Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
I couldn’t go a third time. I didn’t have it in me.
“Five,” Sophie said, her voice quavering with longing.
“Please, please no more!” Charlotte wailed, the muscles of her inner thighs quaking uncontrollably.
Neil pulled the vibrator away and took his hand off the base of the dildo, which was still buried inside her. He stroked her sweat-damp hair back from her forehead. “You’ve done such a good job. Let’s check in. How are you doing?”
Charlotte blinked at him. “I—”
“It’s all right. Outside of the game, how are you? Red would be stop, yellow would be pause, green would be continue. What level are you at?”
Her brow furrowed. “G-green? But I need a little break.”
“Of course you do.” He kissed her on the forehead, a total one-eighty from the persona he’d been inhabiting moments before, but still entirely in control of the situation. “Stay there. Catch your breath. Can I take this out?”
She nodded, and he slid the dildo gently from her body.
He climbed out of the bed and came to us. “And the two of you. Check in.”
“Green,” El-Mudad said, even though tears rolled down his face. “Green, Sir.”
“And you, Matthew?” The way Neil used my full name sounded like a threat and spiked my arousal even higher.
“Green.” I grimaced. “But fuck this. My cock is going to explode.”
“Well. We wouldn’t want that.” He returned to Charlotte and released her from the cuffs. “You two can stop jerking off now. But you’ve made a horrible mess. Charlotte, clean them off while I tend to Sophie.”
Charlotte stared at him in confusion.
“With your mouth,” he clarified.
Fuck. I’d thought my cock was going to get a break.
Neil handed Charlotte a pillow to kneel on and directed her over to us. She hesitated, until he gripped the back of her neck and forced her down.
“You’ve been such a good girl so far. It would be a shame to ruin it now.” The unspecified warning in his tone made me swallow hard.
To my shock, she started with El-Mudad. And not with his dick, but the long, shining trail down his chest. His breath hitched when her tongue touched his skin, and he groaned. She moved lower.
“Do you like that?” Neil asked, and I looked up. He had a cruel, lopsided smile on his face. “Do you like watching her lick another man’s cum off his chest?”
“Some of it is my cum, Sir,” I said, the words harsh around the edges from my parched throat.
“I’m sure it is. Look at you. You’re still leaking,” he said as he worked to loosen Sophie’s bonds.
He was right. The toys were still doing their work, forcing feeble dribbles from both my cock and El-Mudad’s. The pressure and pleasure from that alone would be enough to make me come again, though it was the last thing I wanted to do.
After tonight, I might swear off orgasms forever.
Charlotte reached El-Mudad’s dick and took the head of him into her mouth. It was a tight fit, trying to wedge herself between us, and her cheek brushed against my aching erection, smearing a swath of wet across her cheek with every rise and fall of her head.
“Tell Matthew how Charlotte’s mouth feels on your cock,” Neil said, unlocking Sophie’s cuffs.
“It’s too much, Sir,” El-Mudad panted.
“That good, is it?” Neil chuckled darkly. “Matthew, is she that good for you, or do you think she’s a bit more enthusiastic because it’s someone else?”
He was goading me. He wanted me to get angry. So he could punish me.
The clever bastard.
“Tell him how it feels,” Neil ordered El-Mudad again, punctuating every other word with a cold full-stop. But Charlotte gagged, and all El-Mudad could say was a long, drawn out, “fuck.”
Neil sighed in disappointment. “Repeat after me: Matthew, your girlfriend’s mouth feels better on my cock than it ever has on yours.”
“Matthew,” El-Mudad managed through his gasps, then swallowed hard. “Your girlfriend’s mouth feels better on my cock than it ever has on yours.”
“Are you going to come in her mouth?” Neil asked him.
El-Mudad winced; he was going to. It was inevitable, though I could see him fighting another climax.
“Tell him,” Neil said.
“Matthew, I’m going to come in your girlfriend’s mouth,” El-Mudad wailed.
“And you, Matthew. Hold Charlotte’s head while she goes down on another man. While she swallows every drop of cum he pumps down her throat.”
I placed both my hands, including the one bound to El-Mudad’s, on the back of Charlotte’s head as she bobbed her mouth up and down on him.
“Now, Sophie. You’ve been so neglected. So patient.” Neil stroked the backs of his fingers down the side of her face. “As soon as Charlotte is finished with El-Mudad, I think you get to ride Matthew’s cock until you’ve come as many times as I like.”
My already engorged dick throbbed painfully, but fuck, did I want to be balls deep in Neil’s wife. Not just for the revenge of it, but she was ridiculously hot. I wished it could have been under different circumstances—when I wasn’t already so sensitive that I would rather have cut my dick off than have anyone touch it ever again—but beggars couldn’t be choosers.