Dylan laughs. “Attagirl.” He slaps my cheek, pulling me out of the waves of ecstasy that took over my body. “Knew you could do it.”
“Did she come?” Alistair asks, looking up at Felix.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around what just happened.
What my body just did while he was still inside my mouth.
“Feel for yourself,” he retorts, swiping his finger down my slit.
And oh my God, I wish it didn’t make my pussy thump.
Fuck. I can’t believe I actually came.
It was like my body wasn’t mine. Like it belonged to them and only them.
And that orgasm was too intense for words.
Dylan’s still on top of me, keeping me from moving, when Alistair walks over to my thighs and blatantly sticks his fingers inside.
Fuck.
“Oh yeah, that pussy is still throbbing.”
“Told you, she’s a dirty one,” Felix says.
“You got what you wanted,” I say in a moment of courage. “Now get off me.”
Dylan laughs. “Oh, we’re not nearly done with you.”
“Pick her up,” Felix growls.
Suddenly, Dylan gets off, his half-hard dick still dangling out of his pants, and he grabs me by the arm while Alistair lifts my legs.
“Hey, what are you doing?!” I squeal.
But they’re already dragging me across the grass, only stopping in front of a tree. They hoist me up, and Alistair unties the rope from around his robe while Felix keeps me restrained. And within a few seconds, Alistair has tied me to the tree.
“Let me go,” I hiss, still coughing from the cum stuck in my throat. “This wasn’t a part of the deal.”
Dylan steps away and folds his arms. “Oh, yes it was. We help you, and we do whatever we want with you.”
Felix steps in front of my face. “Did you put on all this makeup for us?” He grips my cheeks together, my lipstick staining his fingers. “Pretty … but prettier with cum smeared all over.”
He wipes my own spit over my face and then steps away, only to pull at his zipper.
His cock comes out completely erect, glistening at the tip, the metal rings still making me gulp. Alistair does the same, but his girth impresses me the most. The thickness of it is unmatched, and I’d hate to discover how it would feel inside me.
God, why am I even thinking this?
“You want it, don’t you?” Felix mutters as he rubs his shaft. “Greedy little whore.”
“No,” I say.
“Lies,” Dylan says, and he pulls the lighter from his pocket again, stepping closer to hold it in front of my face. “Now tell us the truth. You like this, don’t you?”
I shudder against the cold tree, my body quaking with both fear and desire, while the flame hovers dangerously close to my cheeks. “Beg for it, then. Beg for their cum.”
The fire stings against my skin.
“Give me your cum,” I say.
I hiss when the flames lick my neck. “I said beg,” Dylan whispers into my ear, like a gentle threat.
“Please,” I add.
“Good girl.”
Goose bumps scatter across my skin.
But I don’t know if it’s from the fire, or from his lips humming near my ears, moaning softly, breathing into my hair, his half-hard dick still swinging against my thighs.
“She looks good with her mouth stuffed full of your jizz,” Alistair says.
I hate how they talk about me. “Shut up.”
Dylan snorts. “Still got some spunk left, huh?”
“Don’t worry,” Felix says, thrusting into his own hand. “We’ll fuck it out of her.”
I swallow. “I’d love to see you try.”
There. His own words thrown right back in his face.
“Oh, I will,” Felix retorts, and he steps closer until the tip touches my thigh. “But first, I’ll let you simmer in our juices for the night.”
What? What does he mean?
He rubs his hands up and down his shaft with fervor, staring at me through his mask as if he wants to watch me break. And Alistair has to use two hands to pleasure himself. That’s how big he is.
I can’t keep my eyes off them both. But there isn’t anywhere else to look either while stuck against this tree.
“You like to watch, don’t you?” Felix asks, rubbing himself against my body. “You like to be used. Degraded. Owned.”
“You wish,” I retort.
Dylan holds the flame underneath my chin, forcing me to lift my head. “Keep it up, little slut. It only gets me hard again.”
Fuck. I don’t want this to go on forever, so I shut my mouth and wait until they finish. But I wish I could stop the throbbing between my legs.
Dylan suddenly slides his hand down my thigh, getting closer and closer to that spot Felix just completely destroyed with his fingers.
“It’s about time you started moaning for them too,” Dylan says.
His fingers find their way to my panties, and he tears them apart just like that.
I gasp, but the gasp is immediately cut short by his fingers dipping into my wetness.
“Fuck … Felix was right. You’re soaking wet.”
Felix and Alistair pick up the pace.
“Make her come again,” Alistair says. “I want to see her shiver from your fingers.”
I shake my head, but it’s too late. Dylan’s already flicking his fingers back and forth across my naked pussy.
And I struggle to even stand.
“Moan like the slut you are, Pen,” Felix says, rubbing himself against me. “And maybe I’ll give you my fucking cum.”
In the cold night, my body heats up like fireworks from Dylan’s fingers expertly swiveling back and forth, and I’m having trouble separating my own pleasure from theirs.
Dylan’s and Alistair’s eyes connect, and Alistair picks up the pace.
“Fuck, I can’t hold it,” Alistair groans, and the spurts of cum jet out of him, again and again.
I’ve never seen someone come that much, but apparently, it’s possible to shoot a whole glass full. But instead of filling a glass, he coats my body with it.
“Fuckkk,” Felix groans.
He’s right up against me as he coats my legs and shoes with it, then swipes the remainder off the tip and wipes it over my face.
But I don’t even care as I’m consumed by the approaching orgasm creeping up from deep inside.
“That’s it, come all over my fingers,” Dylan moans into my ear.
My entire body begins to shake against the tree, and I fall apart, covered in gunk.
Dylan retracts his fingers halfway through, letting me languish in half arousal when I wish he would’ve finished it.
Fuck.
These assholes are already messing with my head.
Alistair and Dylan laugh. “Look at her, all spent just from a little bit of fun.”
Little?
Felix tucks his length into his pants, staring me in the eyes while Dylan and Alistair walk away slowly.
“Third lesson, Pen,” he says, taking a deep, raspy breath. “You belong to us now.”
He smears through the cum splatters and rubs my pussy, then slides it all up my body and pushes down my lips forcefully, thrusting inside again until I gag. “Understood?”
I nod, and he takes his fingers out again, then turns around and marches off with his buddies. Dylan picks up my bag and takes out my phone, turning to look at me with a smug smile on his face. For some reason, he manages to unlock it.
How? Did they see me enter it in class? Shit.
He does something, I don’t know what, but after a few seconds, he chucks my bag onto the ground and throws my phone with it, just out of reach.
Then they all turn around and saunter back to the Society house.
“Hey!” I yell, still spluttering spit and cum. “You can’t just leave!”
“Watch us,” Felix retorts.
Alistair looks back but still decides to turn around and walk off, and it pisses me off.
“Alistair! You fucking tied me up, and you’re just going to leave me hanging to a tree?”
The harder I scream, the more they smile, and when they turn around for the final time and walk all the way back to the house, it dawns on me that I’m in real deep shit.
Because no one, and I mean no one, knew we were here.
And now I’m by myself. Tied to a tree. In the middle of the night.
God better fucking help me.
And them … because when I get out of here, I will make them fucking pay.
