“Malone is eager to take your ass.” Hook’s voice is pure temptation in my ear. “Would you like to guess what color strap-on she chose for tonight?”
Malone has a whole rainbow of strap-on dildos that she uses at her pleasure. Each has a different size, shape, or feature. The collection is just as notorious as the woman herself.
I swallow hard. “Purple?” A nice middle-of-the-road size and shape. Nothing too fancy.
“Close. Blue.” The next size up. He nips my earlobe, making me shiver, which sends a cascade of pleasure through me when the move vibrates Hook’s fingers and Gaeton’s cock.
Gaeton curses. “Fuck, but your woman feels good, Hook.”
I’ve fucked Gaeton before. He’s fun, and he’s mean, and after his last relationship went down in flames, he had just as much anger to work out as I did. As I do. It’s never been like this before. I’m a toy to be played with, and they’re all tools used by Hook for my pleasure. Both things are true, and yet I can barely wrap my mind around it.
“Hold,” Hook murmurs. I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or Gaeton.
In the end it doesn’t matter, because Malone ensures there’s no forgetting about her. She spreads lube over me, and then the dildo is pressing against my ass. Blue isn’t anywhere close to her largest strap-on, but it’s still no joke. I whimper as she breaches my entrance and presses deeper, inch by slow inch.
Hook stops playing with my clit. His hands seem to be everywhere. Stroking down my spine and back up again. Over my arms. Cupping my breasts briefly before repeating the cycle. Soothing me. “Relax, beautiful girl. You can take it. Don’t fight it. Just breathe.”
My breath hisses out as Malone sinks the last inch and her narrow hips meet my ass. With Gaeton’s giant cock taking up so much space, I feel impossibly filled. I shift, but there’s no relieving the sensation. “I need …”
“I know.” Hook’s hand lands on the back of my neck, grounding me even as he guides me up. The new position pushes the other two even deeper, and I can’t help restlessly moving against them.
“Jameson.” I don’t mean to say his name. I really don’t. It comes out more like pleading than anything that’s crossed my lips thus far.
“Soon, Tink.” He drags his thumb over my bottom lip. “Will you let Beast in? He’s been rather patient, don’t you think?”
Oh. My. God.
I nod slowly. Dazed. Needy. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He nudges my mouth open and shifts me slightly to the side, and then Beast’s cock is there. My tongue plays over his piercings as he pushes past my lips. Deeper and deeper, until he nudges the back of my throat and breathing through my nose is something I have to concentrate on to accomplish.
“If you need to stop for any reason, slap Gaeton’s chest.” He picks up my hand and demonstrates. “Do you understand?”
Speaking is out of the question, so I moan a little. Beneath me, Gaeton laughs, the sound as strained as I feel.
“If you could see the picture you make.” Hook’s thumb strokes the spot behind my ear and down my neck. “You’ll take everything they give you, and you’ll thank me afterward for the pleasure of the experience.” His voice goes hard. “Begin.”
They start fucking me slowly, each working to figure out my limits. I can’t focus on any one penetration. Gaeton shoves deep and grinds against my clit. Malone is working my ass in steady strokes. Beast wraps my braid around a fist to hold my head immobile while he fucks my mouth.
He finds his rhythm first. Or maybe he just knows what he likes and fully intends to use me to accomplish it. It makes me feel a little dirty and a little used. I love it. I open wide to allow him as deep as I can take him.
“Harder.” Hook’s command flips a switch in the other two.
Gaeton grips my thighs and spreads me wide. Then he begins fucking me in rough strokes that shove me back against Malone while pushing Beast’s cock deep enough into my throat that I gag and tears spring from my eyes to soak the blindfold.
Finally, blessedly, my brain clicks off completely, the last of my defenses sliding away. I relax into everything they’re doing to me, relax into the pleasure beating my body in vicious waves that are almost too much.
Through it all, Hook’s hand on the back of my neck keeps me from floating away entirely.
Wait.
This isn’t right.
I keep on hand on Gaeton’s chest like I’ve been ordered, but I reach for Hook with my free hand. He lets me touch the muscles lining his stomach, lets me grip the waistband of his pants, lets me undo the fastenings with fumbling fingers. I can barely focus, but I manage to get his cock out. I give him a stroke, but it’s not … I can’t …