Page 98 of Degradation
‘Daisy,’ he murmurs in my ear. ‘If you don’t want this, or you want us to stop at any time, or you don’t like something we do, you just use your safe word, or you tap one of us. Understand?’
‘Yes,’ I whisper.
‘Get on the bed.’
I practically stumble to it and sit down.
He laughs darkly.
‘No, baby, lay back and spread your legs. And, if you move, we’ll tie you to the bed.’
My eyes feeling impossibly wide, I shuffle into the middle of the bed and raise my arms above my head, putting my ankles on the opposite corners.
‘Blake, rip those panties off her. I want to see how wet her pussy is.’
Blake’s grin is slow and dark as he moves to the bed. He grabs my head and kisses my lips hard as he tears the old, thin cotton from my body. I gasp even though I know it’s coming, and I hear Blake’s low laugh.
I’m shocked when he rolls them up and stuffs them in my mouth.
‘No talking, my little slut, not unless we say you can.’
I blink at him, realizing I can taste myself on them, and it’s not wholly unpleasant.
I moan, my hips bucking when he slides a lone finger down my slit and whistles low.
‘Wow,’ he breathes. ‘Check this out, guys. I don’t think I’ve ever felt a pussy so wet.’
He puts his finger to his mouth and sucks.
‘God, you taste sweet, whore.’
‘That’s enough,’ Shade orders and Blake winks at me, moving off the bed.
Shade looms over me, one hand darting out to pinch one of my nipples gently.
‘I think we should have a rule that Daisy is always naked on the weekends when we’re here with her,’ he murmurs, twisting my nipple a little painfully.
My small gasp has him doing the same to the other one and I can’t help the moan that comes from deep in my throat.
‘Sounds good to me,’ Blake murmurs. ‘Also, when you play with one nipple, you have to do it to the other, right, slut?’
All I can do is nod, and Blake leans over, sucking my left one into his mouth followed by my right one.
I whimper, one of my hands coming up to his head.
There’s a resounding slap and I squeal, looking down to where Shade has slapped my breast.
‘No moving,’ he warns, ‘Naughty girls who don’t follow the rules are punished.’
He soothes the sting as Blake moves away again and sighs.
But rules are rules. He slaps the other one just as hard, grinning at my sharp, muffled cry.
‘There,’ he says gently, rubbing the hurt. ‘Now they’re the same.’
I scowl at him and see his lips turn upward slightly.
Mav settles next to me, his huge body making the bed dip and my body slides over to him without me wanting it to.
