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“Tell me what he’s doing to you, Silla,” Grayson begs.

I’m getting used to Isaac’s finger inside of me, my eyes rolling back as he crooks it.

“I think he’s going to break me,” I gasp. “Isaac is fucking me with his finger, and it feels good…”

“But it’s just one. Silla, you’ll stretch first for my fingers and then my cock. This is why I need you to come for me,” Isaac insists, pushing another finger inside of me.

It’s a tight fit, but he’s right. I stretch around his fingers, getting used to him. A pressure builds deep inside of me, and my hips rotate as I search for a release.

Whining, my hands pull him closer, riding his face. My feet are flat on the bed, my hips thrusting as my chest heaves.

“Please, I need more,” I cry out, tears starting to prick at my eyes from the intensity.

“Oh Silla,” Grayson groans. “Fuck, you’re killing me. I love when you beg, but I’d rather hear your pussy showering Isaac’s face. You don’t need to have control here, Baby. Let go.”

Somehow, Isaac pushes a third finger inside of me, his teeth joining the party as he works my bundle of nerves. Back bowing, I let go for them, my voice guttural as I praise Isaac.

“That’s it. Fuck, I bet you drenched the man. Such a good girl,” Grayson murmurs.

Needing more, I pull Isaac’s head back to me, because my body is still shivering. I need to come again.

“Greedy girl,” Isaac rumbles. “Give me all of your cum. You taste like a damn dream, Baby.”

“Fuck, I’m so damn jealous right now,” the Warden complains.

“Next time don’t be a know it all dick,” I tell him, keening as Isaac goes back to work.

He pushes gently with a finger along my anus and I freeze. Do people really do that?

“You’re safe with me,” Isaac reminds me, and I relax. He’s right. I know he won’t push this too far either.

“What is he doing?” Grayson asks.

“Playing with my ass,” I moan, relaxing as I realize that Isaac is pressing, but not entering. It feels good, heightening the tingling I’m starting to feel everywhere. “Gods, that feels good. Yes, please…”

“Begging again, fuck… I wish I could see. Silla, I’ll do just about anything if you press the video button…” Grayson murmurs.

Shivers raise up my spine as I think about what I could ask for. I feel powerful, and I can see how people use sex as a weapon. I don’t think I can, though.

Languidly, Isaac licks at me. “Don’t tease, please,” I moan. “I need…”

“Tell me what you need. Do you want to come again, so I can push my thick cock into your tight pussy?” he growls.

“Yes. I need that,” I insist.

“Do you think we should let Gray watch?” he taunts, making me squeal as he spanks my ass. I tighten around Isaac’s fingers, my hips urging him to fuck me with them.

“Yes. I want him to watch me come,” I tell him, feeling my control begin to unravel. My nipples could cut diamonds, my skin is pebbled in desire, and I need to come more than I need air.

“I’ll let you watch if you let Silla have an hour of class a day with me,” Isaac demands, pushing his fingers deeper inside of me. I lose the ability to breathe as he twists and thrusts his fingers.

“Uhhhh, yeah. Why does that feel so good,” I cry out, seeing a glimpse of Isaac’s self satisfied smile as my head drops back.

“Gray, she’s so close. Silla is begging for release. Are you going to watch or not?” Isaac asks, kissing my inner thigh before he sucks on the skin. My body spasms, knowing what those lips can do.

“Gray,” I whine, the name slipping unbidden through my lips.

“Gods, please only ever call me that,” Grayson mutters. “Yes, fine, fine. I don’t think I could deny either of you right now. Isaac, you promised.”