I scream at the top of my voice. Caspian reaches me in two steps and slaps me across the face, hard as hell, enough to send me flying back.
"Don't you dare make any noise," he warns me. "You'll only make matters worse for yourself. Understood?"
I nod, staring at him with a contempt-filled gaze.
"You don't have to suck dick yet," he murmurs, touching his fingertips to my burning cheek. "But I do want to make you come."
There seems to be a natural hierarchy amid the boys, and the other two follow Caspian's voice instead of Dexter's this time. I’m a helpless toy ready for the slaughter with them around.
I stare up at them, my eyes lowering to meet Caspian’s as he kneels next to me.
“Now tell me, Pandora,” he says. “Do you like your pussy licked, your clit toyed with, or do you prefer fingers in that pretty cunt?”
“None of the above,” I grit out.
“That just can’t be true!” His eyes widen in mock horror. “We’ll have to see, won’t we? How about each one of us gives you one of those things, help you figure it out?”
I just glare at him without giving him a response, but truth be told, my heart is hammering faster than ever and my pussy is leaking between my legs. I’m embarrassed, ashamed of my reaction to the cruel things they do. Yet I can’t seem to stop myself.
“I’ll go fist,” Lai steps forward, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me to my feet. “And I pick her clit.”
The other two boys move aside, allowing him full access to me as he slams me down on the desk in the room. He stands behind me as I whimper, his fingers spreading my pussy lips open. I breathe out when the air hits my sensitive clit, and he laughs, touching his fingers to the now exposed button.
“It really is fucking pretty,” he mutters. “Let’s see how long it takes to make you sing.”
He toys with me relentlessly, without any sign of stopping. His fingers pinch, tug, caress me, and I start seeing stars in front of my eyes from the sensations he’s making me feel. Before I can stop myself, I’m moaning, begging for more with my eyes locked on his.
“So easy,” he mutters, but it seems to make him even more eager.
He touches my cheek to the wood of the desk, holding me down as he brings me closer and closer to an orgasm. I’m building up to it when he pulls his fingers back, and I cry out in protest as he leans down next to me.
“Come,” he whispers in my ear.
I don’t want to follow his orders, but my body does. I arch my back, eager for him to do so much more to me. My back arches and I come like a gun going off, loud.
“My turn.”
I’m still gasping when Julian comes to me. “Fingers in her cunt. That looked too good not to try.”
I want to beg him not to but I’m still coming. He takes Lai’s place, carefully touching his fingertips to my soaked, exposed pussy.
“Look at that,” he mutters. “Goddamn, Dexter’s a lucky man.”
He slides his finger around my opening.
“I think I’m not supposed to go in there…” he mutters, and I cry out when he tests my pussy for resistance. “I so easily could, though. It would be so much fun.”
I mewl as he fucks his fingers as deep as they go, so eager for more I’m embarrassed by the sounds coming out of my mouth.
“She’s so close already,” Caspian speaks up. “Just make her come already, I want my turn.”
Julian doesn’t need to be told twice, and he expertly massages my pussy until I’m gasping for more. In moments, I’m coming apart yet again, my cheeks flushed and wet from the tears I don’t remember crying.
Caspian shoves Julian out of the way before kneeling behind me.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He parts my folds and examines me from up close. “Your pussy is so perfect. Wish I could stare at that all day long instead of your face.”
Shame burns through my body as he buries his tongue in me, licking, flicking and torturing every inch of my sensitive flesh. His orgasm takes barely any effort – or maybe he’s so skilled in doing this, he knows how to bring me to the brink in mere seconds.