it.
He started at her ankles, slapping the falls against her
flesh, overlaying each stroke inch by agonizingly slow inch. Up her thighs that
she longed to part, to roll over and splay wide to his mercy . Jill knew
he left her skin pink in his wake, raising enough of a blush to bring her blood
boiling to the surface. Her captors made sure she wasn’t going anywhere. What
would their reward be tonight? Oh god, she could hardly wait!
Over her ass once more, where his strokes were a little
stronger. Up her back, inch by inch, stroke by stroke, until nothing remained
untouched.
“Roll over,” he commanded.
Her wrists and ankles freed, Jill wasted no time assuming
the position he’d decreed. Royce passed a gaze down her body as if pondering
where to start first. Then he lifted the flogger and slapped it over her
breasts.
“Ohhh.” She rose for more, and got it.
Jill balled the satin cushion in her fists and writhed with
every stroke down her body. Legs wide, she offered her aching pussy to the
lash. Royce ignored her, rolled her toward him, and worked her ass with a
paddle that seemed to have magically appeared. Jill wrapped herself around him,
clit seeking his knee. Royce merely laughed and pushed her to her back.
“Is this what you need?” He slipped his hand to her pussy
and circled his fingers over her clit.
“Oh god yes!” Jill closed her eyes and let sensation have
her. Her insides tightened, coalescing to a hard knot behind her pubic bone—the
final fuse to ignite her. She felt it burning toward her clit. Breath held,
body tensed, she waited…and came with a force only Royce’s inventiveness could
create.
He eased her back down, thumb drawing circles in her pubic
hair. She gave him a smile and dusted her fingers over his arm.
“Don’t think you’ll fool us with hints of lassitude, my
lady,” he said. “Your legend indicates otherwise.” Grabbing her hand, he helped
Jill right herself and turned her around to the sight of Well Hung, naked but
for his erect cock dressed for action, on a pile of cushions.
“He’s yours to ride, my lady.” Royce patted her butt. “While he rides you.”
Jill looked where he pointed and found Adonis ready, cock
also covered and waiting to take her ass. “Shall I anticipate your cock in my
mouth or expect to have to bathe in your milky essence ?”
“Though the last is tempting, I want my cock deep in your
throat.”
Jill glanced at him from the corner of her eye. “Have a
care, my lord and Master. I bite.”
“If you dare one nip, I’ll string you out for the troops,
after I’ve wearied my arm laying the paddle over your ass and fucked myself dry
in your quim.”
“You’ve been reading my historical romances, haven’t you?”
“That’s twice. Stay in the scene, honey. Next lapse and I will wear your ass out.”
Fighting a smile, Jill said nothing, merely crawled toward
Well Hung on hands and knees. When she reached him, she didn’t stop until she
was astride his hips with his cock poised at her entrance. She stared at him a
bit, then took him on a single plunge. Well Hung groaned and winced, then
grabbed her hips and ground himself deeper. Big hands spanned her back and drew
her torso toward him. She lifted her ass as high as possible, hands braced on
Well Hung’s solid chest.
Royce stood beside them, stroking his erection. She watched
the pre-cum ooze to the tip, then saw it disappear under his slow strokes. A
touch of lube made her gasp. No warmth this time. She fisted the hairs on Well
Hung’s chest. Sure fingers tested the way, stretching her anus to accommodate
Adonis’ penis. Her clit was right in that sweet spot—caught between a massive
dick and a hard pubic bone—and still sensitive from coming.
Well Hung groaned at the first touch of Adonis’ cock at her
ass. None of them would last long in this position. It felt too damn good, was
too intense. Royce knelt astride Well Hung’s head, penis fisted in a steady
grip and ready for