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“Oh, fuck. He’s tasting my pussy, isn’t he?” she breathes out.

I release his fingers and push my mask down, then stand behind her. “I sure did and it was fucking delicious.” She moans wantonly. “Because you were a good girl, you get our cocks.”

“Grip the chains, you’re going to need something to hang on to.” Doc’s warning has her gasping. She obeys without complaint and grips the chains tightly.

“This is for our pleasure. We don’t give a fuck if you come or not,” I hiss, then grip her hair and yank her head back, making her cry out in pain. “What the fuck do you say?” I snarl.

“Yes, please, Sir.”

“Hmmm, good girl. Now, wrap your legs around Daddy so he can ruin that pussy while I fill this ass with my cock and mark you as ours.”

CHAPTER FIVE

SNOW

When he releases his hold on my hair, I look at Daddy, only to see he’s already stripped off his clothing and stands before me naked, except for his mask. His chest is covered in tattoos and his abs ripple. Older men have never been my thing, but I’m starting to rethink what my thing is after encountering these guys.

He steps forward, pulling me from my thoughts. He grips the backs of my thighs and lifts me. I tighten my hold on the chains as I lock my legs around his waist. The red mask pisses me off, wishing he would just take it off and let me see his face.

“Be a good girl and give me what I want, and I might just let you out of here.” I don’t get a second to digest his words before he’s reaching between our bodies and lining his thick cock up with my entrance. I’m a sucker for punishment. I look down and have to bite back my whimper at the sight of his throbbing cock. He’s girthy and long, making my pussy convulse with need. I know I won’t have any trouble orgasming.

He’s long enough to penetrate my damn cervix!

My breath lodges in my throat as he slowly pushes inside me. He’s stretching me out and it burns, but the bite of pain mixed with the pleasure that is sure to ensue has me biting down on my bottom lip to keep from whimpering. He doesn’t rush. He takes his time, making sure I can feel every fucking inch of him gliding inside my cunt.

The sensation is fucking orgasmic.

Fire fills my veins when Sir parts my cheeks and I feel him glide the head of his cock through my cheeks.

“Today, I’ll reward you by using some lube.” Sir’s voice is husky and filled with need. Excitement thrums through me but is squashed when Daddy pushes further inside me, making it impossible for me to remain silent any longer, a cry of pleasure tearing out of me.

The scream is muted by a gasp when Sir eases his thick cock inside my ass. I feel so full already and he’s barely an inch inside me.

I feel complete in a way I never have before. This is an erotic moment I will cherish for years and always dream about on lonely nights. If this is a dream, then I don’t want to wake up. I want to live in this moment where I am their gravity, I’m the reason they remain grounded. I love having their focus on me and knowing I am the one bringing them pleasure.

“Fuck, this ass is perfect,” Sir grits out from behind me. Words fail me, I can’t even think straight and can only reply with a strangled moan.

“This cunt is ours. You’ll be our new little fuck toy whenever we want.” I meet Daddy’s heated stare and whimper. Without warning they both thrust inside me, burying themselves so deep I don’t know where they begin and I end. A scream filled with anguish, pain and pleasure erupts from deep inside me. The pain is only made bearable because I know they will make me feel so good when the searing sensation ends.

After last night, I don’t think I will ever be able to go back to regular sex.

Vanilla is a flavor you’re taught to love. It sure as fuck isn’t the flavor I want in the bedroom. I want cherry, bright red fucking cherry, that leaves an aftertaste so potent you can’t wash it away. I want it to linger and serve as a reminder that it consumes you, much like these men have.

Their hands on my body are like a brand.

All their moves are with purpose. They don’t seek permission, they take what they want and force me to submit. Being who I am, I’m not used to being the one who gives in and allows others to lead, but with these men… I have no say or choice and it’s fucking alluring.

I want them to dominate and force me to take what they give. I want them to break down my walls and show me how to truly live in the dark and dirty world.

“Tell Daddy how good his cock feels inside that tight little cunt.” Sir’s request is met with a heady moan from me. I force myself to focus and look at Daddy as he draws back and thrusts into me with a savage groan.

“You feel so good. I feel so fucking full, Daddy,” I pant out.

“Daddy’s going to fill this pussy up and you’re going to hold my cum inside you. I want it coating the inside of your thighs and leaking out of you all day. Everyone on this fucking island will be able to smell me on you and know you belong to The Huntsmen.” His branding of their claim on me sends tremors through my body. Out of nowhere I feel my climax rushing to the surface. I have no control, I’m utterly powerless to ward it off. I’m but a passenger in my own body and it’s fucking epic.

I don’t fight the orgasm as it crashes into me with the force of a hurricane. The screams that tear out of me are primal and raw, I don’t attempt to quieten them or silence myself because I know they love it. I can feel it in the way their grip on me tightens and how their thrusts grow harder.

My pleasure only seems to enhance theirs and the notion is empowering as well as invigorating. Sir continues to fuck my ass with punishing thrusts, while Daddy rings out my release. I’m at their mercy. Forced to endure what they give. I should be angry. I should be fighting, but the second the door opens and I see the third masked fucker standing in the doorway with his gaze focused on me…