Deviant Games (The Controllers #8) - L.V. Lane Page 0,21

I let him talk me into this again?

Belt looped around my fist, I approached. Not one for drawing things out; I’d take her where she needed to go, fast.

But first, I needed a touch.

Ryker shifted, returning his attention to her pretty tits and leaving me her ass. The belt dropped to the floor with a clatter, and I took those perfect plump globes in my big hands and gently squeezed.

She moaned, and a jolt shot through her body, making her ride the thick, fake cocks. Her legs were shaking—her whole body was trembling. I pressed in close, wedging my dick against the seam of her ass, and squeezed again.

I was mesmerized watching my pre-cum trickle and leak over her ass. I rocked, fucking against her ass in slow, easy movements. I needed to come, couldn’t think straight for how much I needed it. Ryker and I edged in closer, jostling her between us, our lips seeking out the patches on our prospective sides of her throat where her blood vessels were close to the surface.

I nipped at the little patch and was rewarded by a breathy groan.

“Are you flushing, baby?” Ryker asked. “Do you need us to ease it before we start?”

Taking her mumbled nonsense as a yes, I tore through the thin membrane. Her blood pooled into my mouth, and I sucked it down like a junkie getting his fix. Her small body began convulsing on the brink of a climax. It took every bit of my iron will to stave it off.

I could feel everything, though, like it was happening to me; the sweet tormented bliss, the faint fluttering of a climax unable to take flight, and the raw desperation to find the elusive carnal cliff.

When I lifted my head, her blood gushed for a split second, spilling red rivulets over her creamy skin to her front and back, over tits, and all the way to her ass before the skin sealed.

My fingers played in the mess I’d created. There was blood on Ryker’s chin, and he met my eyes as he wiped it away with the back of his hand.

I nudged my head at him. He was wearing too many fucking clothes, and I looped my arm around Lilly’s waist to support her while he stripped. The bench-seat-fuck-station had nowhere for her to hold; hence she’d been clinging to Ryker. Since we couldn’t tie her, the bench would force her to hold onto Ryker while I welted her ass.

Nuzzling at the side of her throat, I palmed her tits and played with the stiff peaks while Ryker stripped. She watched him through half-lidded eyes, lips parted, and mumbling the little nonsense words that I adored, her thighs trembling as she held herself high. She was so proper when she wasn’t under one of us—a perfectly poised princess. But I cherished this side of her because it belonged only to us.

As Ryker returned, I relinquished her to his care.

“I’m—no—I’m not ready,” she said, clutching at Ryker while turning to look at me.

As I picked up the belt, she flung herself back at Ryker, burying her face in his chest.

“I think you like this seat more than you’re admitting, Princess.” I trailed the tip of the belt over her ass—she shuddered. “Let yourself sit down.”

“No!”

The first crack was sharp, and she jerked, almost collapsing fully before dancing up.

Fisting her hair, I dragged her off of Ryker and took the belt to her ass again.

She groaned, nails clawing at Ryker’s shoulders.

With her hair as a leash, I set about her overdue discipline, turning the creamy-colored skin to pink and red. Sensations bombarded me through the bond, mine, hers, Ryker’s, melding together until I couldn’t distinguish us individually. Her petite body contorted, ass clenching with each strike. Little moans and gasps turned to sobs of frustration and begging for me to let her come.

I refused to let her come, drove her higher and higher until she finally dropped.

A climax tore through her, mouth open on a squeal of raw pleasure.

I continued lashing her ass while she fucked herself on those thick poles.

“Good girl,” Ryker encouraged, palming her throat. “That feels so good, doesn’t it, baby. All filled up and getting yourself off while Ethan takes the belt to you. Our dirty little fuck toy riding this naughty bench for us. I bet that knot stretches you every time you slip up and down. I know you like being stretched, feeling a full knot forced into your tight cunt, taking you to