Could they not see it or feel it? Was she just so inexperienced and naive that she thought this was more than it actually was? It sucked that she had no one to talk to or to help her dissect these men’s emotions. Didn’t they feel as strongly for her as she did for them?
Nina felt warm lips against her neck and a strong arm wrap around her waist from behind. She was fixing the salad. Everything else was warming in the oven.
Corona pressed his mouth against her bare neck. She had her hair pulled up in a bun on top of her head as she cooked and wore a thin camisole and lightly flared black skirt. She was barefoot and enjoying the comfortable temperatures as a light breeze filtered through the open kitchen windows.
“I thought I said no bras or panties anymore,” he reprimanded her and suckled a little harder on her neck. She stopped what she was doing, wiped her hands on the towel, and eased them back against his sides. Corona was such a dominant, bossy man. He was big, too, and standing here barefoot made her feel fragile and feminine.
His hand moved along her waist then under her camisole to her bra-covered breast. He massaged it firmly.
“What if someone came by to visit? Then they would see,” she replied to his upset about her wearing undergarments. When he’d told her not to wear any, she’d thought he was teasing. Apparently not.
“Nobody is coming near this house without us knowing it way in advance. Now, take it off.” He continued to kiss her neck. She understood that that when Corona gave an order, she’d better respond quickly. Mostly, though, his dominant, controlling ways turned her on and made her pussy swell with need, so she was willing to accept his control.
She bumped him slightly as she unclipped her bra and maneuvered out of it. It fell to the floor, and the straps to her camisole fell down her arms.
He rubbed his palms from her wrists to her upper arms and then pressed down, making the camisole fall to her waist. She was facing the open window, and the cool air collided with her nipples, hardening them.
“Oh,” she whispered.
He cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples while suckling her neck.
“Such pretty little nipples. You like getting ordered around, don’t you, Nina?”
She nodded, and he plucked her nipples.
“Oh.” She gasped.
He tugged again. “Say it. Tell me,” he demanded.
“Yes. I love it,” she admitted and felt her pussy spasm.
He released her breasts and then lifted her skirt and pressed her over the counter. She bent over and absorbed the feel of his large, callused hand caressing over her backside then up her back, pressing her more firmly to the counter. When he trailed a finger under the elastic of her thong panties, she shivered.
“I said no panties, no more,” he scolded.
Smack.
“Oh.” She jerked forward, not expecting the slap to her ass. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but then he smacked her ass again and again.
“That’s really pretty. A nice shade of pink. You look fucking sexy.” He leaned over her to press kisses along her neck and down her bare back then to her ass cheeks.
“You got my cock nice and hard, Nina, and the sight of you bent over this counter is making me harder by the second. I need in, Nina.”
“Yes. I want you,” she told him, knowing that Corona and the others needed her to say that before they took her. She didn’t know if it was to make sure she wasn’t feeling pressured for the sex, or if they were looking out for her and caring for her, or if they were trying to make it seem as if they weren’t in need of making love to her but she was in need of them. She didn’t know, and she was getting tired of analyzing the emotions and trying to figure out if they truly cared.
She felt her panties and skirt being shoved down and then her thighs being spread. She expected to feel the tip of his big cock and then him filling her up, but instead, she felt his fingers and tongue as Corona bent down and suckled her pussy as she spilled more cream. She loved this. She loved the power they had over her body and the abilities they possessed to make her so wild with need she would let them do anything. When she felt Corona’s tongue lick over her anus, she nearly shot up away from the counter.
He grabbed her hips. “Stay still. I’m just exploring this sexy ass. This bud is as tight as this little, sweet pussy.” He pressed a finger to her anus.
She gripped the counter. “Corona.”
“Don’t be scared. Has a man ever taken you here?” he asked, easing his wet digit into her ass.
She felt the burn and couldn’t speak. She pushed back and wiggled. He chuckled, his warm breath colliding with her sensitive flesh.
“No. Never. Oh, God, it burns.”
“That’s hot. A virgin ass. Hmmm.” He licked her cunt as he fingered her ass.