Page 134 of Degradation
‘Relax your body,’ Mav murmurs, caressing down my body before reaching down and playing with my clit.
The finger in my ass disappears and something cold and harder takes its place. It prods much more insistently, and I instinctively try to get away from it only to be dragged back by my thighs and my cheeks held wide.
It’s thicker and I cry out as it stretches me, the burning pain not the same as the slaps were earlier.
But I don’t use the safe words. I trust them. They won’t hurt me, not really.
After a moment, thethingstops moving and my body seems to suck it in just a little, seating it inside me in a much more comfortable position. I breathe a sigh of relief.
‘There. How does that feel, Tulip?’
‘O-okay,’ I whisper.
‘It looks so fucking hot,’ Blake murmurs, pushing it in a little and making me gasp. ‘I knew a red jewel would be perfect for this pretty hole.’
He’s suddenly between my legs again, spreading my thighs wide and staring down at me with a dangerous glint in his eye.
‘You were made for this,’ he snarls darkly, eyes finding mine. ‘This pussy is going to get such a pounding, you won’t be able to walk for a week and you’re going to love every minute of it, aren’t you, my innocent little slut?’
I find myself nodding, my eyes wide, my breathing quick.
‘B-but, p-protection?’ I stutter.
‘I got it covered. Literally.’
I hear his zipper and then the sound of a wrapper. I feel him notching at my entrance a moment later.
‘Take off your shirt,’ I say.
He smirks. ‘You like seeing me with my shirt off?’
I nod vigorously.
‘The tattoos,’ I say breathlessly. ‘I like them.’
Despite his words and the dominant way he likes to be in bed, the smile he gives me is soft and genuine, and he looks happily surprised that I’ve asked him.
He practically rips his black, button-up shirt over his head. I hear some of the buttons ping around the room, and he grips my thighs, pulling me closer to him.
He doesn’t do it slowly, he plunges into me hard and deep, making me cry out in surprise, half in pleasure, half in pain.
I see Mav and Shade glance at each other, alarm in their eyes.
‘It’s alright,’ I whimper. ‘I’m alright. It was just unexpected.’
‘Be careful with her!’
Shade punches Blake on the shoulder and he looks almost contrite, but he doesn’t change the way he’s fucking me. He pulls me forward onto his cock every time he thrusts, taking me deep and making me squeal with each one.
‘Fucking.’Thrust. ‘Love.’Thrust. ‘That.’Thrust. ‘Sound,’ he pants.
Then, Mav kisses me, drowning out my cries, and Blake makes a low growl of annoyance.
‘No, suck on her tits,’ he orders. ‘I want to hear her scream for me when she comes, when I cream inside this tight little pussy.’
Shade’s fingers pinch my clit, and I wail, my hips bucking and my back bowing. ‘She’s close,’ he warns.
If anything, Blake speeds up, pounding his thick shaft into me harder, faster. Mav sucks my nipple and bites down just as Shade pinches my clit hard and the plug is pushed deeper.
