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A lmost as soon as I feel the blade pull away, the sharp sting of a hand striking my bare ass hits me. I gasp, my breath faltering for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden act. Just as the sensation settles in, another smack lands, harder this time, and a low moan escapes my lips. The sounds around me blur together—shuffling feet, the rustle of clothes—until the third strike hits, sending a shudder through my entire body.

“Oh God,” I whimper, my voice breathy and desperate. The heat between my legs becomes unbearable, and I feel the slickness of my arousal begin to drip down my thigh. Just then, I feel a tongue trace a slow, deliberate line along my pussy, teasing me from behind.

“Not God, kitten.” Blade’s deep, commanding voice cuts through the haze in front of me. His hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back, forcing my head up. Before I can respond, his cock is thrust into my mouth while the mouth working on me from behind seals itself over my pussy, sucking and licking with ruthless precision.

Blade is swift, firm, and the taste of him overwhelms my senses, his flavor filling my mouth, earthy and intoxicating. There’s a hint of something musky, like a blend of dark vanilla and forest air after rain. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good, Red.”

I whimper as I take him in deeper, my teeth lightly grazing along his length. He growls in response, tightening his grip on my hair, pulling my head down farther as he pushes his cock deeper into my mouth.

Panic rises in my chest as I struggle to breathe around him, but he doesn't let up. He holds me firmly in place, my throat constricting around him as I fight for air. Just when I think I can't take it anymore, he suddenly pulls back, releasing his grip on my hair. Gasping for air, I hear him laughing above me.

"Don't forget to breathe, Red," he mockingly reminds me in a calm tone. Though I am blindfolded, I can feel the amusement radiating off of him. His words are like ice, cool and composed, and yet they only stoke the fire within me even more.

Behind me, the skilled tongue and fingers play me like an instrument. They work in tandem, teasing me just to the edge before pulling back, leaving me panting, desperate for release. The torture of it only makes the pleasure sweeter, more intense. Every nerve in my body is on fire, the stinging pain of the spanking mingling with the pleasure surging from both ends of me.

I lose myself to the sensation—the hard surface of the chair beneath me, the way Blade’s cock fills my mouth, the relentless mouth and fingers driving me mad with need. My moans are muffled, but they grow louder, vibrating against Blade’s cock as I teeter closer to the edge.

Then, without warning, Blade pulls away, leaving me gasping and disoriented. He replaces his cock with his fingers, brushing them across my lips, waiting for me to obediently take them in. I do, mouthing them eagerly, whimpering around them as my body quakes with unsatisfied desire.

Behind me, the man pleasuring me growls low in his throat, his grip tightening on my hips as he works me harder, faster. His tongue flicks mercilessly over my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the release I’ve been craving. My body convulses, caught between the mounting pleasure and the tension of being restrained, my back arching as I cling to the sensation.

He’s silent as he works, save for the occasional groan of satisfaction that vibrates through me, the rhythm of his tongue and fingers perfectly in tune with my rising need. My thighs tremble uncontrollably, begging for release that feels just within reach, yet still maddeningly distant.

“Please,” I gasp, barely managing the words between desperate breaths. Blade’s fingers slip from my mouth, dragging along my lips before returning for another taste. I welcome them eagerly, my mouth and body betraying how much I need them. The taste of him lingers—heady, addictive, consuming me from the inside out.

Blade lets out a satisfied growl as he pulls his fingers away, leaving me squirming in frustration and anticipation. I hear an irritated groan from my right—Raven, no doubt—growing impatient from having been left out of the fun for too long.