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before an intense pain
shot through her nipple. She screamed and tried to dislodge whatever
was pinching her now distended, hard nipple. The tight bead was
soothed as quickly as it had been punished by a wet tongue rasping over
it. Immediately the pain became a pleasure sizzling its way to her vagina,
drenching the hair which would soon be gone.
Suddenly she didn’t care what they did to her pubic hair, she just
wanted one of them to touch her.
“A screamer, huh?”
“I told you she was.”
“You made it sound like she was a little noisy, not loud enough to
shake the rafters.”
“Yeah, well, I wanted you to see for yourself.”
Brianna mentally pictured Cole’s shrug and nearly cleared her throat
as they talked about her as if she were not there. Her nipple was
throbbing beneath its clip, a delicious, warm tingle, now that the pain
had dissipated.
“Please,” she begged, her body again doing the speaking for her.
“Please what?” Tyler asked.
There was no emotion in his words, as if he didn’t care that he had a
tied-up, naked woman laid out like a sacrifice in front of him.
“Please, touch me. Cole,” she offered at the last second, remembering
his desire for her to say his name.
“You remembered. I’m impressed.”
-50- Blackmailed
He touched her then, laying the hot washrag over her mound. The
heat scorched her raised clit, adding to the searing pleasure/pain at her
nipple. Her body hummed with desire.
Warm lips closed around her free nipple, sucking it into a hard peak.
Tyler, she thought, rolled it around his wet mouth, consuming her. She
moaned and ground her head into the mattress. Cole laid his hand over
her washrag-clad pussy and pressed in rhythm with the mouth sucking
her breast. Its rough texture antagonized her clit, but did not give her
enough.
She wanted to touch someone, to feel the hardness of Cole’s body
against hers as he devoured her. Even more perverse, she wanted to slide
her hands over Tyler’s skin, to learn the shape of him through touch, if
she would not be allowed to look at him.
His lips released her tight bud with a pop one second before it was
clipped the same as its twin. She screamed and bit into her lip, tasting
the coppery fluid leaking onto her tongue.
“Oh, God. Oh, God.” She thrashed her head back and forth, denying
the shooting pulses of pain grinding away at her chest. Her nipples
burned deliciously as a tongue once again soothed the offended flesh.
One touch to her clit would send her over the edge, but now she realized
the rag had been lifted and the hot wetness was gone. A cool breeze
wafted through her pubic region, cooling her desire.
“Please!” she pleaded, unashamed now that she was so close.
“Not yet, little one.” Tyler chuckled, his words coming from close to
her breasts.
“You cannot leave me like this,” she cried out in frustration and
excitement.
“I can do whatever I want. This is my show today. Cole had his turn
yesterday.” There was an almost whiny quality to his voice. A picture
crept into her head of Cole and Tyler as children, fighting over a toy.
Brianna shivered. Why, she wasn’t sure. Picturing these two men as
children should have completely erased her desire. Instead it increased
it. Cole laughed, leaving Brianna wondering why.
-51- Annmarie McKenna
She heard a slap and envisioned them giving a high five. Then she
felt a slap, sharp against her clit, and jolted as much as her bindings
would allow. Her pussy reheated and renewed its traitorous begging to be
touched.
It was rewarded when someone slid two very large fingers inside her
vagina. Her muscles, sore from their use last night, protested at the
sudden intrusion.
“So fucking tight. How does she taste?”
Cole grunted. “Like heaven.”
Tyler’s fingers worked in and out of her, stretching her and spreading
her juices. She felt it as it dripped down along the skin between her
vagina and anus. Brianna
shot through her nipple. She screamed and tried to dislodge whatever
was pinching her now distended, hard nipple. The tight bead was
soothed as quickly as it had been punished by a wet tongue rasping over
it. Immediately the pain became a pleasure sizzling its way to her vagina,
drenching the hair which would soon be gone.
Suddenly she didn’t care what they did to her pubic hair, she just
wanted one of them to touch her.
“A screamer, huh?”
“I told you she was.”
“You made it sound like she was a little noisy, not loud enough to
shake the rafters.”
“Yeah, well, I wanted you to see for yourself.”
Brianna mentally pictured Cole’s shrug and nearly cleared her throat
as they talked about her as if she were not there. Her nipple was
throbbing beneath its clip, a delicious, warm tingle, now that the pain
had dissipated.
“Please,” she begged, her body again doing the speaking for her.
“Please what?” Tyler asked.
There was no emotion in his words, as if he didn’t care that he had a
tied-up, naked woman laid out like a sacrifice in front of him.
“Please, touch me. Cole,” she offered at the last second, remembering
his desire for her to say his name.
“You remembered. I’m impressed.”
-50- Blackmailed
He touched her then, laying the hot washrag over her mound. The
heat scorched her raised clit, adding to the searing pleasure/pain at her
nipple. Her body hummed with desire.
Warm lips closed around her free nipple, sucking it into a hard peak.
Tyler, she thought, rolled it around his wet mouth, consuming her. She
moaned and ground her head into the mattress. Cole laid his hand over
her washrag-clad pussy and pressed in rhythm with the mouth sucking
her breast. Its rough texture antagonized her clit, but did not give her
enough.
She wanted to touch someone, to feel the hardness of Cole’s body
against hers as he devoured her. Even more perverse, she wanted to slide
her hands over Tyler’s skin, to learn the shape of him through touch, if
she would not be allowed to look at him.
His lips released her tight bud with a pop one second before it was
clipped the same as its twin. She screamed and bit into her lip, tasting
the coppery fluid leaking onto her tongue.
“Oh, God. Oh, God.” She thrashed her head back and forth, denying
the shooting pulses of pain grinding away at her chest. Her nipples
burned deliciously as a tongue once again soothed the offended flesh.
One touch to her clit would send her over the edge, but now she realized
the rag had been lifted and the hot wetness was gone. A cool breeze
wafted through her pubic region, cooling her desire.
“Please!” she pleaded, unashamed now that she was so close.
“Not yet, little one.” Tyler chuckled, his words coming from close to
her breasts.
“You cannot leave me like this,” she cried out in frustration and
excitement.
“I can do whatever I want. This is my show today. Cole had his turn
yesterday.” There was an almost whiny quality to his voice. A picture
crept into her head of Cole and Tyler as children, fighting over a toy.
Brianna shivered. Why, she wasn’t sure. Picturing these two men as
children should have completely erased her desire. Instead it increased
it. Cole laughed, leaving Brianna wondering why.
-51- Annmarie McKenna
She heard a slap and envisioned them giving a high five. Then she
felt a slap, sharp against her clit, and jolted as much as her bindings
would allow. Her pussy reheated and renewed its traitorous begging to be
touched.
It was rewarded when someone slid two very large fingers inside her
vagina. Her muscles, sore from their use last night, protested at the
sudden intrusion.
“So fucking tight. How does she taste?”
Cole grunted. “Like heaven.”
Tyler’s fingers worked in and out of her, stretching her and spreading
her juices. She felt it as it dripped down along the skin between her
vagina and anus. Brianna
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