lady’s in a hurry.”
“Yeah, but first things first. Didn’t you say she was due a punishment for being late?”
“I sure did.”
Rod’s lazy smile broadened as Paul picked up a birch and thwacked it experimentally against his palm.
“Turn over.”
Claire struggled to do so, ignoring the chaffing of the ropes against her wrists as she wiggled into position. Desire and anticipation surged through her in dizzying waves. Like Rod, Paul possessed little finesse, but Claire wasn’t complaining. She took the savage beating he administered, writhing as her senses sprang to life and her nerve endings tingled with sensory delight. It seemed like an eternity before Paul slid his pulsating cock into her from behind. She was proud to accommodate his impressive girth in a manner that was anything but routine, meeting his harsh demands with the swift compliance Rod always expected from her.
“Does your husband do this to you, sugar?”
“No.”
“Ah, no, of course not. What does Joe do to you, then?”
“Oh, you know, the usual.” She groaned as he thrust harder into her, pushing back to meet him. “God, that feels so good!”
“No, I don’t know. Describe it for me. Tell me what you think about when Joe’s fucking you.”
“I pretend that I’m being…” Her voice trailed off. She couldn’t bring herself to say the words aloud. Irrationally, it seemed disloyal.
“Pretend what? Tell me, Claire.”
“I pretend Rod’s inside me,” she admitted in a tiny voice.
“I’ll just bet you do!” She could hear the smile in Paul’s voice. “You love your husband but he doesn’t satisfy you, is that right?” She nodded, ashamed, but more frightened that he’d stop what he was doing if she didn’t. “What he does, it’s not enough for you. You like to be violated.” He punctuated his words with a series of brutal thrusts. “Brutal treatment makes you feel alive. Am I right?”
“Answer the man, Claire,” Rod said.
“I…I can’t.”
“Tell me or I won’t beat you again.” Paul spoke in a persuasive whisper, his lips brushing the erogenous zone beneath her ear. “And you want me to beat you, don’t you?” She nodded once, unable to speak. A squeal of protest escaped her when he abruptly pulled out of her anus. “Nor will I finish what we’re doing unless you tell me.”
She shook her head, refusing to say the words he wanted to hear.
“Oh well.” Paul lifted himself from the bed. “I guess you won’t get to come, then.”
That was one threat too many and all three of them knew it.
“Yes, I like to be violated.”
Claire was on the brink of climax as soon as Paul slid back inside her, just from talking dirty to a man she’d never met before but who was currently the center of her universe; a man she’d do absolutely anything for because he understood her needs and wasn’t in the business of sitting in judgment on her.
Paul chuckled. “We’ll have to see if we can oblige, then.”
What followed was beyond Claire’s wildest dreams. She was sandwiched between two young, virile men as they fucked her simultaneously, almost splitting her in two. Claire lived for this sort of pain; it made her feel alive as nothing else ever had. She gloried in the sensation of their pricks throbbing inside her, building up momentum.
They forbade her to come until they said she could, and holding back her climax was the most exquisite agony she’d ever experienced. They performed faultlessly, presumably because they’d done the same thing before. Jealousy, something Claire had seldom experienced, briefly streaked through her.
Not that she really cared who they’d honed their skills on, just so long as they didn’t stop fucking her.
The strain of holding her orgasm back was starting to tell on Claire. “God, this is torture!” she cried. “I’m shaking. I can’t hold out for much longer.” Rod deliberately tormented her G-spot as she spoke.
“Don’t, I can’t—”
Paul
“Yeah, but first things first. Didn’t you say she was due a punishment for being late?”
“I sure did.”
Rod’s lazy smile broadened as Paul picked up a birch and thwacked it experimentally against his palm.
“Turn over.”
Claire struggled to do so, ignoring the chaffing of the ropes against her wrists as she wiggled into position. Desire and anticipation surged through her in dizzying waves. Like Rod, Paul possessed little finesse, but Claire wasn’t complaining. She took the savage beating he administered, writhing as her senses sprang to life and her nerve endings tingled with sensory delight. It seemed like an eternity before Paul slid his pulsating cock into her from behind. She was proud to accommodate his impressive girth in a manner that was anything but routine, meeting his harsh demands with the swift compliance Rod always expected from her.
“Does your husband do this to you, sugar?”
“No.”
“Ah, no, of course not. What does Joe do to you, then?”
“Oh, you know, the usual.” She groaned as he thrust harder into her, pushing back to meet him. “God, that feels so good!”
“No, I don’t know. Describe it for me. Tell me what you think about when Joe’s fucking you.”
“I pretend that I’m being…” Her voice trailed off. She couldn’t bring herself to say the words aloud. Irrationally, it seemed disloyal.
“Pretend what? Tell me, Claire.”
“I pretend Rod’s inside me,” she admitted in a tiny voice.
“I’ll just bet you do!” She could hear the smile in Paul’s voice. “You love your husband but he doesn’t satisfy you, is that right?” She nodded, ashamed, but more frightened that he’d stop what he was doing if she didn’t. “What he does, it’s not enough for you. You like to be violated.” He punctuated his words with a series of brutal thrusts. “Brutal treatment makes you feel alive. Am I right?”
“Answer the man, Claire,” Rod said.
“I…I can’t.”
“Tell me or I won’t beat you again.” Paul spoke in a persuasive whisper, his lips brushing the erogenous zone beneath her ear. “And you want me to beat you, don’t you?” She nodded once, unable to speak. A squeal of protest escaped her when he abruptly pulled out of her anus. “Nor will I finish what we’re doing unless you tell me.”
She shook her head, refusing to say the words he wanted to hear.
“Oh well.” Paul lifted himself from the bed. “I guess you won’t get to come, then.”
That was one threat too many and all three of them knew it.
“Yes, I like to be violated.”
Claire was on the brink of climax as soon as Paul slid back inside her, just from talking dirty to a man she’d never met before but who was currently the center of her universe; a man she’d do absolutely anything for because he understood her needs and wasn’t in the business of sitting in judgment on her.
Paul chuckled. “We’ll have to see if we can oblige, then.”
What followed was beyond Claire’s wildest dreams. She was sandwiched between two young, virile men as they fucked her simultaneously, almost splitting her in two. Claire lived for this sort of pain; it made her feel alive as nothing else ever had. She gloried in the sensation of their pricks throbbing inside her, building up momentum.
They forbade her to come until they said she could, and holding back her climax was the most exquisite agony she’d ever experienced. They performed faultlessly, presumably because they’d done the same thing before. Jealousy, something Claire had seldom experienced, briefly streaked through her.
Not that she really cared who they’d honed their skills on, just so long as they didn’t stop fucking her.
The strain of holding her orgasm back was starting to tell on Claire. “God, this is torture!” she cried. “I’m shaking. I can’t hold out for much longer.” Rod deliberately tormented her G-spot as she spoke.
“Don’t, I can’t—”
Paul
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