Page 15 of Paid in Full
“Shh. Settle Penny. Oh, my sweet Penny. My good girl. Settle for me.” He opens another door and shuttles me in. Despite that, I remain silent. Maybe if I don’t talk, they’ll take it as punishment served?
Master Nick sets me down on a soft, plush bed, with covers far more sumptuous than what I had in the other room, and I glide my fingers over the rich textures, amazed at the vast difference. Lifting my head, I notice windows that show the outside.
There’s not much to see since it’s nighttime, but the moon shines brightly above, bringing more tears to my eyes. This time, my tears are in awe of the beauty of the night, a beauty I took for granted.
I turn, wanting to tell Master Nick just how grateful I am when the door slams open. Master Peter storms in, his eyes blazing with anger. Blood drips from his hands and is splattered across his shirt. Fear once more begs me to move, to flee from his ire.
But I can’t.
Master Nick is behind me, rooting me to the spot, as if he knows my brain better than even I do.
“Are you hurt?”
Silence.
“Penelope Evans, did that man hurt you?”
“I - I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I cry out, falling to the floor at his feet. “I didn’t mean to say anything. I was so scared and -.”
“Penny, love, that is not what Peter asked you. You will answer the question.”
“He didn’t harm me. I don’t think. It just hurt very badly, and he wasn’t you.”
Master Peter hunches down and slides his hands under my shoulders to pry me off of the floor. “Dearest Penelope. I think you misunderstand. I am in no way angry with you. What he did was despicable. You never touch another member’s property. You should have been able to crawl through that hallway unmolested.”
“I assume he’s being dealt with?” Master Nick’s voice has the same hardened edge as Master Peter.
“Marcus is dealing with him now. As for you, Penelope. I must apologize. It’s past time for you to be milked, and I’m sure you’re in a lot of discomfort. Though I love seeing my best girl in pain, I want it to be on purpose, by my hand. Not because I had to deal with a miscreant with a micropenis.”
Master Nick pulls me back against his chest and reaches around to knead my full, swollen breasts. I whimper, desperate to pull out of his grasp. His touch hurts. Not as bad as the other man, but enough that I don’t want it. Though my clit keeps humming with need, the greater desire to get this damned milk out outweighs any pleasure, real or imagined.
“Poor, poor Penny. Don’t worry, Peter will make it all better.” Master Nick cups a breast and offers it to Master Peter. He licks his lips before bending low, swiping his tongue across the sore, swollen peak.
Drawing my nipple into his mouth, he sucks, more gently than this morning, and soon, that same spine-tingling relief thrums through my body. His groans and his lapping at my milk go straight to my clit. Soon, I’m back to that needy, achy place I was before we left the first room.
Once he drains one breast, he moves onto the other. Master Nick comes around to the side and works at Master Peter’s belt, undoing it and his pants so they fall to the floor. Master Peter pulls back just enough to grip me in his arms and lift me onto his thick cock.
Memories from that first night race through my brain, ramping up my arousal. Instead of facing away from him, I ride him as he stares at me, wonder and lust flashing through his eyes. With me firmly impaled, he takes us back to the bed and lies down, pulling me up until my breast is back at his mouth.
He latches on as he surges forward, both filling me and depleting me at the same time. I can’t help the filthy groan that slips from my lips as emotions and sensation rip through my body.
Though I don’t see him, I can feel Master Nick come up behind me. The tip of his cock brushes against my inner thigh as he tugs at the tail in my ass. With everything that happened to me, I had almost forgotten it was in there. Master Peter pulls his head away and gives Master Nick an odd look before turning back to me.
“You want me to breed you, Penelope? Want me to fuck you until you carry my child?”
I really don’t know how to answer. I never wanted children. Ever. But after being a sex toy to two amazing men, I’m considering giving them everything they want and more. Dropping my gaze, I fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. Anything to quiet my mind.
“My body is yours, Master. I will submit to whatever you ask of me.”
“Good. Fucking. Girl. Penelope,” he grunts, thrusting in time with his words. Master Nick slides his hands across my ass for a moment before going back to the tail. He tugs on it a few times, sparking dark, delicious sensations down there, an area that really shouldn’t be pleasurable at all.
As with everything they’ve introduced me to, I crave everything and more. He eases the plug out, giving me a moment to breathe before something else notches in the hole. I tense as Master Nick grips my ass, holding me in place as he drives forward.
“I’m giving Nick a gift, Penelope,” Master Peter murmurs against my lips. “Normally, I like to take every virgin hole. But today is a very special day for him.”
Master Peter remains still, giving me ample time for my brain and body to collide, revealing what’s happening. Until now, both masters have only ever played with that hole. They’ve put in butt plugs, beads, and things that I’m probably better not knowing about.
This is the first time either of them has actually fucked me there. Despite having had a large plug in me, Master Nick feels impossibly huge. My body quivers as my ass attempts to push him out, refusing to let him in.
