‘Focus, Ophelia.’ He soothed the sting with his palm, and I couldn’t help the moan he tore from my throat. ‘I’m going to fuck you with my fingers, but I won’t let you reach your climax until your mouth is full of his come. Is that clear?’
Dan pulled out to let me speak, a string of saliva connecting my wet lips to his bloated cock head. ‘Yes, Sir.’ I swallowed. ‘Please, Sir.’
‘Good. You’re finally learning.’ Dr Braithwaite pushed two fingers into me, hooking them to test my promise. His other hand found my breast. He played with my nipple as he pumpedinto me. ‘You’re so wet,’ he said as Dan slid his cock to the back of my throat. ‘Can you hear me fucking you?’
I could. I just couldn’t decide if I was mortified or too turned on to care. There was no time to decide. No space for doubts. The two men fucked my mouth and my pussy as if they were puppeteers, and I loved everything about it. I loved being the reason for their pleasure. I loved Dan’s groan when his cock hit the back of my throat, and Dr Braithwaite’s sharp breaths as he tried to distract me with deep thrusts of his hand.
I managed to focus on both, licking the plush cock head as Dan pulled back, then kept my mouth open for more. He grinned. ‘She’s such a good girl.’
‘A filthy little slut,’ Dr Braithwaite murmured. ‘I can’t wait to fuck some sense into you.’ His hand pumped harder and faster into me, filling the room with wet slaps. I moaned around Dan’s cock. ‘That’s right. You enjoy being used by us, don’t you? You want us to fill all your holes with our come.’
I did. It was shameful, degrading, yet I’d never felt more alive. More wanted.
His thumb swept across my clit. He teased the tight bundle of nerves by drawing circles around it whilst his other hand pinched and rolled my nipple. Helpless and needy, I shifted my legs wider apart. Dr Braithwaite laughed softly. ‘Look how greedy she is, Master Dan. Look at her begging me to play with her. What do you want?’ He thrust again before gliding his wet fingers to my butt. ‘You want me to fuck your arse?’
My widened eyes met Dan’s. He smirked. ‘I don’t think good girls take it up the arse, Sir Emmerson.’
‘Ah, but…’ Dr Braithwaite teased the tight muscle, circling it with a wet finger before pressing slightly. ‘She’s not a good girl. She’s a slut. Ophelia just doesn’t want to admit how much she wants to be used like a cock sleeve.’ He entered me with the tip of one finger. I jolted. ‘So tight,’ he murmured before kissing myneck. ‘Don’t worry. Your virgin arse can take my cock. I’ll stretch it to make it fit.’
Unsure of what to think or feel, I focused on Dan. Bobbing my head, I tried to get him where he needed to be so I could get some relief.
Dr Braithwaite withdrew his hand. ‘Master Dan, can you sit on the futon? I need better access to her holes.’
Heat flooded my cheeks when Dan pulled out. He moved the futon closer and plopped down on it. ‘Rise onto your knees, sweetheart. Sir Emmerson wants to prepare your arse while you suck me off.’
Again, the men gave me space. This time, I recognised what the pause meant – a chance to withdraw my consent. To end the scene.
My thighs trembled as I lifted my butt off my heels. With my wrists tied behind my back, I almost lost my balance when I leaned forward to take Dan’s cock back into my mouth. Dr Braithwaite gripped my arm to steady me.
‘Bend forward and spread your legs wide apart,’ he said. ‘Present your cunt. I want to see all of it.’
I jolted, ice running through my veins. He watched me intently, seeking and finding the reason for my hesitation. A firm line formed between his dark brows. ‘Now.’
I drew a sharp breath. It was only him. He’d seen me naked before. I could do this. I squeezed my eyes shut and bent forward, positioning my body as he wanted.
Dan swept up my hair, holding it back as my mouth found his cock again. ‘Good. Focus on sucking me off. That’s your only job.’ He pressed my head against his groin. The new angle made it easier for him to hit the back of my throat. I breathed against his pubic hair as he held me there for a long beat. ‘Good,’ he praised as I started bopping my head. ‘Suck me, sweetheart. I want to fill your mouth.’
Too focused on him, I startled when Dr Braithwaite squirted something cold on my sex. ‘As soaked as you are,’ he said, spreading it. ‘I need lube for this tight little arse.’
I tensed, choking on Dan’s cock.
‘Relax,’ Dr Braithwaite said. ‘Master Dan, did you know Ophelia doesn’t think sex is as good for women as it is for men?’
Oh God. I groaned.
‘Is that so?’ he chuckled. ‘Sounds like Ophelia’s been with men who don’t know how to get her off.’
‘She also thinks only women with a tragic past can enjoy being called a slut.’ Dr Braithwaite eased one finger inside my bum. Moving it slowly in and out, he flicked my clit, making me groan and writhe as I fought against my body. ‘Tell me, Ophelia. What childhood trauma made you enter the club tonight with two men, knowing we’d take turns fucking you?’
Cheeks blazing, I swirled my tongue around Dan’s shaft.
‘No answer?’ Dr Braithwaite increased his pace, making me groan. ‘No witty comeback? No theories as to why your body responds to my words? Do you hear this?’ He patted my pussy. ‘You’re soaked, and all we’ve done is tease you. Make you suck a little cock. We’ve barely started, yet you’re trembling with need.’
He was right; I had no childhood wounds that needed healing, just a scab he wanted to pick at. Now I was naked on my knees, rocking against his hand as he finger-fucked my arse.
‘You like being my little slut, don’t you?’ His knuckles slammed against my butt as he thrust harder. ‘Admit it.’
Never.
