He didn’t say more, only moved me, fucked me, worked my body until I arched my back and came, the thick feel of his dick stroking over my g-spot—how did he do that?—set me off.
But it was when Kemp pulled out the beads, one right after the other that I screamed. The dual sensations of my clit and g-spot being rubbed and the anal beads offering dark and slightly painful pleasure, destroyed me.
I was a quivering, sweaty mess when Gus called out my name and came.
Someone helped me off of Gus, and I curled up on the bed.
“You’re not done, Parker. Bad girls who sass get their asses fucked.”
I was maneuvered once again, this time so I was leaning over the side of the bed. My feet were on the floor and a pillow was stuffed between my hips. More cool lube, this time though, it felt good on my worked tissues, followed by another condom wrapper opening.
A hand tugged one of my butt cheeks to the side, and a finger slipped into my back entrance. Nice and deep it went, working more and more lube inside.
“Isn’t that right?” Kemp asked.
God, he was the dirty talker. The dark one. Poe might be intense and Gus laid back, but Kemp had a kink that matched my own. He was the one who’d push me, to give me what I didn’t even really know I needed. Yet he was waiting for me to tell him yes.
I nodded into the pillow as a second finger joined the first, stretching me open wider than the beads had.
“I need the words.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, so sweet. But yes, sir, what?”
I breathed in and out as he added a third. I’d done butt stuff before. This wasn’t new to me, but it had never felt like this before. It had always been a guy wanting to ass fuck. Nothing more.
But Kemp was making me submit in the most intimate way possible. Making me admit I wanted it, making it seem naughty when it was anything but, especially between the four of us. But me, being a bad girl, only added another level of their domination.
“Yes, sir, I… I need my ass fucked.”
Poe crawled onto the bed, knelt and parted his knees wide right in front of my face. His dick was right there. I smelled soap, as if when he’d gone in to dispose of the condom, he’d washed up in the bathroom.
“That’s right,” Kemp replied.
I whimpered and looked over my shoulder. Kemp’s condom-covered dick—glistening with extra lube—was settled right between my cheeks, the head nudging the well-slicked entrance.
He prodded, pushed. Gus squirted more lube onto my entrance. Poe turned my head, focused my attention on him. “Suck my dick, sweetheart.”
I gasped when Kemp popped past my tight ring of muscle. I was stretched open, so unbelievably wide, but it felt strangely good. Jangly. Intense. Dark. After I caught my breath, I took Poe into my mouth. He was slow, careful as he mouth fucked me. I glanced up, saw him watching his big slab of meat disappear in my mouth, but he would look down my back, watch as Kemp worked himself into me deeper and deeper until he bottomed out.
Only then did they move. Slow and steady. I felt… skewered. Dominated. Controlled. I couldn’t wiggle, couldn’t do anything except let them fuck me. Knowing that pushed me to the brink of coming. I’d never felt so submissive. Ever. When a hand worked its way between my hips and the pillow and found my clit, I came. Instantly. I dripped all over Gus’s hand as I clenched around Kemp’s dick, my pussy empty. Poe pressed his dick to the back of my mouth, the broad head sitting right at the back of my throat and he came. I swallowed his cum, down and down again before he pulled out.
Kemp continued to slowly fuck me until he, too, came. Deep in my ass.
I was done. Finished. Ruined.
“This is just the beginning, pixie,” Gus murmured as he kissed my head, tucked me beneath the covers. “I’m not letting you go again.”
“We aren’t letting you go,” Kemp added.
I must have fallen asleep, for the next time I opened my eyes, the room was dark and Gus’s head was between my thighs. We were alone, the big bed just for us.
And hours later, as dawn turned the sky pink, I woke to Poe picking me up and carrying me—carrying!—to the bathroom and helping me into a hot shower. There, he settled me on the bench, parted my thighs and shaved me, just as he’d promised to do.
After, he fucked me, then left me a boneless heap.
If Kemp hadn’t already left to go to the gym, I’d have been late for work. Even without a different kind of morning workout with him, I was deliciously sore and had a smile on my face when I walked to my sheriff SUV, Honey right on my heels.