Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
I slide my hands up and down until the wetness begins to soak my pants.
There aren’t enough mops in the world to swivel up the drooling faces in this room.
“Oh fuck …” Dylan groans, squirming in his chair like he’s already having trouble staying put.
“Enjoy what you can’t have,” I say, bringing my fingers to my lips so I can lick them, right before diving in.
Felix swallows, trying so hard to keep himself from grumbling, but his hard-on is already massive. I can see it poke out through his pants, begging to be released.
“Penelope …” he rasps. “This is—”
“Cruel?” I interject.
Touching myself like this has never felt like heaven until I saw three boys clambering to get a taste.
“Hot,” he says, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
A smirk forms on my face. Well, I’m glad he finally admits it.
I look at Ali, who’s been watching me from the windowsill, grasping at his bulge like he wants to stroke it.
“You,” I tell him. “Crawl to me.”
And within seconds, he’s on his knees. Listening comes naturally to him.
So of course I’m going to reward him first.
“Fuck …” Dylan rasps as he watches Ali kneel and crawl across the floor to me.
I stop Ali with my shoe, pushing him away right before he’s at my feet. “Take off my pants.”
He eagerly goes to work, sliding it off my thighs with care as though he doesn’t want to damage the expensive goods. Like I’m priceless.
And that … that’s power.
Alistair tugs down my pants and throws them away, then pecks my calves like he wants to worship me.
And finally I hear Felix’s first groan.
“Is this your way of punishing me?” he asks. “Letting my friends have what I can’t?”
“Oh no …” I mutter, pushing Ali down on the floor with my foot again so he’s out of reach. “No one gets to touch this until I say so. And until then … moan and beg.”
“I would beg for this pussy every single day of my life,” Ali mutters while kneeled in front of me, and he spreads his legs to touch himself.
“Show me then … show me how badly you want it,” I say, and I open my legs and start rubbing myself right in front of him.
“Fuck, you’re getting me so hot,” Dylan moans, biting his lip.
“You all called me your slut …” I say, tilting my head as they writhe in their binds. “But now I’ve turned you all into mine.”
DYLAN
Good God. I don’t think I’ve ever been hornier than I am now.
Is this what it felt like to her?
No wonder she wants us to suffer just as badly.
“Yes,” Ali groans, rubbing himself through the fabric of his pants. “I’m your slut just like you are mine.”
He’s only ever begged like that to me. But I guess Pen holds us all in a vise grip. And I am more than willing to submit to anything she wants.
Penelope slides her fingers through her slit, and I can almost feel my own fingers touch her, feel her wetness, dive into that pussy like I wanna drown in it.
“God, you’re torturing me,” I mutter.
“Good,” she responds with a wicked grin. “Don’t even think of looking away.”
She gyrates against her own hand, and her fingers dive into her pussy, sloshing wetness all around. She licks her lips, and my lips part in response, dying to get a kiss.
I’m breathing wildly at the sight of her plunging her fingers inside. My pants are tented, bursting at the seams with a cock so hard I could kill with it.
God, I could kill for this.
I really could.
Alistair
“You want it?” she asks, gazing into my eyes.
I immediately nod.
“Beg.”
Her stern voice gets me off. God, I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
“Please,” I moan, my cock leaving a stain of pre-cum in my pants.
“Take out your cock.”
I immediately zip down and pull out my throbbing length, coating it with the pre-cum.
“Show me how much,” she says.
I start rubbing myself in front of her, still on my knees, and I can’t fucking look away. She looks like a goddess, even in her oversized shirt she borrowed from Felix. To me she’s never been anything other than something I desire. Something I crave so badly I would sacrifice my life for.
And maybe that makes me a bastard, but I don’t give a fuck. For her, I’d happily fall to my knees.
My breathing becomes ragged as she begins to flick her clit, and I swallow away the lump in my throat. My hips instinctively thrust into my hand as I begin to whimper.
“Don’t come,” she murmurs. “Or I won’t ever let you touch me.”
“Fuck.” I can barely hold it.
“You can do it. You want to please me, right?” she muses, dipping her fingers inside.
“Yes, please,” I mutter.
She circles her sensitive bits faster and faster, alternating it with pussy thrusts, and the sight is mouthwatering.