Page 41 of Dyana (Love in the Apocalypse #3)

“Look at how wet you are, Doll. You like it when I turn your ass red?” Jack continued to pump his fingers inside of me as his other fingers rubbed my clit every time he was deep inside of me. Just as I was close to coming, he removed his fingers, grabbed the paddle, and gave me my sixth spank.

“Fuck you! Six!”

Jack chuckled darkly. “Rule Three, Doll. No coming without permission.” His fingers slipped inside me again so briefly that I questioned if they had even been there.

“Seven! Eight! Nine!” I screamed as the blows came in quick succession.

Tears squeezed from my eyes, and I tried desperately to blink them away when Jack suddenly flipped me onto the bed.

He leaned over me and licked the tears from my face before kissing me passionately.

I was still reeling from the spanking, and the kiss scrambled what was left of my brain so that I didn’t notice he’d tied my hands again until I reached for him when he backed away.

“Seriously?!” I huffed.

Jack laughed as he tied my feet again, leaving me naked, burning in all the places, and spread-eagled on the bed. “You have one more spank, Dyana, and to reiterate, you do not have permission to come.” He raised his hand, and for a moment, I was confused, until I tracked the trajectory of his hand.

Fuck. My. Life.

His hand came down in slow motion, landing directly onto my clit.

“Ten! Fuck, fuck, fuck.” It hurt and felt fucking amazing all at the same time and I had to bite my cheek to keep from begging him to do it again. I closed my eyes, willing my body to calm the fuck down because I was right on the edge and dangerously close to tipping over.

“Look at me,” Jack ordered.

When I opened my eyes, I saw him kneeling between my legs stroking his cock. His hard, dripping cock. I licked my lips in anticipation, and his eyes darkened with desire.

“I want you so fucking bad,” Jack groaned as he leaned down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth.

Finally! I thought as he lined himself up and pushed inside of me. He could do whatever he wanted to me as long as he made me come in the end. When he got a little more than the head in, he pulled out and repeated the process.

What the fuck?

He sat back on his feet again and gripped his dick with his hand at the exact depth he wanted to go. I wasn’t going to come with such shallow thrusts. I needed him deep inside of me. That’s when I realized in horror that he wasn’t going to let me come.

“Don’t you dare, Jack,” I pleaded.

“You feel so fucking good, Baby,” Jack moaned, ignoring me.

I watched helplessly as he continued to use me to pleasure himself.

Finally, he pulled out of me, stroking himself to completion with a ragged moan.

Ropes of cum landed on my breasts and stomach.

When he finished, he stuffed himself back into his pants with a satisfied smile, kissed my forehead, and then left.

Before the door closed behind him, I heard him yell, “See you for dinner, Doll. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

Nope, I changed my mind. This wasn’t a sexcation; it was hell.

Bryce

Day Four

I jogged up the hill, my cock already heavy with anticipation and bouncing along like an excited puppy.

Today, it was my turn to check on Dyana, and I was hungry.

We hadn’t let her come all week, and honestly, I was starting to feel bad for her.

Anytime I voiced that feeling, Jack and Evan were quick to remind me that she had drugged us and tried to get herself killed.

We had to make sure that she never tried something like that again, because in this life, there was always a chance a situation like that could crop up again.

And we couldn’t live without her, so we had to make sure she learned the lesson now.

It still felt a little cruel, but Jack threatened to cut me out of our big finish for Day Six, and I wasn’t willing to risk that, so I’d follow the fucking rules even if it killed me.

“Good afternoon, Sweetheart,” I greeted when I walked inside. Dyana’s sullen look broke my heart.

“Let’s just get this over with,” she sighed with resignation.

Shit. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t edge her, which meant that I wouldn’t be having any fun.

I knew if I started something, her pleas to come would wear me down, and I’d give in to her.

Since that wasn’t an option, we’d have to spend our time some other way.

I untied her and gave her a soft kiss. “Why don’t you take a shower while I make us lunch? ” I suggested.

She looked at me suspiciously. “Alone?”

“Can I trust you not to come in the shower?”

“Probably not,” she answered honestly.

“What if I let you in on a secret? If you can last two more days, on Day Six, we’ll give you so many orgasms you’ll beg us to stop.

But only if you can hold out like a good girl.

I’m trusting you, Dyana, and this entire punishment is about being able to trust you again.

Will I need to talk to Jack about extending your punishment? ”

Dyana’s eyes widened. “No! That’s not necessary. I’ll be good. No orgasms in the shower. Promise.”

“Good girl.” I swatted her ass lightly and nudged her toward the bathroom. “And leave the door open, Sweetheart. To keep us both honest.”

While she went into the bathroom, I went to the fridge and pulled out the experimental mayonnaise Remi had made the other day.

It hadn’t turned out half bad and made an excellent egg salad.

He had also tried his hand at bread, and while it wasn’t Dyana’s, it was passable.

As I peeled the eggs, I looked up to see Dyana in the shower.

Water flowed down her body, reawakening my cock.

Deciding I had plenty of time, I pulled it out and started to jack off while watching Dyana.

Knowing she couldn’t find any release in this moment that should have been private, and that she had no idea what I was doing, was a massive turn-on for me, so much so that it wasn’t going to take much for me to come.

Dyana finished washing her hair and grabbed the sponge to clean her body.

As her hands traveled over her breasts and between her legs briefly, she let out a slight moan before moving her hands to less erogenous parts of her body.

That tiny little moan was enough to send me over the edge, and I only had seconds to figure out where I was going to come.

Spotting the bowl of hard-boiled eggs, a wicked idea entered my mind.

I grabbed it off the counter just in time to catch the cum that exploded from my cock.

I bit my lip to keep from making any sound that might alert Dyana to what I did.

As soon as I finished, I quickly put the bowl back down and stuffed my cock away.

The water cut off, and in a panic, I quickly scooped mayo into the bowl and began to mash the eggs up.

By the time I had the eggs, mayo, and cum incorporated, Dyana came padding out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her.

My eyes flicked up to her nervously. Would she be able to tell?

At my glance, Dyana rolled her eyes and went to toss the towel back into the bathroom.

“You can keep the towel while you eat,” I told her.

“Thank you.”

With another nervous look between her and the egg salad, I decided to bite the bullet and took a quick mouthful of the cummy concoction.

I chewed thoughtfully. It wasn’t that bad.

There was a... flavor... but it wasn’t overpowering.

I didn’t taste half bad. Pleased that I wouldn’t get caught, I split the egg salad between two sandwiches and slid one across the counter to Dyana.

“Egg salad?” Dyana asked.

“Yep. Remy found a recipe for mayo and made a batch.”

“Is it any good?”

“I think it tastes fine, try it.”

Dyana took a tentative bite of her sandwich and moaned, instantly causing my dick to go rock hard again. Holy fuck this was hot.

“What do you think?”

She swallowed her bite, and then her brow furrowed as she processed the flavor.

“It’s good. A bit of a weird aftertaste and a little salty, but with some work, Remi could probably fix those problems. It’s also unlocking core memories of weekend lunches at home when my mom would make egg salad.

I always liked it when the eggs were still a little warm. ”

Relieved I had gotten away with it, I watched her eat the rest of her sandwich, savoring every bite she took while absentmindedly eating my own. When we were done eating, I tied Dyana back to the bed and kissed her. “See you later, Sweetheart. You’re doing so well. It’s almost over.”

I left, and halfway down the stairs, I had to stop and rub one out, coming over the edge.

“How did it go?” Jack asked when I returned to help with the coop expansion.

“Really, really well.”

Dyana

Day Six

This was it—the last day of my punishment.

The morning went like it usually did. We got up, ate breakfast, and then I was tied to the bed again.

I was pretty sure we were going to need to get another mattress from town because this one now had a permanent impression of my body.

At lunchtime, Evan came back to release me from my prison and make me lunch, but instead of edging me to insanity, he tied me back up and left.

Honestly, I was relieved. I was so fucking horny that I felt like I might combust any minute.

I wasn’t sure that I could handle anymore of their delayed gratification torture bullshit.

When evening finally came around, they trailed in, their arms full of food.

“What’s all of this?” I asked.

“We’re having a romantic dinner,” Jack replied. “We need to make sure you’re properly energized for the night we have planned.”

“What’s on the menu?”