Page 225 of Librarian

Thankfully, Lambert doesn’t go straight for the plug. A single finger rubs across the tight ring of muscle, spreading the lube around before dipping inside, awakening my nerve endings with the promise of more. Jasper’s lips seal around my clit, sucking as Lambert adds a second finger, stretching me until the familiar burn makes its presence known. I rock into the sensation, eager for it and what comes next.

Then those fingers are gone. The cold of the plug presses insistently where they were. I gasp. It takes work to force myself to relax and let it inch its way into my body.

It’s short, but wide, and the stretch is immense. Even when Lambert seats it fully into me, the neck is so wide that it makes me feel open and full at the same time.

Lambert’s fingers disappear, and I sense more than see North moving to a spot where he can admire the sight of hislatest creation stretching me to bursting point. Then his fingers tangle in my hair, lifting me off Jasper’s cock.

“Aren’t you going to thank me for your present?” The warning in his voice is silky smooth, and I grin as I ignore it entirely.

“I think you’ll find Lambert was the one who gave it to me.”

His lazy smirk makes a shiver run up my spine, or maybe that’s just the way Jasper’s fingers have snuck into my cunt, rubbing against the plug from inside me as he circles my clit with his tongue. I can feel the pleasure building, my ass tightening around the slick metal as everything in me begins that inevitable ascent.

The grip in my hair turns controlling, lifting me away from the tongue skilfully bringing me closer to the edge.

I keen low in my throat, my orgasm slipping from my grasp with every second that my pussy is out of my sub’s reach.

“Say that again,” North orders. “I dare you.”

“Lambert gave it to me,” I pant, defiance in my every breath.

“If you can’t thank me for it like a good little slut, I can take it away,” he reminds me. “Brats don’t get orgasms, remember.”

My sex, already weeping at the loss of Jasper, clenches on nothingness. I don’t want him to take it away. I want to come. I want to try taking as many of their cocks as I possibly can, in whatever combinations they’re willing to give me.

North follows through on his promises. If I keep pushing his buttons, will he make me go the whole way through this without coming?

I look at Dakari and then Leo, but there’s no help coming from either of them. They’re content to let North have his way with me.

“Sorry, Sir,” I mumble. “Thank you for my present. Now, please, can I come?”

“You will be sorry,” he promises. “And I already gave you permission, remember?”

His grip in my hair disappears, and he draws back, watching as I return to using Jasper to chase my own pleasure. My Scot groans in happiness as I lower back onto his face, then whimpers as I take him into my mouth again.

“Mistress, can I come?” he asks. “Please. I need to.”

I lift off his cock. “Not yet.”

He whimpers as I turn around, taking my pussy away as I hover over his length, pull the thin fabric of my thong to one side, then sink down.

My lips part on a moan as the first inch of him slips inside. His hands drop to my breasts, massaging them through the fabric as we slowly fit together. With the plug stretching my ass, there’s precious little space left, and the mimicry of double penetration only has me pressing down harder, faster.

When our hips meet, I bend and kiss his glistening lips, tasting myself on his tongue.

I lift and fall over the top of him experimentally, letting out a tiny whimper as the friction of him rubbing against the plug sends sparks through my body. Jasper was the biggest of my men to begin with, but this…

I rock, grinding my clit against his pelvic bone as his face twists in bliss beneath me. His hands leave my breasts, heading for my hips like he’s about to try to control the motion, but I swat them away, then reach back and squeeze his balls lightly in punishment.

“No. Sit there and take it.” I rise again, this time stopping only when the head of him is just inside me before sinking back down again. “Good boy.”

A pair of hands—I’m not sure whose—land on my ass cheeks, spreading them wider. The heated touch forces me to change the angle of my thrusts, and I see stars. All it takes is Jasper’s palmsreturning to my breasts, pinching lightly at my nipples through the lace.

I come with a keening cry. Jasper’s body tenses, the tendons on his neck straining, as my channel tries to strangle the life from him.

“Please,” he whispers. “Mistress, please?—”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Come.”