Page 11 of Venom & Vanity

The sight of the girl I was fucking head over heels for is sucking my dad’s cock while my boyfriend is bent over in front of her is too much and yet not enough.

“I’m close,” I grit out.

“Stroke my dick,” Prince snaps. I snarl at his demand but don’t reprimand him for giving me an order. I reach around and wrap my hand around his thick cock in a bruising hold—just how he likes it—and stroke him in time with my thrusts. She watches us from the corner of her eye.

She is fucking amazing.

I don’t know how else to describe the bitch.

She’s choking on cock and has spit trailing down her chin and chest, yet she is still watching us.

Not a lot of women could do what she is doing.

I hate that she can handle the three of us, she shouldn’t be able to.

I want her to rebel against us, fight or even scream, yet she fucking surrenders to our needs and allows us to use her body however we want and still begs for more.

My balls begin to tighten, almost to the point of pain as I fight against my release. I want Prince’s cum covering my hand. I want to feel his hot release between my fingers as I fill his ass with my own.

“Get. There,” I grit out through clenched teeth. His only answer is to groan.

“Swallow every fucking drop, apple,” Dad hisses. I look over to see him tilt his head back, his thrusts choppy and uncontrolled. He’s right there, on the verge of oblivion. I quicken my strokes, loving the sounds coming from Prince. My own thrusts turn hurried and sloppy but I’m past the point of giving a fuck.

My need to come is too great, I can’t hold it off any longer.

Right as I surrender to compulsion, Prince tenses and lets out a ferocious roar a split second before I feel his hot cum on my hand. I follow over the edge with Dad’s answering roar a second behind my own.

CHAPTER NINE

SNOW

I swallow every drop of his cum and relish the taste. I don't know what it is about these three guys but the thought of swallowing always put me off until now. Daddy’s cum tastes like fucking pure filth and I hunger for more.

It scares me a little, how easily I’ve stopped recognizing myself in this. The girl who was taken from the castle would not have stood for this, would not have wanted to. I don’t know if the island unmade her or just finally let her out. Right now, with my chin still wet and my thighs shaking, I can't decide which answer frightens me more.

I see Sir and Grumpy out of the corner of my eye, trembling and panting from their release. I almost whimper when Daddy withdraws from my mouth. Spit coats my chin and chest but I don't give a fuck. I'm too fucking turned on to care about what I look like, I need them to relieve me of this ache they caused.

I suck in a deep breath and turn to watch as Grumpy pulls out of Sir, the latter stepping to the side and before I can formulate a thought Grumpy rubs his cum covered hand all over my face. All I can do is gasp. It takes me four seconds to register what the fuck is happening. When I do, I shake my head vigorously, trying to knock his hand away which only makes the cunt laugh.

He steps back, his laughter still echoing off the walls, taunting me.

I hate him a little for that laugh. I hate myself more for how good it feels to be the reason for it, like even my humiliation is something worth their attention. I used to think being wanted and being degraded were opposites. Nobody warned me how thin that line actually is, or how easily I'd stop caring which side I landed on.

I want to snap at him and be mad at his taunting but I can't. I'm too fucking turned on to care about anything else aside from the ache between my thighs. It’s to the point of pain. I can’t close my legs to cause any friction and my clit is throbbing. I can feel my own arousal soaking the wood of the chair.

“Are you on edge, apple?” Grumpy asks in a low husky tone.

I swallow my answering moan, trying to appear like I’m in control of my emotions but the reality is that I’m on the verge of begging for relief.

I’ve never been this turned on before, they’ve edged me so fucking hard to the point I can’t think straight. Me being chained to a chair stops mattering. I think of home for one disorienting second, to the girl who was taught that wanting anything too openly was a weakness someone would use against her. She’d be horrified watching me now. I can’t find it in myself to care. All I need in this fucking moment is for them to just touch me!

“Yes,” I breathe out.

The way his body slackens and the tension eases from his shoulders, I just know something is about to happen that I’m not going to like. I watch Daddy and Sir straighten and stand a couple of steps behind Grumpy, in a silent show of their support. They move like they’ve done this before, like they know exactly how this goes and have already decided how far they intend to take it. That certainty should terrify me more than it turns me on. It doesn’t stop it from doing both.

I try to focus but it’s fucking hard!

I’m so damn horny I almost have cock-vision, like double vision but I don’t see double, I just see cocks everywhere.