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She didn’t offer me anything more, too caught up in how she felt.

I wasn’t surprised. She may have touched herself before the wedding, imagining Renzo and her together, but I also knew those orgasms were nowhere near as satisfying as the ones we had given her.

Our orgasms shook her bones and whited-out her mind until she couldn’t think.

All she could do was feel. And these orgasms she would cherish in memories I could access.

I watched as a slow-building orgasm rolled over her.

Strong enough to curl her toes and make her whimper and moan, but not enough to make her scream.

Now that the first one was out of the way, the real fun could begin.

I stood and stepped back into the view of the cameras before I crouched in front of her.

“That felt good, didn’t it fucktoy?” I slipped a finger under her chin and lifted it just enough so she had to look me in the eye, but not enough to pull on the chain binding her collar to the post. I kept her gaze on me as I turned the dial up on the wand to high.

Her thighs immediately snapped together, trapping my hand.

She made a sound like all the air had been punched from her lungs.

Her body lurched forward, only to be brought short by the chain on her collar, forcing her to keep her head up or risk choking herself.

“Now you understand. There is still more fun to come, but you’ll get there.”

She didn’t have to give me anything she didn’t want to. But she was going to find out exactly why I had tied her up that way. She could move her legs as much as she wanted, though her thighs were clenched tight.

I took advantage of her hold on my wrist, to pinch her clit between two fingers, my digits vibrated relentlessly with the pressure of the wand.

I grinned as she cried out and lifted herself off of the wand.

This was the best fucking part. The leash on her nipple clamps pulled the chain tight, causing the clover clamps to tighten and pinch her nipples painfully while also pulling on them hard.

Her movement also caused the collar to pull backward, choking her, as the chain went taut.

Isabetta’s cry from seconds ago was nothing compared to the scream I drew from her now, and she immediately lowered herself back onto the wand.

Her eyes were full of betrayal as she glared at me, horrified.

I grinned as I dragged my hand from between her thighs, rubbing the wetness on my fingers across her lips.

“Now you get it, fucktoy. The more you shift away from the wand, the harder the chain pulls on those nipples and the more you choke yourself. Which one is worse? Right now, it’s the nipples, right?

” I didn’t need her to nod to know the answer, but she did with a desperation to her movement.

Chuckling, I stood and strode back to my seat to watch the show, winking at the camera as I passed.

Isabetta kept herself pressed against the wand, letting the vibrations drive her to a second orgasm, then a third, each one more intense than the last. Her thighs trembled, her pretty hair stuck to her back, and her skin shone with sweat.

She had closed her eyes, probably in an attempt to tune me out, but I was patient.

I would be there, waiting, when she opened them.

After her fourth orgasm, she let out a sob, and lifted herself off the wand again.

Her eyes snapped open at the pulling on her nipples.

She immediately lowered herself, but not all the way.

I couldn’t keep myself from grinning. She wouldn’t be able to hover like that for long, as her thighs would tire.

Her teeth were digging into her lip as she glared at me.

It was all my fault, so I couldn’t blame her.

All too soon, her shaking thighs gave out, and she pressed back against the relentless wand.

“Please Havoc! I can’t take anymore. Turn it off!” And there it was. It wasn’t the begging, though I knew I would come from that soon, but it was a good start. Leaning forward, I watched her closely.

“I could, but I’m not going to … yet.” Watching her shoulders slump was a sweet victory, but it wasn’t what I truly wanted. “I will tell you what you have to do for me to let you up, though.”

She sat up, all eager again. Isabetta really was precious.

“Please, I will do anything.” Her words were desperate, panted out in between whimpers and shaky breaths. And I was going to make her fucking regret them.

“Anything, you say. Well, this should be easy, then. All you need to do is beg me to fuck that pretty ass of yours.” I could see her swallow in fear.

We hadn’t fucked her ass yet. I had played with the plug, which she’d been wearing pretty consistently, but none of us had fucked her yet.

She shook her head, letting her fear get the better of her. I wasn’t surprised, even if I was disappointed. I had known she wasn’t going to beg me instantly, but it didn’t mean I wouldn’t have been glad to see it happen.

“No? Well, your other choice is to beg me to fuck your cunt with my fist. So I’ll let you choose which one you want.”

If I had thought she had looked shocked that I wanted to fuck her ass, it was nothing on the expression she made when she heard me say I wanted to fist her cunt.

She straightened up in shock, only to yelp and slam herself back down onto the wand with a pained groan.

“Havoc! You can’t ask to do either of those things. You won’t fit.”

I rolled my eyes and lifted my hand, deliberately spreading my fingers, then making a fist. “You would be surprised what your little fucktoy body can take, Isabetta, and I plan on showing you just how far you can stretch. You watched Renzo fuck my ass this morning, and as much as a man never wants to admit it, his cock is thicker than mine. Those are your choices. Or you can stay like that until you pass out, and then we can do it all over again tomorrow.”

For a moment, I thought she might take the third option.

I didn’t need to read her mind to know she thought she could appeal to Milo for sympathy.

But to reach that point, she would have to come so many times she passed out, and as another orgasm rolled through her, driving her sensitivity higher, she knew she really didn’t have a choice.

I didn’t rush her decision. She looked stunning, weighing up her options with tears in her eyes. Looking at me pleadingly, like the desperation on her little face would influence the choice I had given her. I was the wrong twin for that shit to work on.

I could see the moment she made her choice. Her shoulders slumped and her head fell forward as far as the collar would let it. I didn’t hear her at first. Her whispered words were overshadowed by the buzz of the wand against the board.

“Sorry fucktoy, if you want something, you’re going to need to speak up.” Now I was being mean. I knew it, but I also didn’t care.

She glared up without raising her head, as she practically spat out the words. “My. Ass.”

I tilted my head like I was considering her answer before shaking it slowly, but I spoke before she could panic that I was going to take her choice away. “That’s not what I said, little fucktoy. I said you had to beg me to fuck your ass. So come on, I don’t have all day. Although, I guess you do.”

Her growl of frustration was primal, but not enough to make me feel bad. I was loving every second.

“Please Havoc, won’t you…” She struggled to find the words, she was so prim and proper. She cast another desperate look at me, but my expression told her I would not relent. “Please, won’t you fuck my ass?”

I stood with a grin, not wanting to draw out her misery, especially when I had the chance to be balls deep in a hole the other two hadn’t experienced yet.

“Of course, fucktoy, all you had to do was ask.” I stepped over to her and turned off the wand before unclipping the chains.

I didn’t remove the clamps or the binds on her wrists as I hoisted her to her feet, then threw her over my shoulder.

Today was a good fucking day.