Page 5 of Dirty Little Psycho (Sinners Welcome #4)

FIVE

KARLEY

I have no time to process their words. He pushes my panties to the side and hums his approval at the mess of my arousal between my legs.

I may not be able to see a damn thing but my hearing is heightened and fuck, something about not being able to see what is happening only adds to my growing need.

When he blows on my sensitive pussy I whimper, I’m so sensitive from all the edging and the fact they had no idea that everything they have done tonight has only served to enhance my carnal desires.

If there was ever a way to say fuck you to my dad for putting me in here, this is it.

My train of thought is derailed when he swipes his tongue through my folds, my back arching off the metal slab as I cry out.

He grips the sides of my thighs in a punishing hold as he buries his face in my pussy.

I scream so loud the sound echoes through the room.

I'm jolted forward and gasp when I hear a grunt.

Are they really going to fuck each other while one of them eats me out?

My question is answered when moans begin to fill the room.

Pheromones tinge the air as my need begins to grow to new heights.

I fucking hate the light above me, I would give anything to watch the three of them fuck.

Jesus, that is one of my bucket list items and it’s happening right in front of me but I can’t see it!

I want to riot over the fact that a fantasy of mine has finally come to light but the feeling of his tongue pressing against me, and the sensations he is creating without my consent, forces my mind to focus on the feeling, not what is happening around me as every swipe of his tongue brings me nearer to the edge.

His fingers pressed into the soft flesh of my skin as he forces his tongue inside my tight, wet little hole.

“You like getting your dirty little pussy eaten while we take turns fucking each other?“

“I want to watch as you fuck each other.” I don’t care that I’m begging.

I don’t care that they’re strangers. All I care about is my need to come and I want them to do it with me.

Just as I feel my orgasm rising, the one eating my pussy grunts and then stops.

I want to moan and shout when he pulls back, but then his face is quickly replaced by another and fuck me does he know what he is doing.

With every swipe of his tongue, he pushes me closer to the edge and the second he buries two fingers inside my tight little cunt and one in my ass, I detonate all over his face.

I come so hard, screaming loud enough to wake the dead.

I don’t get a chance to come down from my high before one of them groans their release and then the face between my legs is replaced by another.

His rough stubble scraps against my sensitive skin, pulling a gasp from me.

Tremors still roll through me in waves. The moment he sucks my clit into his mouth I cry out.

I’m still so sensitive and need a minute to come down but they won’t allow it, even when I beg.

The next orgasm tears through me with the grace of a tornado and shreds me apart. I can hear them fucking and it grates on my fucking nerves that I can’t see it.

“Please, no more,” I plead, but my pleas fall of deaf ears.

My only reprieve from the glorious torture is when they switch with each other and those few seconds feel like I am finally able to breathe again.

After the fifth orgasm, tears stream down my face.

My body is wrung out and my mind is reeling with a thousand thoughts but also blank at the same time.

I can’t focus, I can barely remember to breathe and I’m fighting to stay conscious.

Women think their body can handle multiple orgasms but they’re dead fucking wrong.

How do I know? Because I was one of those fucking women who prayed they would find a man whose sole purpose was to make them come repeatedly and now that I finally have my wish come true, I don’t want it.

When I feel another orgasm cresting I begin to thrash against my restraints and fight for my freedom.

“Pass out or forget your name, those are the rules,” one of them says, the satisfaction in his tone mocking and annoyance chills against my sensitive skin like a rash.

I want to punch the smug expression from his face and render him speechless.

“Fuck you. I quit. I don’t want to play anymore,” I scream and try to pull on the restraints again, but it’s useless.

I never should have allowed this to happen but yet again, I couldn’t back down from a challenge and that is the reason my father no doubt sent me here, to teach me a lesson.

I never can shut my mouth and just walk away.

“If you quit, there is a punishment you must face,” one of the others says.

I’m ready to tell them to kiss my ass and go to hell but when my next orgasm tears through me, I break.

My mind turns blank, my body goes numb as the release slams into me.

My mouth opens but no sound escapes as I’m forced to ride out the wave of pleasure that they are inflicting on me.

Blood pumps in my ears, muting all the sounds around me.

When I feel my consciousness fleeing I don’t fight it, I embrace it and allow the darkness to consume and save me from having to admit defeat against these three masked fucks.

I wake slowly and sit up while still keeping my eyes closed, only to smack my head on something.

I flop back down and groan. When I reach up to rub my forehead my hand smacks something, causing me to open my eyes only to see nothing but darkness.

Dread begins to set in. I snap my arms out and feel around—all I can feel is ice-cold metal.

When I part my legs, I feel the same thing.

I try to shimmy downward only to be met with a wall.

I stretch my arms above my head and feel the same thing.

Full on panic sets the fuck in and I start to feel claustrophobic.

“Breathe, Karley,” I mutter to myself. “In and out. You’re not trapped.

” No matter how many times I repeat that line over and over I can’t force myself to believe it.

It’s pitch black and I can’t see a damn thing.

Tears trek down my cheeks without permission.

I’m not the type of girl that cries or gets on social media and posts selfies, I’m the live in the moment type, and right now I can’t find the badass bitch that I am daily inside me anywhere.

“Help!” I scream as I begin to kick and pound my fists against the walls of this metal box I am trapped inside of.

“Please help me!” Sobs claw their way out of me as my movements turn frantic with the need to escape.

My chest tightens and breathing becomes a chore, I can’t get enough air into my lungs and I start to hyperventilate.

I scream for so long and so loud my throat grows hoarse, full on sobs wrack my body and exhaustion weighs on me. I’m cold and shivering. Whimpers continue to escape me as I lay here utterly at the mercy of the men who trapped me in here.

Those masked freaks better hope I die in here. If I make it out of this hell I’ll ruin each of those bastards, starting with ripping their cocks off.