Page 53 of Conquered (Highgate Preparatory Academ:y Compendium)
Seconds later, another explosion of pain cuts across my other arse cheek, and this time I cry out, hearing a growl of appreciation sound behind me. I barely get a chance to catch my breath before the third hit cracks across both cheeks.
I'm sweating and shaking, my heart is racing, and I can feel my pussy pulsating like it has its own heartbeat. I'm so turned on right now I'm almost keening, needing Kai inside me so badly.
I hear the belt drop to the floor, the buckle clanking on the stone tiles. Kai strokes my sore throbbing arse, and I hiss in pleasure and pain whilst my body tries to get away and move into his touch at the same time.
“Such a good fucking girl, Lilly,” he says softly. “Look, Loki. See how she's dripping for us.”
Panting, I glance over my shoulder with hooded eyes to see Loki make his way over from one of the other loungers.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he curses in his low sexy voice, reaching out and swiping a finger along my dripping slit. I moan low and loud as he puts it in his mouth sucking the juices off.
“Kai,” I beg, my voice breathy, and making his head snap back to me, his eyes sharp.
“Naughty, Lilly,” he scolds. “I didn't say you could speak. And now, you'll have to be punished.”
He sighs, but there's that flash of heat in his eyes that tells me he'll like this punishment. Probably as much as I will.
He turns back to Loki. “You fill that naughty mouth of hers. Make sure she can’t speak out of turn again,” he orders, his voice firm and unyielding.
“Yes, sir,” Loki teases with a smile and a salute, and Kai’s dick twitches as Loki turns to come to my side of the bed, then climbs on. He kneels in front of me, his hard dick proud, his round piercing glinting in the low light.
“You heard the man, Pretty Girl. Open up,” he says, a devilish smile on his face.
I do as he says, knowing that I’m going to enjoy this punishment very much. He looks up and behind me as if waiting for a signal that I can't see, before starting to push his way into my mouth.
“Fuck, I forgot how good your mouth around my cock feels,” he groans as he holds still, eyes closed. He wraps my hair round one fist, tugging slightly. The slight pain skittering across my scalp, coupled with my throbbing arse is almost too much, and I groan round him, making his hips jerk.
“That's better,” I hear Kai say as I hear the rustle of foil, then I feel his hands grip my hips tightly, his tip lining up with my aching pussy entrance.
Without a moment's warning, he slams into me hard.
I'm wound up so tightly from the belt and his sheer dominance, that I fucking shatter round him, my pussy pulsing and gripping him hard as I come, groaning round Loki’s cock.
Kai gives me no respite, pounding hard into me, his Jacob's Ladder piercing adding an extra sensation that is making my orgasm roll on and on. Both of his hands have a death grip on my hips, holding me exactly where he wants me in a bruising hold.
Not to be forgotten about, Loki starts moving in and out, giving me a little time to adjust before he starts fucking my face, a tight grip on my hair.
I will my throat to relax as I take him deeper, his auburn curls tickling my face as I suck and lick him like he's the best fucking lollipop I've ever had.
Kai's sending waves of such intense pleasure through me from my core, that I briefly wonder how I'm going to survive when his movements become jerky, and I feel him get harder right before he thrusts a final time, and with a shouted curse, stills as he orgasms. Seconds later, Loki pours his hot release down my throat with a grunt, and I swallow every salty drop.
He pulls out of my mouth, tugging my head up by my hair, so he can kiss me on the lips, uncaring of the taste of himself that lingers in my mouth. It's short and sweet before he releases me to flop on the bed, next to Jax, his breathing laboured.
“You are so. Fucking. Sexy,” he pants, arm over one eye.
I can't even make a coherent thought, let alone say anything in response. My body feels used, spent, and I'm just fucking liquid.
Kai pulls out, and I groan as I try to breathe normally again. He comes round and leans over, kissing me tenderly on the shoulder, my sensitised skin tingling at the touch. His lips come to my ear, “Thank you, Lilly,” he whispers before he goes to sit down on a lounger nearby.
These boys sure know how to melt a girl's heart.
I see Ash, still lounging like a lazy cat, and raise my eyebrow in challenge. I may be a hot fucking mess, but I said I could handle all of them. I meant it. His gaze sharpens as he sits up.
“You think you can handle me? After all that?” Ash waves his hand in our direction, scoffing. But I can see the desire, the desperate need swirling in his steel eyes.
And suddenly, it hits me. He let his friends, his brothers , go first even though he thought that I may be too spent to please him too.
He loves them so much that he's willing to put himself and his needs last. He is a true leader in every sense of the word.
I may be liquified, and fucking orgasmed out, but I won't leave him wanting.
I blink, pushing up to my knees with a small groan, then allow my eyes to go heavy and a sassy smirk to pull up my lips.
“Of course I can handle you, Ash. You're only a pussy cat after all.” My lips twitch with suppressed laughter when his grey eyes intensify with the gauntlet that I've just thrown down.
The music changes to Sanctify by Years and Years as he curls up, all perfected elegance, even though he's stark bollock naked.
He stalks towards me, like a jaguar who's spotted its prey, and is getting ready to pounce.
His slate eyes stay on mine, and suddenly, my heart is beating wildly in my chest, my flight, fight, or fuck mode switching on all the way.
Without missing a step, or taking his eyes off me, he grabs the bottle of lube from the bed.
“I think I'm wet enough for you already, wouldn't you say?” I sass as he comes to stand behind me.
I hear a sinful chuckle leave his lips, then one of his hands comes in between my shoulder blades, pushing down hard so that my arse is up, and my cheek rests on the soft mattress.
My natural instinct with Ash is to play the brat, fight him a little, which I know he enjoys. But I’m too fucking spent, my limbs still feeling like I can barely hold them up. So I comply with a low grumble, provoking another deep chortle from him that sends a shudder through me.
“If you think I'm having sloppy seconds,” he says in a low husky voice as I feel a cool glob of lube slide between my arse cheeks, “or I suppose sloppy fourths, then you don't know me as well as you claim,” he finishes.
His words make me bristle, and I look over my shoulder narrowing my eyes at him. Fucking cockwomble!
My ire is short lived, as he reaches down and begins to rub the lube round my puckered hole sending tendrils of heady pleasure reaching over me.
I squirm and groan, my head falling back down and my eyes rolling.
I’m so sensitive after the others, it’s almost too much.
I never used to enjoy anal play, but with these guys, I can't get enough.
I push back as his thumb starts to enter me, the intrusion feeling so damn good a low keen leaves my lips and my fingers curl into the mattress. He pumps in and out a few times, his other hand reaching round, his fingers circling my over sensitive clit.
I'm mewling like a fucking kitten under his touch, and when he pulls his thumb out and starts pushing his lubed up dick into me, I groan like an animal, my knuckles going white.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he hisses as he bottoms out, hips flush with my sit bones. “The boys said you were tight, but, fuck. Your ass is like a fucking vise.”
He starts to move in and out of me, and the sounds that I make, well, I'd be embarrassed if it didn't feel so good.
Like an electric pulse deep inside my very being is sparking.
Moving one hand from my hip, he wraps his fingers round my hair and pulls me upright so my back is arched, against his front, my tits pushed out.
His pace speeds up, as he plays with my clit relentlessly, and I buck, crying out, my nails carving lines into the arm holding my hair. The pleasure is overwhelming in the best way, and I begin to shake with the force of my impending orgasm.
“Ash…” I plead, almost crying with the need to come again. One of my hands tangles in his hair, holding hard as he keeps up a punishing pace.
“Open your eyes, and look at them, Princess,” he growls out. “Look at what you do to them.”
And I do as he says, opening my eyes to see Loki, Jax, and Kai in front of us, watching with hungry eyes, all with hard dicks in their hands, seeking their own release.
The sight of these beautiful guys coming undone whilst looking at me, tips me over the edge, into a breath stealing, earth shattering orgasm. My vision whites out, and my whole body goes rigid, as wave upon wave of pleasure washes over me, until I can barely hold myself upright.
I feel the warm liquid of my release gush out of me, soaking the mattress underneath, as Ash pulls out and coats my arse with ropes of hot cum.
“Lilly, fuck!” he exclaims roughly, before we both collapse, his hard body covered in sweat and draped over mine. I hear the other guys curse as they, too, find their climaxes, but I'm too boneless to even lift my head to see.
We lay like that panting, whilst the universe rights itself once more. I can't move a single muscle, my eyes closed, so I don't protest when strong arms pick me up, cradling me against a warm, firm chest. I manage to lift my head enough to look up and am surprised to see that it's Ash carrying me.
“Told you I could handle you all,” I croak out, my voice hoarse from my pleasure filled screaming.
He pauses, his grey eyes meeting mine as he looks down at me, and I get lost in their spiralling depths. There are so many emotions churning in them, it's hard to see what he's feeling. What he's thinking.
“It's not just our dicks you have to handle, Princess, though you did that beautifully,” he adds, a rare smile lifting his lips.
It transforms his cold beauty into something awe-inspiring and my breath hitches at the sight.
“We're all broken, fucked up, in one way or many. None of us are going upstairs when we die. I just…” he trails off, and there's frustration in his gaze and the skin round his beautiful lips is tight.
“I just don't want to drag you down too.”
He looks away, his face pained, all hard lines and sharp angles.
“Hey,” I whisper, my hand coming to cup his chiselled jaw, turning his gaze back to me. “I'm broken too. I've been to Hell, and I'm not sure I ever left. I don’t need angels, or knights in shining armour. And you don’t need a sheltered innocent princess.”
His churning gaze stays on mine, and I try to let him see the pain that lives in my soul, the shattered pieces slowly turning to ash. Well, they were before I came here...I let the jagged edges show in my eyes so that he can see that I'm just as fragmented as them.
He brings his forehead to mine, heaving a sigh, his warm breath tickling my face.
“Let's get you cleaned up, Princess,” he eventually says, raising his head and walking us into a waterfall shower. Being true to his word, he cleans me up, lavishing me with all of the care and attention as if I am in fact the princess he calls me and he is my very own dark knight.