Page 5 of Possess Us
He pulls free, smirking from ear to ear as I take in a deep breath of much-needed air.
‘Catch your breath. We’re only just getting started.’
I gulp in as much air as I can before Nate pushes me back onto him.
He’s relentless, roughly fucking my throat with desperation and only letting me breathe when my vision starts to blur. Then he’s back in, filling me. Nate caresses the feel of my bulging throat. He feels Kai beneath my skin.
There’s a flash, and I squint against a bright light. Tyler has pulled out his phone and is filming us. He walks around us, making sure to get in close to my mouth and eyes.
When Kai pulls free, I cough and gasp.
‘The heater,’ I manage, pulling against the hot cuff around my wrist. ‘Please.’
Nate grips me and returns me to Kai’s cock, shoving me hard onto his length so my face is buried in his stomach.
It hurts. But not enough to give Nate the power he wants. He likes to hurt me. So I think that’s his demon.
My toes curl and my stomach clenches as he resumes his deep, possessive fucking.
Two fingers glide between my legs and sink into me.
Tyler laughs.
‘She is soaking fucking wet. Her pussy is clenching around my fingers like it’s starving!’
I hear the slickness as he eases his fingers in and out of me. That and the sound of my gagging accompany Nate’s deep laughter, Kai’s heavy panting, and Tyler’s soft encouragement as he films us.
‘Lift her skirt,’ Tyler says, kneeling beside me. ‘Let me get a good shot of her sweet pussy.’
My skirt is hoisted up and bunched around my waist.
‘Hold it up!’ Kai commands. ‘We want to see.’
With my free hand, I hold my skirt up. I even widen my legs, giving them better access. I’m desperate for friction. For satisfaction.
Why is it always the most prolific ass holes, the real sadistic pricks, who can give the best fucking orgasms?
What they lack in personality and humanity, they sure as shit make up for with skill. Because my body is alive with pleasure and pain, but it’s also brimming with shame and vulnerability.
I want to cum so fucking hard I pass out. I need to. It’s the only enjoyment I get these days.
My body rises off the floor for a moment as he thrusts a third finger inside me, his knuckles pressing into my entrance with unforgiving rigidity.
‘Look into the camera,’ Tyler instructs. ‘Let’s see those glistening eyes streaming with tears.’
I see nothing but the light of his phone.
My skin is burning as the cuffs continue to heat. My throat is raw. And my pussy is drenched.
Most people would call this Hell. The degradation. The brutality. The pain.
But I’m in my own twisted world of bliss.
The camera moves, trailing down my body until he’s getting a good shot of his fingers inside me.
Kai speeds up. His length bulges and pulses, and his gasps become rough and ragged. He grabs the back of my head and holds me in place before spilling himself straight down my throat.
Pleasure builds in my core, and when he pulls out of my mouth, I cum hard, choking and gasping through the violent wave of pleasure ripping through my body.
