Good God. I don’t think I’ve ever been hornier than I am now.
Is this what it felt like to her?
No wonder she wants us to suffer just as badly.
“Yes,” Ali groans, rubbing himself through the fabric of his pants. “I’m your slut just like you are mine.”
He’s only ever begged like that to me. But I guess Pen holds us all in a vise grip. And I am more than willing to submit to anything she wants.
Penelope slides her fingers through her slit, and I can almost feel my own fingers touch her, feel her wetness, dive into that pussy like I wanna drown in it.
“God, you’re torturing me,” I mutter.
“Good,” she responds with a wicked grin. “Don’t even think of looking away.”
She gyrates against her own hand, and her fingers dive into her pussy, sloshing wetness all around. She licks her lips, and my lips part in response, dying to get a kiss.
I’m breathing wildly at the sight of her plunging her fingers inside. My pants are tented, bursting at the seams with a cock so hard I could kill with it.
God, I could kill for this.
I really could.
Alistair
“You want it?” she asks, gazing into my eyes.
I immediately nod.
“Beg.”
Her stern voice gets me off. God, I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
“Please,” I moan, my cock leaving a stain of pre-cum in my pants.
“Take out your cock.”
I immediately zip down and pull out my throbbing length, coating it with the pre-cum.
“Show me how much,” she says.
I start rubbing myself in front of her, still on my knees, and I can’t fucking look away. She looks like a goddess, even in her oversized shirt she borrowed from Felix. To me she’s never been anything other than something I desire. Something I crave so badly I would sacrifice my life for.
And maybe that makes me a bastard, but I don’t give a fuck. For her, I’d happily fall to my knees.
My breathing becomes ragged as she begins to flick her clit, and I swallow away the lump in my throat. My hips instinctively thrust into my hand as I begin to whimper.
“Don’t come,” she murmurs. “Or I won’t ever let you touch me.”
“Fuck.” I can barely hold it.
“You can do it. You want to please me, right?” she muses, dipping her fingers inside.
“Yes, please,” I mutter.
She circles her sensitive bits faster and faster, alternating it with pussy thrusts, and the sight is mouthwatering.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, and you’re gonna watch,” she says.
Within seconds, she moans so loudly the whole house might hear.
But none of us care.
All I can do is whimper as I watch her fall apart from her own fingers, wishing she was riding mine instead.
“Please,” I murmur.
“You want it so badly?” she replies, leaning over to tip my chin up.
“Yes, please,” I say.
Being like this comes naturally to me. It’s what I’ve always loved, what Dylan has always done to me, but now that she does it … Fuck, I might be addicted.
“Then come all over yourself like a good slut,” she replies.
And it’s all I need to start thrusting into my own hand like a maniac, hips popping as the cum jets out right onto my white shirt. It’s so much, and it’s everywhere; I’m completely soaked.
“F-Fuck …” Dylan groans behind me.
“Having a hard time?” she muses as she gets up from the couch. “Then let me help you.”
Dylan
Penelope waltzes over to me, and I jerk my wrists in an effort to free them, but to no avail. Of course not. I know these fucking cuffs. I’ve used them a million times, yet I never once thought of the possibility that a purple-haired girl would someday use them on me.
And that I’d actually fucking love it.
She approaches the chair, and I shift in place, trying to keep my bulge from tearing a hole through my pants. When she leans over, exposing her tits right in my face, I literally lean in to try to bite them.
“Ah, ah,” she muses, leaning back again. “That’s only for good boys. And you all have been so fucking bad …”
I groan in dismay, but then she grips my chair. “You want to be good for me, don’t you?”
“Yes. God yes,” I reply, gazing up at her.
“Then be a slut for me and eat this pussy.” She sets her foot down on my lap, grips my face, and lowers it right against her mound.
My tongue immediately dips out, desperate for a taste. And fuck me, her clit is still throbbing with desire.
I moan as she pushes herself against me, burying her slit in my face.
“That’s it. Use your tongue,” she says, grasping the back of my head to shove me farther in.
I swivel my tongue back and forth as she starts rubbing herself against me.
I can barely breathe, and you know what? I actually wouldn’t mind if I choked on this pussy because it’s worth it.
“Fuck, yes, smother me,” I murmur between licks.
“You’re whimpering for me, aren’t you?” she murmurs with a fistful of my white hair in her hands. “Make that sound again.”
It’s almost as if it comes naturally to me as I writhe on this chair, moaning against her.
“Your cock wants it so desperately, doesn’t it?” she asks.
I nod against her slit. “I want it … God, I want to bury my tongue inside you.”
“Do it then. Make me come, and maybe I’ll let you too,” she says, driving me insane with lust.
I roll my tongue up and down her wetness, sucking on her clit like my life depends on it. When I stick out my tongue, she gyrates on top of it, getting herself off on my face.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come again,” she moans.
“Penelope …” Felix rasps, and even though I ignore him, she can’t.
Her eyes home in on him as I flick her clit as fast as I can, and it’s almost as if her pleasure is taken from me. Like this is her ultimate revenge … refusing to even look at me as she uses my face, and I fucking hate to love it.
Her moans grow louder and louder, her eyes still fixated on his like she wants to punish him with orgasms we give her. Suddenly, she explodes all over my face, and I lick it up with glee. It’s so fucking hot, too hot. And as I whimper, I explode inside my pants, filthying myself with my cum.
But I don’t even care.
It’s that hot.
She lifts herself off me, only to smile when she sees the stain visible on the outside. “Aw … got a little too turned on, slut?” she muses, like she enjoys this.
I don’t mind. Felix asked for this. And I’m just a happy participant, deserving as much punishment for my part.
“See? You could do it too,” Ali says.
Pen’s fingers briefly slide along my dick, which thumps in my pants, still pumping.
“A ruined orgasm,” she murmurs. “Exactly what you deserve.”
“Fuck, Penelope, I want it too,” Felix groans, clearly struggling.
She turns to face him. “Do you now?” She struts toward him, staying just out of reach, despite the fact that he’s almost ready to rip through the straps to get her. “And what are you willing to do?”
Felix
I swallow away the lump in my throat as she kicks off her shoes in front of me and then takes off her shirt. Completely nude, puckered lips, prim ass, ready for the taking. Fuck, she knows how to get me riled up.
“I won’t beg like those two miserable assholes.” My cock is already fully erect, and I know I’m fucking lying, but fuck … I’ve never had anything like this done to me before.
Do I deserve it? Yes.
Do I hate it? I should.
But the closer she gets, the more my cock throbs, and the truth becomes too fucking hard to deny.
She has me on a leash.
Her brow playfully rises. “Won’t you?” Her fingers dive into my pants, and she slides in so deep I can feel her fingers at the tip of my length. I suck in a breath. “Because I’d love nothing more than to hear it.”
When she rubs me, I groan, unable to keep the sounds at bay.
I’ve been brimming with desire the second she started touching herself, and it’s been so fucking hard to watch and not be able to touch and lick and suck and fuck her soul out of her body.
She pulls out her hand, and my shaft still throbs.
“But let’s see how long you keep that up,” she murmurs, and she zips me down, then lowers my pants and boxer shorts until my dick bursts out, bobbing up and down, jewelry covered in pre-cum.
She touches the tip with her finger, spreading it around like it’s lube, before she gently starts to tug at me. And fuck me, I can feel it in my entire body. Raging arousal.
She jerks me off to the point where my breath picks up and sweat drops roll down my forehead … and then she stops.
My length bobs up and down again, desperate to jet its seed, but I can’t fucking do it. I’m all tied up and can’t even reach, let alone will it to come.
Fuck.
Is this what she wants? To keep me on edge like I forced her to be when I tied her to this cross?
A smile forms on my lips, and I lower my head.
“Why are you smiling?”
“You’re cruel,” I reply, looking up into her eyes from underneath my lashes. “Just like me.”
“Hmm.” A smile forms on her lips, and she begins to touch me again, all the way from the beginning, slow and torturous. “And don’t you fucking love it?”
God, I can barely take it. Her fingers coil around my shaft, dipping low, before coming back up to my jewelry again, and fuck me, I could almost shoot my load right here right now.
She suddenly pulls away again, leaving me in agony.
“Fuck…” I grit.
“She’s enjoying this,” Dylan muses from his seat.
“No shit,” I retort.
“I am too,” Alistair says, still on his knees near the couch.
Penelope laughs. “A punishment fit for the crime of toying with my body because someone else told you to.”
A lopsided grin forms on my face. “Oh, I’d toy with you regardless of what anyone said.”
“I guess that’s not up to you to decide now, is it?” she says, rubbing my dick again until my entire body tenses and all my muscles begin to twitch.
Fuck. I didn’t think anything could make me snap.
But this … this kind of torture definitely could.
She leans away, leaving my cock bobbing up and down as she lies down on the bed and parts her legs, showing off her wet slit, and fuck me, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
My wrists jerk against the straps, but no matter what I do, they won’t loosen.
“You know that won’t work,” she says. “I tried, believe me.” She keeps circling her clit, like she’s trying to taunt me. “You keep watching. Eyes open.”
She tilts her head back, hair rolling over her back, body arched as she starts rubbing faster and faster. And I’m sweating from every pore in my body, struggling to fucking breathe. My fucking dick pulses with greed.
Her moans grow louder and louder, moans I wish I was giving her, but instead, I’m tied up here, forced to endure with a throbbing shaft.
“Fuck,” I groan.
She circles around and dips inside, moaning so hard the entire house can hear, and I just know she fucking came. The sound and view flips a switch inside my head.
A stifled moan leaves my throat as I jet some cum right on top of the bed.
Fuck.
I actually came without so much as a touch.
But it’s a ruined orgasm, and I’m not nearly satisfied.
“Oh … you liked that, huh?” she murmurs as she crawls across the bed and lies down, spread-eagle. “Come and get it, then.”
I jerk the straps, but they won’t release. “Untie me.”
“Untie yourself,” she says.
“What?” Dylan gasps. “We can’t do that.”
“Then try harder,” she muses.
When Ali gets up, she raises a finger. “Don’t help. Sit on the bed and wait for them while you stroke yourself mad.”
He does what she says, kneeling on the bed, still thrusting into his own hand like a maniac. And fuck me, I want to rail her face-down into the pillow until she chokes on her own saliva.
My muscles harden, and I jerk the straps again. I can hear them crack, but not far enough.
However, I do know one thing … when I’m out of these chains, I’m going to fuck her brains out. And we’ll both fucking love it.
