Page 76 of Pandora's Pleasure

My fingers clenched the end of the bar—following orders was a blissful way of surrendering…giving over all my power and relinquishing all guilt.

Good girls didn’t do this kind of thing. That had been my mantra all my life and it had imprisoned me. Now, in these unfolding seconds, I felt the bars opening on my confinement. My face burned when I felt a trickle of wetness from my arousal slide down my inner thigh. That sight would serve as an invitation to them, surely.

Oh, God, the stranger would see that jeweled plug in my ass. I felt a flash of humiliation that my butt was on display.

But right now I was merely a plaything.

“You will obey,” commanded Damien. “I’m pleased to give you what you asked for.”

I’d begged for it. This felt raw and real and the vibrancy caused my body to shimmer with desire. Listening, I heard what sounded like the removal of jackets and them being thrown on a couch or a chair—perhaps the rolling up of their sleeves as they prepared.

I suddenly panicked at the thought I might be alone with the stranger. “Damien?”

“Spread your legs,” he ordered.

Relieved he was still here, a rush of need zinged through me as fingers trailed over my butt and squeezed. A hand pressed the arch of my spine to get me to raise my hips even more as firm fingers pinched my flesh—followed by a spank.

“A butt plug,” said the stranger, his voice deep. “I approve.”

My body thrummed as someone twisted that bejeweled toy around, causing me to gasp.

My reaction seemed to incite one of them to hold my hips in place. My breaths came fast as I tried to hold still, unsure how to maintain this pose as another hand slid up my thigh, feeling the dampness there. My cheeks flamed knowing this stranger was caressing the evidence of my slutty imaginings. I clenched and relaxed my pussy, knowing they’d see.

It was easier not having to look at them—Damien had known this, too. Making eye contact with them and then watching their reaction was something I wasn’t ready for…not yet.

A shudder went through me when hands pressed against my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, as though offering me to those gentle fingers that now traced my folds and explored my pussy. I felt a sudden push, a shock as fingers penetrated me.

“Nice and slow,” advised Damien.

Because just yesterday, he’d been the first to ever enter me—the first man to ever take me there. My channel tightened fiercely around what felt like two fingers probing, then pushing farther in and slowly forging a rhythm of entry before withdrawing and reentering me. Soon the finger fucking was a constant stream of force—in and out as though the stranger was getting familiar with my form, penetrating in a rhythm until my thighs trembled and I felt a rush of vertigo.

I was the centrifuge, suspended in time and place…separating into different particles. My asshole clenched my bejeweled toy to bear the unceasing fingering.

“Play with her clit,” said Damien.

Gritting my teeth, I dealt with the shock of the sudden withdrawal of those firm fingers, a desperate moan escaping my lips. Those same fingers were now wholly focused on my clit, forging ahead with a frenzied flicking that delivered pure pleasure.

The stranger caressed my clit while my vagina was being explored, the feeling delicious as two fingers pushed deep, probing, like they were sharing their exploration of my sex.

I heard the sound of my stickiness, aware of how filthy all of this was for me. How I was being subjugated.

What sort of girl does this?

Let me be this unchaste, have this memory to cherish and recall later…my own personal secret, knowing two men had finger-fucked me.

Werefinger-fucking me.

Firm hands eased my thighs wider apart—what I assumed was Damien’s grip holding me in place so there was no escape. Captured by his strength, I squeezed my eyes shut in surprise as a mouth met my sex, the shock of a firm and inquisitive tongue traversing along my folds.

The stranger devoured me, fiercely lapping and licking, forcing pure delight into me, and through me, expelling doubt and fear as I gave myself over to them both, exulting in these heady sensations while pushing back into his face.

“That’s enough for now.”

No, it wasn’t.

I needed more. Needed to be brought all the way—that orgasm snatched cruelly away, leaving me frantic with my hips rocking in wanton need.

“You moved your legs,” came the chastisement from Damien. “When I place you, you stay in that exact position. Understand?”