Delicate Revenge: Breaking Belles

And I wanted him more than ever. He broke all the rules I’d been raised with my whole life—always do what’s expected of you; never make waves. No, he took these dirty old fucks and bested them at their own games. He was one-upping them, showing them that we could play dirty, filthy, erotic games without hurting anyone. He was the richest and the most powerful of them all, and he was here to teach them a lesson instead of meekly accepting whatever they’d been trying to prove with this Trial. But he was still inviting them in to play with him.

I felt my heart open up even more as Emmett’s cock lit up every single one of my pleasure centers with each thrust.

My limbs were handed off. Other hands took possession of my legs, and the new handlers weren’t as reticent as our high school friends. The new hands took liberties. They caressed my legs and arms. Teasing fingers pinched occasionally.

But they obeyed Emmett. No one shoved a cock in my face or tried to put anything in my ass. Ha, as if they could have gotten in between me and Emmett’s huge body towering over me.

“Close your eyes,” Emmett barked at me. “Feel us. Don’t think. Feel our hands. They are all my hands. Feel my cock. I want them to feel you shake as you come over and over again. I want them to feel what I do to you.”

“May I come, Master?” I begged.

“Not yet,” he said, his hips pulling back and then slamming into me, his balls slapping my ass. God, I loved that filthy sound and the pressure of him when he hit my cervix like that. As he dragged out, his bulbous head hit my G-spot. The more he fucked me, the harder it was to hold back.

I mewled and flexed against all the hands holding me down so that they really had to work to keep me from reaching for Emmett.

“Please, please,” I pleaded only a minute later. “Please, may I come?”

“I don’t know if you’re ready yet,” Emmett said. “Someone, pinch her nipples.”

Greedy hands came to my breasts. Emmett looked in my eyes as hands, hands everywhere, grasped at me—massaging, pinching, rubbing my ass, along my flanks.

I was seconds from popping off. My fingers flexed and clenched. “May I come, Sir?” I cried, desperate.

“Come,” Emmett demanded, dropping his body lower against mine so that his groin ground down against my clit as he dragged his thick cock out and in.

Fireworks lit behind my eyelids as my orgasm exploded outward from my sex. My legs shook with the power of it, so intense not even all the hands on me could keep me still.

Emmett kept fucking me through it, so goddamned glorious, and it was one of the most intense experiences of my life.

Especially because, knowing my talents for multiple orgasms from our time together in the room, he immediately demanded, “Ride it into another one, higher this time. Harder. Fucking harder. Come!”

I did. Lord, did I come. The first one had just been an appetizer, but now we were on to the main entree as I lost words. Lost thought. Pleasure. Body-quaking, soul-shaking pleasure.

The hands on me squeezed, massaging harder than ever as the spasms ran through my body. So erotic, all of them surrounding me.

So many hands, all at Emmett’s command.

My belly spasmed as a fresh orgasm started. Emmett held himself up with one arm as he reached down and grabbed my ass roughly, gripping me half by my hip, half by my ass as he dragged me up and down his cock, all the rest of the men helping with the motion, until Emmett sat up and the men pulled me with him.

They were lifting me up and down his cock. More men than I could count now climbed up on the platform. Some had their cocks out, one hand on me, the other jacking themselves. Others were fully engaged in holding me up and helping me fuck Emmett, still interested in caressing newly exposed parts of me—my back, down to the curve of my ass.

I was a puppet, and they held all my strings.

Until it was Emmett lying down, and they held me as I rode him. Emmett’s hands were on my hips, guiding my motion. But otherwise, other men held onto almost every inch of me.

“Come,” Emmett demanded again.

Oh my God, he was going to kill me. We felt like one giant, gyrating sex organism up on this platform, all moving in tandem for one goal.

Of course I came. I couldn’t have stopped it, as sensitized as I was now, for all the world. I’d already been riding so high it was nothing to trip back into another orgasm.

I threw my head back and screamed as hands grasped my breasts and yanked my hair, and all around me, men furiously yanked on their cocks, lust heavy in the air.