My knees scrape against the ground as I struggle, and I can’t begin to say if I’m struggling to get away from the onslaught of fucking or to get closer, to take him deeper. He abruptly pulls out of me, and I feel his knuckles against my ass as he yanks off the condom and jacks himself a few times before his come lashes my ass and the small of my back. “Fuck, but that’s good pussy. Too good.”
Jason moves back, and I barely have time to tense before the other guy takes his place. He’s not any gentler. His cock isn’t quite as long, but it’s thick enough to stretch me uncomfortably. “Stop!” It’s a test, an instinctive response. Not “yellow.” Not “red.” Just more game.
He doesn’t even hesitate to fuck me harder. Three strokes, and then he pulls out. “Flip her over.”
Jason does exactly that, rolls me onto my back and pins my arms above my head as his friend grabs my hips and shoves into me again. It’s so dark in here that they’re little more than shadows over me, fucking me roughly. I could be anyone. They could be anyone.
Pleasure coils inside me. I dig my heels into the ground, arching up. “Please.”
His laughter has none of the kindness he showed me when I yellowed out. “Little slut pretending she doesn’t like it.”
“She’s going to come on your cock while she cries no,” Jason rumbles. He shifts my wrists to one hand and roughly palms my breasts. “Pretty tits. You should come on them. A little ‘fuck you’ to Wolf.”
The one fucking me curses and shoves deeper yet. “Can’t blame him for being homicidal over this pussy.”
The way they’re talking is crass in the extreme. I should hate it. Maybe. Probably. But instead it just drives my desire higher, hotter. My orgasm surges closer.
“Jesus, Rick. Just thinking about it is getting me hard again.”
“No one around.” Rick’s voice has gone harsher. He’s close. “No reason not to go again.” He pulls out of me, moving faster than he has right to, and straddles my ribs.
I thrash and twist, but there’s nowhere to go as he pulls off the condom and jacks himself, quick and hard, until he comes all over my chest, all over my collar. He shifts up and wipes his cock over my lips, jerking back with a laugh when I snap my teeth at him. “Still got fight in her.”
“Get her arms.”
They switch positions. Now that he’s orgasmed, Rick starts using his free hand to play with my breasts, pinching my nipples roughly. “You like this, don’t you? Like us fucking you like this, treating you like the dirty little slut you are.”
“No,” I whisper, lifting my hips to take Jason’s condom-covered cock again. My body is alight with a thousand little pains, and Rick’s fingers on my nipples have my orgasm tightening. I’m so fucking close, Jason pounding my pussy hard enough to leave scrapes on my ass from my thrashing on the tile floors.
Movement to the side draws my attention. A shadow detaches itself from a nearby tree, shifting just enough that I know he knows I see him.
Wolf. Casimir.
Watching these two men fuck me. He shifts forward just enough that I can see his face, can see the murderous rage there. He wants to kill them, to slit their throats and then fuck me in their blood. Not being able to must be driving him feral.
The fact that he’s watching, unable to stop this, seeing them take what he’s claimed as his?
I come so hard, I shriek.
Jason curses. “Holy fuck, I’m going to—” He pulls out of me almost too late, the condom only half off when he comes all over my pussy. “Maybe we should take her to Reaper and have a night with her be our reward. Rushing this has me too worked up.” He lets out a rough laugh and drags his still-hard cock through his come, spreading it over my folds.
“Fuck.” Rick has gone tense. He’s seen Casimir. He releases me and rises swiftly. “Let’s go. There’s more prey to play with.”
“But . . .” Jason follows his gaze and freezes. “Shit. Yeah. Let’s go.” They get up and jog away, leaving me where I lie on the ground, scraped all to hell and covered in their orgasms.
As their footsteps fade, Casimir steps out of the foliage to loom over me. His gaze rakes me, no doubt cataloging every mark and bit of evidence of my being with someone who isn’t him. Come all over my tits, making my collar sticky, all over my pussy.
I can’t do anything but lie here. The adrenaline is still coursing through my body, mixing up the messages in my brain. He’s obviously furious, but I can’t quite bring myself to care right now. I can’t make my body move either. Everything feels distant and spacey, almost like I’m drunk.
“Are you pleased with yourself?”
“Yes.”
He sighs. “Yeah, I thought so.” Casimir crouches next to me and brushes my sweaty hair back from my face. “Are you hurt?”
“I don’t know.”
His thumb strokes my brow. “Game or no game, if they harmed you, I’ll kill them.”
“Can’t. It would make Reaper mad.” I lean into his touch. “They were nice. And then mean. Don’t murder them.”
He carefully scoops me into his arms. There’s a barely contained violence in his body, but that doesn’t stop me from cuddling close and pressing my face to his throat. I’m sticky and sore and starting to get cold. I shiver. “No murder.”
“No murder,” he says, his fury mixed with amusement. “You’re a menace, baby. Nothing easy with you.”
“Sorry.”
“No, you’re not.” He carries me out of the conservatory and down the stairs. There’s no hesitation in him as he navigates the halls. It just confirms what I already knew—he’s been here before, enough times to be familiar with the layout.
We make it back to the room in far less time than I expected. Casimir walks through the space to the bathroom. He sets me down on the counter and takes a wary step back. “Can you sit there while I get this going?”
“Yep.” I say it with more confidence than I feel. The adrenaline is draining away, leaving me woozy. I shiver. “Probably.”
He gives me a forbidding look. “Don’t fall.”
“Sir, yes, Sir.”
“Brat.” He moves to the large clawfoot tub and fiddles with the faucet until the water apparently reaches the temperature he’s satisfied with. Then he comes back to me and tugs off my robe. He looks me up and down and shakes his head. “You’re a mess.”
I follow his gaze. I’m covered in others’ orgasms. There are scrapes on my knees and palms—and ass, from the feel of things. I also have a constellation of bruises forming across my body. But what catches and holds my attention is the collar. Even though it’s sticky with Rick’s come, it’s such a clear indication of ownership that I shiver, way down deep. “Yep.”
Casimir grabs a washcloth and wipes most of the come off me, but frowns at the scrapes. “This will sting, but it’s necessary.”
Though I have every intention of processing those words, it’s hard to focus when he’s taking off his pants. “What?”
He takes me back into his arms and steps into the tub. The second the hot water hits my scrapes, I yelp and try to rise. Casimir clamps an arm around my waist, keeping me pinned to him. “Sit.”
“It hurts.” My voice comes out thick. Holy fuck, what is wrong with me? I suddenly feel like I’m about to cry. I press my hands to my cheeks. “What’s wrong with me?”
“Subspace drop.” Now that I’m no longer trying to flee, he gentles his touch and guides me to relax back against him.
The water buoys me, and his strong body brackets me. Slowly, the worst of the feeling eases. “So that’s what it feels like,” I whisper. I’ve heard about it, of course, but considering how embedded my parents and extended family are in the BDSM community in Carver City, I’d never explored anything that would have done it to me.