my stomach and mound. He brushes it lightly over my pussy, and I nearly weep with restraint.
“How do you feel, Alice?” Finn asks.
“So good,” I sob. “I need to come, please, Finn; let me come.”
“Oh, fuck, Bailey,” Archer groans softly near my left side. “Fuck, you are turning me on.”
“Please,” I beg, feeling my power growing. I may be helplessly tied to this bed, but these men are aroused because of me and what Finn is doing to me and denying me.
That power brings a smile to my lips and a determination to drive them to the brink before I crash over the side and give them what they want.
ChapterForty-One
Bailey
Finn pressesthe vibrator to my clit, and I bite my lip as the pleasure shoots through my body. He removes it after a couple of seconds, placing something cold and flat against my clit.
“Don’t move,” he mutters.
