Elora
Daylight woke me as I groggily blinked my sleepy eyes open. Feeling a dull ache in my temple, I groaned. I was never going to another party
again and definitely never drinking again. Bad–no, horrible–decisions were made, and I regretted going.
It was super fun up until Willow basically left me to die on the bathroom floor. I wasn’t a malicious person, but I planned on having a stern talk with her tomorrow. Hopefully, that would be my last interaction with her; I didn’t need someone like her in my life.
Sitting up, I realized I was downstairs on the couch, not in my bed. Racking my mind, I couldn’t recall much after getting home; even before that, my memory was hazed and jumbled.
I was leaning against Dane, and he just… smiled down at me. Normally, I wouldn’t think anything of it. His was a regular, cute smile, and I loved to see it. But, I was undoubtedly in trouble. There was no way they weren’t at least irritated at me for getting drunk and coming home super late.
Dane reached over to the side table and picked up two white pills that he must have had readily available for me. “Open,” he ordered.
Thank goodness–my head hurt horribly. I opened my mouth, and he gave me the pills, followed by a water bottle. The water felt like heaven in a cup, soothing my insides as I drank it all.
Anticipating the lecture that was surely fated, I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. I knew they were going to lecture me, and I just wished they’d get the scolding over with so I wouldn’t have to dwell on it. It was in my best interest that I tread delicately.
Dane stood up before holding out his big hand for me to grab. “Let’s get some food in you. You threw up everything last night,” he said.
Taking his hand, we walked to the kitchen. My body felt weak and shaky. The thought of food had me drooling. Not really, but if I opened my mouth, I
might have left a snail trail of saliva. It was safe to say I was ravenous.
We walked hand in hand until we reached the kitchen, where the other guys were. Quin was standing at the stove with a spatula in hand. Felix and Duke were sitting at the counter, and Theo, Eugene, and Lucifer were at the table.
Here the lecture comes…
Instead of harsh looks or scolding, a nice big breakfast plate was placed in front of me when I sat at the table. I skeptically looked up at Quin, examining his neutral expression. Huh?
Theo placed his hand on my thigh and gave me a smug grin. “Feeling better, Princess?” He asked.
This was almost worse than them being mad at me. They were acting so… normal. Their indifferent attitudes were making the hair on my arms stand. Whatever was happening right now, I didn’t like it one bit.
Taking a hesitant bite of my eggs, I nodded. “Uh-huh,” I answered. I cautiously eyed my other guys as they had their own conversations.
This was either really good or really bad.
Should I apologize? Did I dare even mention it? They hadn’t forgotten my behavior, so what was the hold-up? Yell at me, scold me, lecture me, do anything besides this.
Oh goodness, were they disappointed? I couldn’t handle that word; it made my neck itch, then I broke out in hives everywhere and eventually had a full- blown panic attack.
“Elora,” My eyes shot to Lucifer. Okay, here we go! “We’re not disappointed,” he informed clearly, in his low tone.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Well, that was good news.
But what about–
“You will be punished for your lack of responsibility,” Felix added sternly. I tensed. Punished? Not a lecture or scolding? I was confused. His eyes burned my skin with an intensity that I couldn’t match. “When you’re done eating, you’ll shower, braid your hair, then meet us in the hidden room. Do you understand?” He explained, leaving no room for argument.
Wait–hidden room? Willow was right?! One thing at a time… First things first: I was in big trouble. I didn’t understand what exactly he meant by punishment. What did he mean when he said that I was meeting them all in the hidden room? What was the hidden room? Why was I going there for this so- called punishment?
“We have a secret room?” I asked in a whisper, curiosity being my vice. Felix cocked an eyebrow at me. “Lucifer gave you the key, did he not?”
Confused, I knitted my eyebrows together. The only key Lucifer gave me was to his cabinet full of sweets. I looked at Lucifer, seeing an evil smirk playing on his lips. “There’s a divot on the left shelf, push it, and the wall opens,” he explained.
I’d had the key all this time? But why? What was in the hidden room?
“I won’t repeat myself,” I flinched at Felix’s stern voice. I grabbed Theo’s hand under the table.
“I understand,” I squeaked with a nod.
“Good. You have one hour,” he informed as he walked out of the kitchen. Lucifer and Quin weren’t far behind him, both sending me admonitory as they left.
Nerves filled me as questions about what would come raced through my mind. What punishment would I be receiving? Where did they go? What was in the hidden room?
Theo ran his hand through my tangled hair. “Eat, or you’ll probably pass out,” he mumbled.
Pass out? I looked up at him with wide eyes. All my thoughts and stress came out at once. “Why? What’s in the room? What did Felix mean by punishment? Why did Lucifer give me a key?” My questions came out as rapid fire.
Theo smirked. “You think I’d tell you and ruin the surprise? Oh, Princess, half the fun is getting to see your reaction,” he said darkly, standing up to leave.
My mouth dropped open as I watched him walk out of the kitchen, a smirk still on his lips. Whatever the punishment was, it was clear that I needed to get out of it–and I knew just the guy to get me out of it.
I finished eating, really savoring the weight of the food in my stomach. I felt a million times better physically. Mentally, I was a mess.
Eyeing the back of Duke’s head, I lurked behind him as he typed something on his phone. Finally garnering the courage, I stood and padded over to him, ready to work my magic.
“Duke?” I said sweetly, but my voice shook with nerves.
He put his phone on the counter and looked down at me. His expression was stern, not mad or unpleasant, but not happy either. “Yes, Baby?” He asked. Taking his hand in mine, I twiddled with his fingers. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for it to get that bad,” I said honestly, giving him the best puppy-
dog eyes I could.
He sighed, looking a smidgen less tense. He held my cheek in his big hand, and I leaned into his touch. “I know you didn’t, Baby,” he said gently. Relief
filled me as I imagined him convincing the others not to punish me.
The feeling was quickly gone as his gentle touch on my cheeks turned to a firm grip as he squeezed my cheeks together. “That won’t work this time, though. Now, go be a good girl and go take a shower,” he husked as if saying the words pained him.
He released my face, and I gasped. If Duke wouldn’t even help me, I knew I’d really messed up.
Dane and Eugene watched me closely, challenging me to try and get them to crack too. I was helpless.
Feeling like I might have just made my punishment worse, I left the kitchen.
I showered, taking the time to relax as I tried to ease my mind. I was going to get punished; I’d accepted that. How they planned on punishing me, I hadn’t a clue. Scrubbing myself clean, I began to feel completely back to normal after last night’s mistakes.
Just like Felix requested, I styled my hair into two long braids. He always said he liked my hair down, but maybe he’d changed his mind?
Leaving my bathroom, I headed to my closet to pick out a pair of leggings and a top to wear, but something on my bed caught my eye.
Walking over, I blushed, seeing a red lace bodysuit and matching stockings. I immediately picked up a small note beside it, recognizing Eugene’s ancient handwriting.
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Carefully picking up the material, I felt how thin it was. This wouldn’t
cover anything! It was see-through, and the crotch was open.
Realization dawned on me, and I tensed. Punishment. I recalled Felix’s voice from the morning in the shower. He definitely said punish fuck, right?
As I put on the bodysuit, my towel fell to the floor in a puddle. I struggled a bit, seeing as the crotch had three potential leg holes. Oh goodness, the slit in the bodysuit perfectly aligned with my holes. That couldn’t have been a coincidence.
Once fully dressed–although I still felt naked–I walked over to my mirror to assess the damage.
When I saw myself, I had to suck in a breath, reminding myself to breathe. To be fair, I looked bootylicious in this. Sure, it was flattering, and the
stockings neatly ended at my butt, making it look a bit bigger. I couldn’t possibly wear this in front of them, though. My nipples and everything else were on full display through the fabric.
I bit my lip, sitting on my bed. If I wasn’t in that room in ten minutes, I’d just be digging myself a bigger hole.
Why was I so nervous? They’d all seen me naked. I loved sexual things, and they never disappointed in that category. The only thing that was psyching me out was that it was a punishment, and not knowing what they had planned was killing me.
As a last-ditch effort to appease them, I put the pink gemmed butt plug back in. Hopefully, they’d see it and think: Wow! Elora may have caused us distress and worry, but she’s such a good girl for wearing the butt plug for us. We should forgive her with no punishment! It was a long shot, but nothing was impossible, and I was beyond desperate.
Deciding it was time to go, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I stood up, walking to Lucifer’s room. I didn’t see any of them, and I assumed they were all already inside the hidden room.
I held the key in my hand as I slowly unlocked the cabinet like I had hundreds of times before. I placed my hand on the shelf to the left and felt around for a latch. My hand sunk into the wall, pushing a small button, and the wall creaked open.
I nervously pushed it, opening the secret door, mesmerized that I’d never noticed it before. I bet this was where Lucifer kept his delicious sweets. There was no doubt in my mind about that.
In front of me was a dark hall, only a few feet long, and a black door at the end of it. I slowly walked to it, getting chills down my spine. The hall felt ominous, and I’d definitely never come here alone–total nightmare fuel.
Finding the doorknob, I was quick to open the door, just to get out of the creepy hall. I quickly adjusted my hair, cleverly placing the braids over my boobs as a last-ditch attempt to cover myself. As for my crotch, as long as I didn’t spread my legs, it looked like a typical onesie.
Stepping into the room, I paled. All worries about my guys seeing me in this outfit were thrown out the window. I barely even acknowledged them in different places around the big room.
The contents of the space intimidated me to my core. It looked like a very clean Butcher Shop, with an enormous round bed in the middle.
My eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense of the torture devices everywhere. All over the walls were whips, chains, cuffs, and spiky things, hung from their respective handles.
The room looked very different from the rest of the house. The walls were white, and the hardwood floor was stained black. The lights in the room were red, giving everything a dark glow that made me shiver. It smelled heavenly, too, like the ambrosial musk that Lucifer exuded.
Everything was clean and tidy, which satisfied me. Everything had its own place, which I loved despite the horror of the actual objects.
The bed was huge and round, covered in neat black silk sheets. Around the bed were five posts with round clips going down them. Images of being tied to Lucifer’s bed flashed into my mind, and I looked away.
Around the room, there were also strange white chairs that looked dreadfully uncomfortable. They reminded me of workout equipment, but I doubted working out was how I would exhaust myself in this room.
What kinda freaky shit is this… I started backing up, deciding to take my chances in the creepy hall of death.
I bumped into a large body; the tingles I got somehow told me it was Quin. Feeling his hands on my shoulders, I tensed. “Where do you think you’re going, Doll?”
My heart was pounding against my rib cage as nerves consumed me. I finally examined my guys, seeing them all in different areas of the room.
Lucifer was sitting on the edge of the bed, studying me. Theo and Eugene stood by a wall of torture devices, smirking at me. Duke and Dane looked strangely out of place, both sitting in different chairs against the wall. Felix was approaching me, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.
Quin started taking steps forward, further into the room and away from my exit. Seeing as his hands were practically welded to my shoulders, I was forced to walk with him.
Once I stood in the middle of the room, less than a foot away from Felix (who looked absolutely terrifying, might I add), Quin stopped. Keeping his hands on my shoulders, he gently pushed me down. “On your knees,” he ordered. My body instantly obeyed, and I dropped to my knees, tucking my calves under my ass.
His hands moved from my shoulders to my hair. With my braided hair in his hands, he gently pushed the locks of hair behind me. With my only coverage gone, I was left with nothing but red lace to cover me.
At the same time, Felix placed his ankles between my knees and swiftly used his own legs to spread mine open.
The slit between my legs opened with my thighs, leaving my girly parts bare for the whole world to see. Or my whole world, I should say. Now completely exposed, I let out the quietest of whimpers.
Quin stood behind me, and I could feel the warmth of his skin on my back. My hands fell flimsily between my spread thighs as I subtly tried to cover myself.
I looked up at Felix with wide eyes as he gently caressed my cheekbone. “Do you know why you’re in here?” He asked.
Because God hates me, I nodded. “I shouldn’t have gotten that drunk, and I should have called one of you to come get me,” I quickly answered.
A pleased look crossed his gorgeous face. “And what do you think you deserve for acting so irresponsibly?”
“To be let off with a warning!” I blurted, showing my nerves. “I promise I’ll never do it–”
Shoving his thumb into my mouth, Felix shut me up. He narrowed his eyes at me. “Awe, I know you won’t, Baby, not after this,” he said darkly.
A cold shiver ran straight to my girly parts at the evil promise behind his tone. I shouldn’t have liked this; the sane part of me didn’t. However, the sliver of my mind that was enjoying this–like a sick little pervert–had a direct line to my core.
Felix pulled his thumb out of my mouth before turning to Lucifer. He gave him an expectant look that I desperately wanted to understand. This was unfair! They were totally teaming up against me.
Lucifer’s bright red eyes shifted to me as he stood beside the bed. “Come here, Kitten,” he curled his finger at me.
Not wanting to provoke them any further, I moved to stand. “Crawl,” Lucifer ordered lowly.
My shoulders slumped, and I bit my lip. Crawl? Inspecting the floor, not a speck of dust could be found. I couldn’t even use the ‘it’s dirty’ excuse.
Whatever, just do it. Don’t think about everyone being able to see your ass with the gem thingy in it. Don’t think about how embarrassing it is. It’ll just be worse if you prolong it. I chanted in my head, giving myself a pep talk.
On my hands and knees, I crawled over to Lucifer. I felt everyone’s eyes on my ass, making my blush travel down to my chest. I took a shaky breath, stopping at Lucifer’s feet.
Was this their punishment? Humiliation?
“Good girl,” Lucifer praised with a devilish smirk. He leaned down, placing his hands on my elbows, lifting me back onto my feet. Relief filled me, grateful that I wasn’t on the floor anymore.
Lucifer glanced behind me. “Theo,” he called. I pushed my eyebrows together, turning to look at him. Theo blinked a few times as if broken out of a
trance. He reached behind him and grabbed some neatly folded black rope, and tossed it to Lucifer, who caught it easily.
Knowing exactly what Lucifer intended to use that rope for, I swallowed a nervous lump in my throat. He’d tied me up before; I was sure he’d do it again. My body betrayed my mind as my thighs clenched, wetness leaking between my legs.
Lucifer worked quickly, securing the rope to the top of one of the pillars a few feet from the bed. He grabbed my wrists, being much rougher than he had been in the past. I tensed, watching him tie my wrists together.
He watched me as he expertly tied the rope. “What’s your safe word?” He asked.
My eyes wandered to his face, thinking he looked extra yummy despite the danger looming behind his gaze. I peeked behind him at Quin and Felix, remembering that damned word. “Vanilla,” my voice came out as a shaky whisper.
Pulling a rope that was behind me, Lucifer raised my arms high in the air. Forced to stand on my tiptoes, my torso stretched, and my breasts almost spilled out of the lingerie from the position he put me in. I tried to wiggle my hands, but I couldn’t budge.
Felix walked over with some kind of small pole in his hands that had cuffs on each end.
Lucifer tilted his head, making my attention snap back to him. Felix was doing something with my ankles, but my eyes remained locked on Lucifer. “And when do you use it?” He continued.
Right now! This was a lot, and my eyes were already glossy for some reason. I always cried whenever I did sexual stuff, but they were never tears of sadness. “When I want to stop,” I answered.
He nodded. “Try to remember that,” he smirked. “By the time we each have our turn with this little pussy,” he suddenly cupped me, his middle finger running along my slit.
I gasped, trying to close my legs. Whatever contraption Felix strapped to my ankles immediately spread further, making my legs open wide. Oh shit.
Lucifer pushed a finger into me, and I let out a low moan. His lips lowered to mine, where they teasingly hovered. “You’ll be so stupid that you won’t remember. I promise,” he said heatedly.
Just as quickly as his finger was inserted, he yanked his finger out of me and stepped away. My hips jolted forward, wanting more.
Felix ran his hands up my torso, cupping my breasts. I let out a small sound, my pussy clenching with need. I wanted them all. Lucifer said I was
getting all of them, and I hoped that was true.
“Awe, Pretty Baby, look how cute you look all tied up and crying for us,” he softly stroked my face, but the smirk on his lips made me shiver. He turned to look at my other vampires. “What should we do with you now?” He asked, lowering himself to my face.
With rounded eyes, I listened to the others circle around me like lions ready to attack and pray on a lamb. It was impossible to hide my arousal from them; they could sense it, and even if I lied, they’d call my bluff.
Staring into his red eyes, I sealed my fate with two words. “Punish me?”
My breathing was heavy with anticipation as Eugene approached with a strip of black silk. He stopped in front of me and smirked, eyeing me slowly. Damn this outfit! Beneath his stare, I squirmed uncomfortably.
He seemed all too pleased as he covered my eyes with the blindfold. I gasped at my sudden lack of vision, but his lips immediately occupied my mouth as they crashed into mine. He kissed me harshly, devouring my mouth.
Feeling his hand between my legs, I moaned into his mouth. I pulled against the rope, desperate to touch him. Being restrained and blindfolded made it difficult to focus on anything but his hands on me.
He pulled away, leaving me gasping for air. His fingers were slowly stroking my slit. I shivered, wishing I could see him. He chuckled lowly. “You’re so fucking wet. You’re so pathetic, Love, aren’t you?” He rasped.
Another pair of hands were suddenly cupping my breasts, squeezing them, and pinching my nipples. “Theo,” I gasped, feeling him stand behind me.
Eugene’s finger slid into me, making a new wave of goosebumps cover my body. He pushed his finger into me several times–with harsh, ungentle movements. “Say it,” Eugene ordered. “Say you’re a pathetic little slut.”
Blushing, I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. At my lack of response, he added another finger and quickened his pace, roughly fucking into me. I moaned while trying to close my legs, but the bar between my ankles wouldn’t allow it. I didn’t want to say that… It was embarrassing.
One of Theo’s hands left my breast. I felt his hand cup my ass cheek before he moved lower, accessing my entrance from behind–not before tapping the end of the butt plug, sending shivers up my spine. I whimpered as his finger joined Eugene’s fingers inside of me. Theo gently kissed behind my ear. “Say it, or I’ll add another finger,” he threatened. “What do you think, Eugene? How many fingers can her pussy take until her knees give out?” He teased.
My body froze with pleasure, and both of them pushing into me made my eyes roll back. Holy shit…
Eugene chuckled. “As many as it takes for her to listen,” he rasped.
Okay, it was time to be a good girl. Three fingers were enough. “I’m your
pathetic slut,” I moaned out, being sure to make that correction.
Quin made a sound of approval somewhere in the room, and I knew I’d made the right decision.
Eugene hummed, pulling his fingers out of me. “Wait–” I gasped, suddenly feeling empty as Theo pulled out of me too. I didn’t–they didn’t–I didn’t cum!
“You thought it’d be that easy, Love? You’re going to have to work for it if you want to cum,” he explained, amusement in his cruel tone.
My girly parts throbbed, missing being filled.
Theo moved away from behind me, and I felt lost again, having no idea where any of them were in the room.
I heard movement over by the wall across from me.
“Baby,” Duke said gently. I relaxed, feeling his hand run down my side. “Do you have any idea of how worried we were last night?” He asked.
I nodded my head, guilt filling me. “I’m sorry,” I said honestly.
He gripped my hip. “I know, Baby,” he said in a comforting tone. “You’re going to show us just how sorry you are,” he added, giving my lips a gentle kiss. He gave my ass a slight slap that I barely felt compared to Dane and Felix’s. “So, be my good girl and count them out for us.”
Count what?
His hand left me, and his presence was replaced with a much more intense one. I tilted my head up, even though I couldn’t see. “Felix?” I guessed.
A sudden smack stung my ass, and I gasped out. “Ouch!” I pouted. “Daddy, that hurt,” I cried.
He ran his big hand over where he hit me. It definitely wasn’t a hand that hit my ass. I bet it was one of the torture devices on the wall. “Awe, poor Baby,” he taunted, with no sympathy in his tone. “You forgot to count. Now we have to start all over,” he chimed.
I whimpered, “But–”
“Lucifer, do you have anything to shut her up?” Felix asked.
I tensed. I already couldn’t move or see! I’d like to keep my mouth. “No, no, no, I’ll be quiet.” They weren’t playing around.
“I do,” Lucifer whispered in his low tone next to me. I flinched to the other side, not expecting him to be so close. I felt his thumb touch my lips. “Her jaw will be sore enough by the end of the day without a gag in her mouth,” he chuckled. I felt his lips touch my ear, sending tickles down my spine. “So, shut your fucking mouth,” he said harshly.
Wetness flooded out of me, soaking my thighs. I nodded, immediately submitting to him. I wouldn’t dare argue with him (or any of them, for that matter). Maybe Duke, but not today.
I felt his thumb leave my lips and swallowed hard. Another harsh sting pained my ass, and I cried out: “One!”
“Good girl,” Quin commented. “If you’re as sorry as you say you are, tell us,” he ordered.
Felix slapped my ass again, and I flinched against the ropes. “Two,” I winced. “I’m sorry, Quin,” I started.
Another slap was heard in the room, and I cried out, tears escaping from the blindfold. “Th–three,” I cried. “I’m sorry, Daddy!”
“Which one?” Theo mumbled, and I heard a slap in the room, but it wasn’t on my ass, thank goodness. “My bad,” Theo whispered, but I heard it.
Felix rubbed his hand over my ass cheek, soothing the burning sensation. “Only five more, Baby,” he cooed.
Five?! My ass hurt so badly already. I did really want to show them how sorry I was, though… If this was what it took, I could do it.
“I love you, Elora.”
I raised my eyebrows in surprise, and my heart swelled with love. I knew he loved me, but I never thought I’d actually hear him say it–even if it was only in my head.
I cried out as Felix swatted me again. “Four! I’m sorry, Dane,” I sobbed. “Thank you, Angel,” Dane said happily from across the room.
“Five,” I panted, trying not to scream. It hurt horribly, but my pussy clenched every time the assumed paddle connected with my skin. “I’m sorry, Theo.”
“Oh, I’m not upset, Princess. I’m here because it’s fun,” I could hear the smirk in his tone.
That was very on-brand for him, and I adored him for it. With the burning on my ass, I couldn’t even crack a smile at him.
My body shook as Felix struck me again. “S–six,” I let out a high-pitched whimper, feeling Felix soothe my burning cheek with his hand again. “I’m so sorry, Eugene!” I called out with tears running down my face, escaping the blindfold.
For the last time, Felix struck my ass swiftly. This one was harder than the rest, and I screamed. “Se–seven!” I grabbed the rope around my wrist, squeezing it as my body shook again. “I’m s–sorry, Duke,” I cried, taking shaky breaths.
I’d never do anything bad again. This punishment wasn’t worth going against their direction. My booty hurt so bad I was scared to see how it looked.
The ropes shifted, and my arms were lowered. The blindfold was gently removed, and I blinked a few times, my vision slightly blurry from the tears.
Quin began to untie my wrists while Felix removed the evil bar of torture from my ankles. Felix freed my ankles quickly, and I closed my legs, wincing as the bodysuit material brushed against my ass.
Quin studied me as if making sure I was still okay. “You did wonderfully, Doll.” The corner of his mouth turned up in a proud smile. My shoulders relaxed, and I gave him a small smile. “How are you feeling?” He asked as he finished freeing my wrists.
I glanced at Felix. “Very sorry. And in desperate need of an ice pack,” I answered honestly.
Theo approached out of nowhere, now wearing nothing but boxers. “You can sit on my cold meat, Princess,” he smirked.
My mouth dropped open, astounded at his lack of a filter. I just got my ass beat, and he was making jokes. I admit, it was kind of funny–but still.
All my other guys let out a quiet sigh in unison. I wouldn’t have heard it if it were just one of them. Every single one of them shot Theo a warning look.
Unbothered by their stares, Theo simply smirked, gently taking my hands out of Quin’s. He gave me his signature charming smile as he laid on the bed, skillfully placing me on top of him. “Glare all you want. You’re the ones watching with hard-ons as I fuck her,” he boasted.
Wait, he was serious? I knew Lucifer said I’d get them all, but if I did my math correctly, the spanking canceled that out. Nerves filled me–not about having sex with them–I was thrilled about that part. My concern was that I already felt worn out.
Looking down at Theo, I still felt small, although I was the one on top. He was a massive man; they all were. I bit my lip, not knowing how to… start. Could his dick even bend backward that way? “Uh, what do I do?” I questioned.
“Lift your hips, Princess,” he said with a gentle smile. I hovered over him momentarily as he pulled his dick out of his boxers. I raised my eyebrows, looking under me at his dick. My face twisted in both terror and awe. He was the length of my freaking forearm! Were any of them going to go in easily, or were they all massive?
Chalking it up to well-endowment being a vampire thing, I tried not to focus on how it would obliterate me in a few seconds.
He grabbed the base of his dick, propping it up. With his free hand, he moved my hips, positioning me over him. “Sit,” he instructed with a raise of his eyebrows.
I placed my hands on his muscular chest, using him as leverage so I wouldn’t fall off him. Slowly lowering myself onto him, I gasped at the stretching sensation. It took a few extra seconds, but I was finally back to sitting on him. Only now, his dick was buried inside me. The new position felt strange, in the best way, of course.
Theo sucked in a breath while looking down between us, and I felt him twitch inside me. Biting his lip between his teeth, he gripped my hips. His expression turned back into a smile. “Good?” He asked.
I nodded. I was more than good. If he looked at me like that again, however, I’d cum instantly.
He looked distracted, glancing between our connected bodies and my face. “Good girl, now just move however you’d like. Find what feels good, and ride me like there’s no tomorrow,” he grinned.
I could do that! Although I was very aware of my other guys watching, and being on top gave me stage fright.
Noticing my hesitation, Theo grabbed my hips again, slowly lifting me off him and pulling me back down. I moaned quietly, feeling him deep inside me. I liked this angle; he was so deep inside me, and it felt amazing.
Still using my hips, he pushed and pulled me against him. I arched my back, lifting my sore ass off him and back down along with him. “That’s my girl,” he moaned.
Shifting slightly, I found a different angle that felt better. Theo kept his hands on my hips but allowed me to move however I wanted. Being on top was nice; they never let me have control.
The bed shifted, and a heavy body was suddenly behind me. I cocked my eyebrow, stopping my movements to look behind us.
I blinked a few times at Dane, confused. He was naked, and my greedy eyes were quick to look. Of course, he was big. Why wouldn’t he be? There was a strong vampire-ish theme here… Why was he on the bed? Especially when Theo and I were in the middle of something.
In his hand was that clear lotion that Duke had in his bedside drawer. “What’s that?” I asked.
Dane smiled at me. “Lube. It makes it easier for my dick to fit into your little ass,” he said casually.
My mouth dropped open. Excuse me? Wait–I turned to Duke, giving him a shocked look, “Why did you have this?!”
Duke’s lips slowly turned into a small devious smirk as he looked away. Theo suddenly thrust into me, causing pleasure to ripple through my body.
I made a sound between a whimper and a moan at the unexpectedness of it. Theo gave me a stern gaze. “He’s gonna fuck your ass, Princess. Now, bend down,” he explained bluntly.
Okay then…
I leaned down with his dick still buried inside me, resting my chest against his. He glanced behind me at Dane. “Be a pal and hurry up. I’m dying over here,” he sounded frustrated.
Dane sighed in annoyance. He took a breath to respond, but Quin beat him to the punch. “Theo, one more snide comment, and you’ll be the one with a ball gag,” Quin warned.
Theo pressed his lips together, amusement evident on his face. I actually liked Theo and his jokes. Was this the best time for it? No. Still, it makes me less nervous. Everyone else was so serious; it scared me.
Dane shifted behind me again and lightly tapped on the plug in my ass, making my butt feel weird. Dane ran his hand over my ass cheeks a few times. “Are you okay with this, Angel?” He asked.
Uh. I thought it was weird–really weird. I was willing to try it, though. It felt okay when Eugene fingered my ass, so I hoped it wouldn’t be as bad as it sounded. I was looking at Theo but nodded at Dane. “Yeah, just go slow, okay?”
Dane chuckled. “Of course.”
The plug was taken out of me, and I tensed. I should’ve been used to it by now after having it removed and put back in for the past few days. Eugene showed me how to take it out for bathroom breaks and whatnot. He requested that I keep it in as often as possible so I’d only remove it to use the bathroom, shower, and sleep. I could do it myself, but having someone else do it felt extra weird.
Theo placed a small kiss to the tip of my nose, and I smiled at him. His dick inside me was rock hard, and I think both of us were growing impatient. This was torture. He put his finger under my chin, lifting my head to his lips. He kissed me, and I opened my mouth for him. I massaged his tongue with my own, feeling my core pulsing with want.
As we made out, Dane put something cold on my ass. I didn’t know exactly what he was doing, but a lot was going on back there, to say the least. I tried to focus on the kiss instead, but I became rigid when I felt something much bigger than a finger or plug against my hole.
“Relax,” Dane reminded gently. There was pressure as he slowly pushed into me. The feeling was incredibly strange. It didn’t exactly hurt, probably because he was being very gentle, but it was uncomfortable. Having sex for the first time hurt horribly. In comparison, this was nothing.
Feeling his torso against my ass, I knew he was entirely in me. I felt so full, and there was definitely a mild stretching sting from the two of them being in me at the same time, but it wasn’t unpleasant.
Dane gently ran his hand over my ass cheek, which was still incredibly hot and sore from Felix. “Are you okay? Do you need a few more minutes to–”
“I’m okay.” I think I’d die if I had to stay still for another second. I’d waited patiently; now, I wanted them to fuck me.
Dane slapped my ass, making me flinch. “Watch the attitude,” he warned.
Theo wrapped his arms around my lower waist, hugging me to him. “Let us do the work. We don’t want you to hurt yourself, Princess,” he explained.
“That’s my job,” Lucifer said from somewhere in the room. I raised my eyebrows but nodded at Theo. “Okay.”
An intense shiver rippled through me as Theo rocked his hips, pushing into me. I moaned quietly, finally getting what I wanted.
Theo held my hips down, so I couldn’t move them even if I wanted to. Dane didn’t move as Theo’s thrusts became faster, hitting that deep spot in me that made my eyes roll back.
I watched Theo in awe as his lips parted in pleasure. Soft moans escaped his lips as his gaze was cast down between us. I ran my hands through his hair, wanting to touch him, but my options were limited in this position.
I gasped, feeling movement that wasn’t Theo’s. Dane slowly pulled out of my ass before going back in. I squeezed my fist around Theo’s hair, the sensation of them thrusting into me at different times was overwhelming.
Dane’s hands were placed on my hips, pulling me back onto him. Their movements worked together, using me like I weighed nothing. Theo was pushing me down, and Dane was rocking my hips.
The room filled with my moans and wet sounds as liquid poured out of my pussy. I liked this more than I thought I would…
“Look at how much our little slut likes being filled with cock,” Felix chuckled. I gazed up at him as he moved to the side of the bed. Despite the blush that painted my cheeks, I couldn’t stop moaning as Dane and Theo sped up in unison. Felix watched me with an evil smirk as he began undoing his belt.
Curious as to what he planned on doing, I turned to look at him. Theo suddenly started roughly bouncing me on top of him, our thighs slapping
together. I cried out, pulling his hair more, all curiosity vanishing. Deep inside me, I felt the familiar tingles start to build. Dane also took the opportunity to speed up, his own groans escaping his lips.
Dane gave my ass a slap, and I moaned, the pain still very much so present. “Such a good girl, using your desperate little holes to show us how sorry you are,” Dane rasped.
I heard Felix’s pants unzip and hazily looked up at him. I blinked, watching him pull his dick out, holding his massive size by the base.
My mouth watered, knowing what he planned to do. I struggled to hold back moans as my core clenched around Theo and Dane. Theo smirked, not looking away from my face as he pounded into me impossibly faster. My legs felt like jelly, and I cried again, but I loved this.
Theo tilted his head at me. “I can feel your greedy pussy pulsing, Princess,” he said teasingly. “Are you going to cum?” He taunted in a sympathetic voice.
Feeling like I was seconds away from my release, I could only whimper. I nodded, pleading with my eyes.
Theo kept his eyes on me. “This is a punishment. Do you think you deserve to cum?” He asked.
I was fighting my orgasm with everything in me, knowing I’d be in more trouble if I came without their permission. I wanted to scream yes at the top of my lungs and beg them, but I had a better idea.
With my doe eyes, I blinked up at Theo. “It’s not u–up to me,” I struggled to say through moans. As much as I desperately needed this, it was important to me that they knew I really was sorry. They needed to understand that I knew I deserved this.
Theo raised his eyebrows with a pleased expression. His eyes looked far away for a moment, and I knew they were talking through their mind-link. He smirked at me, pulling my waist tighter against him, keeping the same fast pace. “Cum for us, Princess.”
Before he even finished his sentence, I came. My legs shook from the intensity as I moaned into the thick air around us.
I whimpered when they didn’t slow down. I just needed a second to collect myself. My pussy was dripping down Theo’s dick, and my legs trembled around him. “Wait–” I panted.
“Ah ah ah, Angel,” Dane rasped out, sounding more stern than usual. “No breaks,” he denied.
It was too much. I didn’t think I could go much longer if they didn’t give me time to recuperate between orgasms.
My moans turned to desperate whimpers as Theo’s thrusts got harder and messier. “Theo!” I cried out, close to my orgasm again so soon after my last one.
Dane’s grip on my hips tightened, almost painfully, as a string of deep, sexy whimpers left him. His thrusts also got sloppier, and I knew it wouldn’t be long until they came.
Exhausted, limbs shaking, and overstimulated, I slowly blinked down at Theo, watching his eyebrows tighten in pleasure. I felt his dick twitch before he slammed my waist down on him again before groaning lowly. “Fuck Princess, I’m going to cum so deep in that hot little cunt,” he moaned in a strained voice.
His dirty words went straight to my girly parts and pushed me over the edge. For the second time, I came all over his dick, soaking it. I cried out in pleasure as warm liquid filled both my pussy and my ass.
Dane slowly pulled out of me, making me shudder. I’d never liked how it felt when they pulled out of me. Sometimes I wish they would just stay forever.
Dane placed a lingering kiss on the back of my neck. “You did so good, Angel,” he said before the bed shifted, and he was gone.
Theo gave me a big kiss, keeping me in his arms as he skillfully turned us around so he was on top of me. He gently pulled out of me, and I felt very leaky and sticky between my legs. I groggily glanced down before looking at Dane, who was pulling up a pair of boxers, then up at Theo. “We made a mess,” I mumbled.
Theo smirked, his eyes roaming my body. “That was the plan,” he commented before he got off the bed.
Felix suddenly grabbed me under my arms and pulled me to the edge of the bed. My body was still fully on the bed, but my neck was placed on the edge, making my head hang loosely.
I raised my eyebrows, looking up at Felix with his massive dick still eagerly in his hand. “Open,” he ordered.
My mouth opened immediately, and he quickly pushed his dick into my mouth. “Relax your throat, Baby,” he instructed.
The bed shifted again. I desperately wanted to look and see who it was, but I didn’t dare move from the position Felix had me in.
Felix pushed himself past my mouth and down my stretched throat, letting out a throaty moan. I moaned around him, happy that I was making him feel good.
Gentle hands caressed my thighs before spreading them again. Eugene. He knelt between my legs, running his hands up and down before grabbing my feet. He lifted them and opened me wide, almost into a split. “Grab your thighs and don’t let go, Love,” he said.
Anything for him. I reached down and placed my hands just above the underside of my knees, holding my thighs open.
Felix pulled away, and I took a big breath, my heart pounding. He peered down at me darkly. “Bad girls who misbehave don’t get to breathe,” he warned before his dick was down my throat again. He thrusted his hips lightly, and I felt my throat extend each time he pushed in.
More tears fell down my face, and I fought the urge to gag as he repeatedly hit the back of my throat.
There was pressure on my asshole again, and I tensed. Eugene ran his hand up my torso, grabbing and massaging one of my breasts. “You’re the prettiest little thing I’ve ever seen,” he mumbled. If my mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied, I’d smile.
Felix pulled out of me just as Eugene pushed into me, and I gasped, squeezing my thighs. I didn’t think I’d cum from anal; it felt good–just not the same kind of toe-curling mouth-watering good. That was okay, though. I was perfectly satisfied already and needed a break anyways.
Felix gave me a few seconds to catch my breath as he rubbed his tip against my swollen lips. I stuck my tongue out, licking it. He narrowed his eyes at me like he’d taken the lick as a challenge. His hands shifted my head back further, and his dick was down my throat again, thrusting deeper and more viciously. “I think you’re enjoying this punishment too much, Baby.”
I mean… Yeah, duh. The spanking was horrible, but I loved sex and being as close as possible with them. I just wished they would slow down a bit. I was tired.
Eugene rocked his hips, making me moan around Felix.
My body went rigid when I heard a familiar buzzing. The evil microphone of death. I hated that thing. It was entirely too much for my poor clit to handle. Felix chuckled. “Awe, Baby, what’s wrong?” He said with false sympathy.
He pulled out long enough for me to take a single breath of air before thrusting down my throat again.
My body flinched as Eugene placed the torture device on my clit. I whimpered as my legs tried to close despite my hands holding them open. Eugene thrust into me harshly, giving my thigh a slap. “You keep those fucking legs open,” he warned.
I pulled my legs, spreading them back to their original place. I was a moaning mess, my clit throbbing as I felt an orgasm building.
Felix let me breathe again when he pulled away. I coughed a few times, my throat raw and my jaw sore. I took several breaths, moaning and looking down, too curious to see what Eugene was doing.
He was thrusting into me, his delicious abs flexing in the red glow of the room. In his hand was the toy, placed on my girly parts. His lips were turned up in a satisfied smirk as he watched me.
His thumb moved on a dial, and the vibrations became impossibly more powerful. With the change of speed, I instantly came, crying and moaning. “Your pussy is so fucking wet,” Eugene moaned, pushing a finger into me.
My mouth fell open in pleasure, and Felix took the opportunity to fuck my throat again. “Such a good slut, taking this Daddy dick down your tight little throat,” Felix rasped, thrusting sloppily.
Drool was escaping my lips as I moaned, my mind starting to slip away from me. My chest was rising and falling rapidly, the pleasure consuming me.
I squeezed my thighs again, reminding myself to keep them open.
Eugene curled his finger, hitting that spot I loved so much. I flinched, my legs starting to shake. He was stimulating everything, my clit, pussy, and my ass.
At this rate, I’d tap out before I got through them all. I couldn’t have that,
so I needed to finish them off.
Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked on Felix’s cock, bobbing my head along with his thrusts. He closed his eyes, softly moaning. “Fucking hell, Baby, don’t stop,” he demanded.
I happily sucked and licked his perfect dick, the lack of oxygen making my head spin slightly.
Once again, I came again without enough time to recuperate. I held my shaky legs open for Eugene as he viciously pounded into my ass. “Your ass feels so fucking good. You’re such a good girl,” he moaned, turning up the vibrations again.
My attempted scream came out as muffled high-pitched moans. I wasn’t even over my orgasm when I was forced to cum again, my eyes fogging as tears of pleasure and pain cascaded down my cheeks.
Eugene moaned lowly as he came, shooting the warm liquid into my ass. He pulled his finger out of me and took the evil microphone away from my clit. He gently pulled out of me, and I let go of my thighs. My body went limp, my legs shaking and my girly parts throbbing.
Felix’s hands on my head started viciously pulling me to him. A string of animalistic growls and grunts left his lips as he spilled his yummy liquid down my throat.
I swallowed big gulps, surprised at how much was coming out of him. I didn’t waste a drop, licking his tip as he pulled out of my throat.
I gasped for air, grateful for the oxygen. I coughed and whimpered, my body feeling like a sticky, sloppy mess.
Felix shifted my body, so I was lying on the pillows again. His thumbs ran under my eyes, wiping away tears. “You’re the most beautiful disaster I’ve ever seen,” he eyed me cautiously for a few moments. “Now, get on your knees and put your face in the pillow so Duke can have his turn with your filthy little pussy,” He cocked an eyebrow at me.
My heart pounded, and I hazily focused on Duke as he stood from the chair, removing his shirt. Yummy. I shifted, my body shaking as my muscles wanted to give out. At least Duke would go easy on me; he’d always been my saving grace. He wouldn’t torture me like the others.
On my knees with my back arched, I rested my cheek on the pillow. I had no gauge on time, my mind was clouded, and my thoughts were jumbled.
Soon enough, Duke was behind me, gently rubbing his hands over my back. “Baby?” He asked gently.
I blinked over my shoulder at him. “Hm?” I questioned, too exhausted to move or talk.
A deep look of concern was on his face as he gently ran his thumb down my cheeks, collecting any tears that escaped after Felix wiped them away. “Are you okay?” He asked.
I slowly nodded, filled with hope that at least one of my guys was going to take it easy on me.
He studied my dazed expression for a few seconds before he nodded. He took both my hands and placed them on two small pillars on the headboard. “Don’t let go,” he instructed with a pointed look.
I slowly nodded, a bit confused. Okay?
He didn’t break eye contact with me as I waited for an explanation. Without warning, he roughly thrust all the way into my pussy, immediately pounding into me.
I screamed out, not ready for the roughness. “Duke!” I cried as he fucked me like he hated me. If my hands weren’t holding the pillars, I would have hit my head on the headboard with the force he put into each thrust.
The bed shook, and I felt like his dick was tearing me in half. “Don’t you
Duke me,” he seethed. “Do you have any idea how worried I was?” He asked,
his hands on my hips, pulling me back onto him.
I whimpered, but the pleasure outweighed the guilt.
“You come home drunk, in the arms of some boy,” he grunted out, my ass clapping against his groin. “Stumbling into the house at three in the morning, then begging us to fuck you,” he added.
My eyes rolled back as I moaned. I didn’t remember doing that, but Duke sure did, and he wasn’t happy with me. “I–I’m sorry,” I tried.
My hair was pulled, forcing me to look up. In front of us, just above the pillars, there was a mirror. “Look at yourself. Does that look like a good girl to you?” He asked, his voice dripping with venom.
In a haze, I took in my appearance. My hair had fallen out of the neat braids I had done earlier. Tear stains and fresh tears covered my rosy pink cheeks. My lips were slightly parted in pleasure and puffy from sucking Felix off.
My breasts bounced with each thrust, and a sheer coat of sweat clung to
my skin. My back was so arched that I could see my red ass, with rectangular marks and handprints all over it, bouncing as Duke fucked me.
I looked at Duke in the mirror, his eyes were bright red, and his eyebrows were knitted in anger. His jaw was clenched, looking much more handsome than I should’ve thought at this moment.
“N–no,” I panted while shaking my head. I definitely didn’t look like his good girl right now.
“No, you don’t,” he repeated. “You look like a naughty little slut,” he moaned, thrusting hard into me. His pace slowed, but he put more power into his thrusts. “Next time you try making big girl decisions, remember this moment,” he growled into my ear.
With a moan, my core clenched around his ruthless dick, desperate for another release. Trying not to cum, I bit my lip. I shouldn’t have enjoyed this, but I did. I loved it.
Duke’s thrusts got harder, and I heard soft, muffled moans escape him. “Remember what a pathetic little baby you are,” he gave me a dark look in the mirror as his face mixed with pleasure. “A dumb little cock slut who needs her fucking daddies to make decisions for her,” he grunted as he pulled my pussy flat against the base of his dick and filled me with his cum.
My orgasm rippled through my entire body, making my legs go numb. I fell limp against the bed as Duke pulled out of me. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I felt like gravity was pulling me down, begging me to sleep.
Duke grabbed my hips, turning me onto my back. “Elora,” he started. I opened my eyes, looking up at him. He had an arm on each side of my head,
holding himself above me. “If you ever behave that way again, I’ll lock you in this room with Lucifer, Felix, and Quin. And I won’t come save you no matter how much you scream and beg, do you understand?” He warned; the cold tone of his voice sent a shiver down my spine.
I quickly nodded, absolutely terrified, looking up at him with wide eyes.
He studied my face as if making sure his threat sank into my soul. It did.
He slowly nodded, placing a small kiss on my forehead.
Duke got off the bed, and I took note of everyone’s shocked expressions. Theo’s mouth was literally agape as he handed Eugene a crisp hundred Dollar bill. Eugene took it, pocketing it immediately with a smug grin.
Quin approached me, pulling his shirt over his head. “Can you move at all, Doll?” He asked.
I tried to lift my leg with all my might, but it shook horribly before it fell to the bed again.
Quin chuckled, smirking down at me, “They went a little too rough on you, didn’t they?” He asked, but there was a clear taunting in his tone. Uh oh.
Lucifer walked around the corner, shirtless with black boxers on. He gazed down at me with a lit candle in his hand. “Her pussy works. That’s all we need,” he smirked at me.
I couldn’t… I couldn’t do this anymore. I wanted to sleep so badly. My legs were numb, and my girly parts, ass, thighs, and bed were a sticky mess.
But… I wanted them. I’d never even seen Lucifer’s dick. He hasn’t fucked me for some God-forsaken reason, and I was over it. I could do this. If I died, at least I would die happy and satisfied.
Quin took his boxers off, lifting me off the bed for a moment. He laid down, placing me on top of him with my back resting against his muscle- covered front. I felt his dick poking my ass and whimpered. This might actually be the death of me.
Quin placed his hands on my breasts before he grabbed the material of my slutty bodysuit and tore it in half. I gasped, shocked that he ruined such a pretty outfit so easily. It kinda grew on me…
I was way past being embarrassed about being naked. Truthfully, I couldn’t bring myself to care about anything except Quin’s hands on my body. All my other senses were lessened as my body felt like it was on fire. Every touch felt like lightning, and I could cum the second they put their dicks in me at this point. My poor pussy definitely got used and abused today, and they weren’t even done with me.
Left in the red lacy stockings and absolutely nothing else, I tried to prepare for what was to come.
Quin lifted my hips, and I felt his tip push at my asshole. I raised my upper body, propping myself up and resting my hands behind me on his chest. Bending my legs, I placed my feet on either side of his thighs. I basically put myself in a bridge position over Quin, wanting to be comfortable.
“Good girl,” Quin kissed behind my ear, sending tickles down my neck.
He still supported most of my weight, which I was thankful for.
He placed his hand on my lower stomach, pushing me down onto him. I moaned softly, enjoying the stretch despite the tenderness.
Lucifer placed the candle on the nightstand, letting the wax drip down into a small cup at the base of the candle. He turned to me, eyeing me hungrily. He didn’t look away from me as he removed his boxers.
I widened my eyes, seeing a silver hoop piercing at the tip of his dick.
…Lucifer scared me. Anyone who could go through that kind of pain for fun is definitely a borderline sociopath. Obviously, I loved him, but he was genuinely terrifying, especially right now.
With greedy eyes, I lustfully watched him as he got on the bed, positioning himself between my legs. He eyed my body for a second before he grabbed the base of his dick. He looked at me with hooded eyes as he teasingly ran his tip along my soaking slit.
Quin thrust up into me slowly, almost as if the two were playing a sick game. They weren’t doing anything, even though they knew that I was on the verge of my breaking point.
Impatiently, I threw my head back and gently rocked my hips. I rubbed my pussy against Lucifer and fucked myself on Quin. Eager for them to use me, I moaned.
Lucifer smirked, just barely pushing his tip into me.
In confusion, I groggily blinked up at the vampire. “Daddy?” I pouted. He hadn’t fucked me at all, and now that he was, he wasn’t giving me enough. I knew he was holding back, and I didn’t like it one bit.
Holding his dick in one hand, he gripped my thigh with the other. “Yes, Kitten?” He asked innocently, like he didn’t know exactly what he was doing.
He thrust into me, derailing my train of thought as he did so. Humming in pleasure, I looked up at Lucifer. “Why aren’t you doing anything?” I mumbled out. I knew he thought I was pretty, and I knew he loved me, but why was he always holding back from going all the way with me? “Don’t you want me?” I asked.
Lucifer tilted his head as if my question was absurd. “Want you?” He repeated. He smirked. “Yes, Baby, I want you.” He slowly pushed himself into
me, and I gasped at the unfamiliar sensation of his piercing stroking against my walls.
For a split second, he and Quin shared an evil look before they both suddenly started fucking into me with no remorse. I screamed out in tenderness and pleasure, pathetically feeling my orgasm nearing already.
Lucifer’s hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing the sides of it, making my head feel funny. “I want you to beg, to cry, to plead, whimper, and bleed,” he said in his low tone.
I parted my lips but literally couldn’t make any noise. His grip was tight, and I felt myself fading. Even as he and Quin railed me, my vision pulsed, and wetness pooled out of me. I liked this, but I was worried I might pass out. I slowly blinked at him, my reality fading.
…
My world went completely black for a few seconds. When I opened my eyes again, Quin was holding my upper body while Lucifer was using my hips as leverage as he pounded into me over the both of them.
I moaned, feeling a bundle of nerves in the pit of my stomach.
Lucifer smirked down at me. “Awe, Kitten, did we wake you?” He teased.
My mouth dropped open in shock. He choked me until I passed out. It didn’t hurt; I just felt pressure.
Quin grabbed me around the throat, pulling me down close to his face. His lips were by my ear as he picked up his pace. “If you’re so tired, let’s put you to sleep, Doll,” he said threateningly. My pussy was dripping, but I wasn’t sure about this. Was it safe? It didn’t hurt… His thumb and middle finger squeezed the sides of my throat again, and I whimpered.
I’d known that I was a sexually demented person since Duke took my virginity, and I preferred some pain. But to enjoy being used while unconscious… was beyond my own comprehension.
Quin chuckled, watching the tears run down my face. “Look how scared she looks. Fuck, it makes my dick hard,” he said into my ear.
My eyes started closing again, the bundle getting harder to keep together.
This was so wrong, and I felt guilty for enjoying it.
My body fell limp in their arms again as I lost consciousness.
…
The sound of my moaning and an intense, almost painful pleasure brought me back to reality. I hazily looked around, seeing Lucifer thrusting viciously into me. He narrowed his eyes at me, a look of satisfaction on his gorgeous face.
Unlike my other guys, Quin and Lucifer slowed way down after my orgasm, giving me time to collect myself. At least, that was what I thought until Lucifer reached his long arm over and grabbed the candle. I hadn’t a clue what he planned to use it for, but my mind was too far lost in pleasure to care.
Quin grabbed my hair, moving the messy braids back so they dangled above his chest. “This is going to hurt, Doll. Be a good girl scream for us,” he warned.
Hurt? I could barely think, let alone try and guess what they were about to do to me. I moaned as Lucifer picked up his pace. “She’s a dirty little painslut; she’ll cum the second the wax hits her skin,” he smirked down at me.
I widened my eyes, trying to focus on the candle in his hands. Hot wax? Were they insane? It was going to burn my skin. I whimpered. “Please don’t, Daddy–” I tried.
I screamed as a few drops of burning wax fell on the valley between my breasts. It hurt, but it was a good kind of pain.
Lucifer grabbed my face, holding my cheeks firmly as he leaned down toward me. “You don’t make the rules in this room, Kitten,” he informed. He slipped his tongue out and licked the tears off my cheek. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it, I can feel how wet your little cunt just got,” he said darkly.
A shiver coursed through my body, the safe word on the tip of my tongue. This was overwhelming. I was overstimulated and completely physically and emotionally drained.
Quin slapped my ass, and I cried out, feeling my legs finally give out from under me. Quin was quick to catch me before I fell. He moaned, his thrusts getting sloppy. “It’s okay, Doll. Hold on for us a little longer,” he rasped out, knowing I was about to tap out or pass out–for real this time, and longer than a few seconds.
Lucifer poured more wax on me, a few drops on my breasts and a few dangerously close to my pussy. I flinched as each drop hit my skin, the burning sensation making my core clench.
Lucifer moaned, looking down at me. “Look at you, covered in cum, sweat, drool, and tears. Such a pretty little mess we’ve created,” he looked down at me in awe. As if I was a literal art project, he looked satisfied with their creation.
Quin took control of my hips, pushing me down on him as he moaned. “Fuck, Baby, you’re going to make me cum,” he warned.
I bit my lip, looking at Lucifer with a dreamy gaze. “Please, Daddy,” I pleaded. I wanted to make him feel good too.
His eyebrows pushed together as he gripped my breasts hard, pinching my nipples. “Beg, Kitten,” he ordered.
I felt warm liquid in my ass as Quin came and whimpered. He pulled out of me, skillfully moving out from under me.
Without Quin’s support, I fell onto my back, Lucifer’s dick still buried in me as he pounded me into the mattress. I couldn’t stop moaning. “I–I want you to cum in me,” I tried, a bit embarrassed as he gazed down at me.
He sounded strained as he cocked his eyebrow at me. “You can do better, Kitten,” he rasped.
My body flinched violently as he gave me a few deep hard thrusts, sending me into blissful oblivion. “Please, Daddy! I can’t k–keep going, I need you to cum,” I cried while hot tears cascaded down my cheeks.
He let out a low moan followed by whimpers as he finally came, lazily thrusting into me even after he emptied himself. I moaned, flinching and twitching.
My body felt like a gummy worm. I had no bones or muscles, and the ones I could feel were tender and sore. Every part of my body ached. Finally allowing my eyes to close, I focused on breathing, taking deep breaths. My jaw, pussy, ass, back, and thighs got the worst of it, and I didn’t even want to think about walking. I didn’t think standing was possible, even with regular (non-gummy) legs.
I’d never do anything remotely bad again. I loved a lot of aspects of what happened, but I hated that it was a punishment. Guilt filled me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if they were still mad. I’d never seen Duke so angry… I really did give this my all. I hoped they could see how sorry I truly was.
“Elora?” Lucifer said gently, pulling out of me and wrapping me in his arms. He sat up with me in his lap. “Baby, you’re okay,” he placed a kiss on the side of my head.
Suddenly, I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. Every emotion I didn’t have time to feel crashed into me at once, and I broke down. I dropped my head in my hands, sobbing into them.
