Page 44 of Writhe
“I like it.” The words slip out in a whisper, barely audible.
Theo’s approval is instant. a low, pleased chuckle as he presses closer, his hands tightening on me. “See? Wasn’t so hard, was it, Dollface?”
The Doctor’s fingers brush my cheek, almost tender as he murmurs, “Such a good pet. You’re learning.”
I clench my jaw, refusing to let myself lean into the touch. But the blindfold makes it worse. makes every sensation sharper, every moment dragged out into eternity.
Theo slumps against me, his breath hot against my skin, but I don’t get a moment’s reprieve. The Doctor’s hand moves to my waist, steady, possessive.
“You took him so well. But we both know you can take more.”
I barely have time to register his words before Theo pulls out just enough, the loss making me whimper. But then I feel it—the Doctor’s thick, unforgiving length pressing against me, nudging at my already stretched entrance. “Wait.” My breath stutters, overwhelmed, overstimulated, my body trembling from the aftershocks still licking through me.
“Shh, pet,” the Doctor soothes, his fingers dragging up my spine in mock comfort. “You’ll open up for us. You always do.”
Theo groans above me, his hands bruising on my hips. “Fuck, Doc, you’re really gonna?”
“I am,” the Doctor answers smoothly. “And she’s going to take it, aren’t you, Pet?”
I whimper, but the sound melts into a moan as Theo rolls his hips, forcing me to adjust, making me feel every inch of them both.
The Doctor presses forward, slow but unrelenting,stretching me impossibly wide, a burn that borders on pain—on something more. Something devastating.
“Too much,” I gasp, my fingers clawing at the sheets, at Theo’s arms. “I can’t.”
“You can,” the Doctor interrupts, a sharp edge in his voice now. His hand grips my throat, not squeezing, just a warning. A reminder. “Breathe, Pet. Feel it.”
Theo grits his teeth, his body trembling against mine. “Holy fuck.”
I can’t think. I can’t breathe.
Then they move.
Together.
Their strokes fall into a punishing rhythm, every thrust forcing me to take them deeper, fuller. I’m nothing but a vessel for their pleasure, stretched to my absolute limit, teetering on the edge of something I can’t control.
The Doctor hums in approval, his fingers tilting my chin, so I have no choice but to tilt my head up to meet his voice.
“There she is,” he praises, brushing his thumb over my kiss-swollen lips. “My perfect little pup, taking everything, we give her.”
Theo growls, fucking into me harder, his body shaking. “She’s gonna make me come again.”
I don’t know whose hand finds my clit, but the touch sends me spiraling. My release is devastating, my entire body convulsing between them, pleasure, and pain indistinguishable, the feeling of being completely filled wrecking me in the best way. They don’t stop.They don’t let me go. I’m drowning, lost to the brutal pleasure of being theirs.
Theo buries his face in my neck, his groans muffled against my sweat-damp skin as his thrusts turn erratic, desperate. The Doctor, ever composed, keeps his rhythm steady, calculated. dragging the pleasure out until I’m nothing but a trembling, ruined mess beneath them.
“She’s shaking,” Theo breathes, voice wrecked. His fingers dig into my hips, his control slipping. “Fucking squeezing us so tight.”
The Doctor chuckles, dark and pleased, his grip on my throat tightening just enough to remind me who owns this moment. “She’s perfect like this. Lost. Overcome. Completely at our mercy.”
I am.
I fucking am.
Theo groans against my skin as he slams into me one last time, burying himself so deep I swear I can feel him in my stomach. His entire body tensed, his release hitting him hard, the sharp sound of his pleasure sending another wave of heat through me.
But the Doctor isn’t finished.
