The Bet (6 page)

“God,
yes,” I mumbled.

He
immediately yanked on one of my tits, and I had to bite back a scream. Bradford
glared at me, with those cold, hard, almost black eyes. “What was that?”

Belatedly,
I remembered he was supposed to be called Master. I’d so rarely had my mouth
free, it was hard to remember these things. “Yes, Master.”

“Excellent.
Give me your ass.” He whipped the blanket off of me, and his fingers worked at
the plug right away. He drew it in and out several times in a slow, rhythmic
motion, before finally pulling it free.

While
I was relieved, I also felt strangely empty.

Bradford
stood again, his hard cock bobbing in the air before me. It was insane that,
after the night I’d already had, I couldn’t help but lick my lips at the sight
of that monster. What the hell was coming over me?

But
he didn’t let me have his cock. “Time to move you up to the next size plug, I
think, Fuck Toy. You handled that one very well for a beginner.”

I
couldn’t stop my groan from coming out.

“Watch
it, sugar,” Jones said, coming back into the room. He, too, was nude now, and
his cock was standing at the ready. “We don’t want to gag you again right away,
but we will.” He sat on the floor with his cock right before my mouth, his legs
bent and spread on either side of me. “Go on. Start sucking.”

I
didn’t need any more invitation than that, sick, sex-crazed Fuck Toy that I was
becoming. I took the head into my mouth and started licking and sucking.

Instead
of controlling my movements, he let me do as I would. I focused on the
underside, drawing a pointed tongue along the insane length of him, when I felt
Bradford return behind me. I tried to focus on the blow job I was giving and
ignore the massive butt plug he was shoving up my ass, but that wasn’t all that
easy to do.

Bradford
rubbed a finger on my clit as he pressed the plug deeper, deeper. I moaned over
Jones’s balls as I sucked them into my mouth.

When
the plug went deeper than the previous one had and stretched me wider, I
accidentally nipped the ball sac in my mouth, just a little brush of teeth.
Really nothing, compared to what I’d been subjected to all night.

But
he ripped his cock away from me. “I think, sugar, you will be getting a
punishment tomorrow for that one. And trust me, you won’t like it.”

I
took a breath, dreading what that might mean.

There
was no time to worry about it now, as Bradford shoved the plug the rest of the
way into my ass quickly, and the base hit me snug against the cheeks.

He
stood up and looked to Jones. “So, how about a bedtime fuck and then we hit the
sack? There’s a lot on the agenda for our Fuck Toy tomorrow.”

I
looked up at them from on all fours. They were both stroking their cocks,
staring down at me hungrily.

Then
Bradford picked me up by the waist and carried me into another room. He tossed
me onto my back on a bed. My head hit the metal bars of the headboard.
Straddling me, he reached under my head and pulled out a leather collar that
was attached to one of the bars and fastened it snugly around my neck. He
climbed off me, and he and Jones each took one ankle still strapped to that
confounded bar, and lifted my legs until they could hook the bar to the
headboard as well. My wrists were attached to my ankles with leather cuffs. The
spiked heels of my stilettos stuck up in the air at a wide angle.

Bradford
went to a table by the door and came back with terrifying looking metal thing.
“Since you think it’s nice to bite your Doms, Fuck Toy, you’re forcing me to do
this.” He forced my mouth open and shoved the metal ring of it between my
teeth. It had curved bars coming out from it, keeping it from moving at all. He
secured it behind my head and then shoved his fingers through the hole it
created, freely moving his fingers around in my mouth.

My
jaw felt like it was going to be locked forever open. Good God, it hurt.

As
Bradford climbed on top of me again, sitting his considerable weight on my
chest, I heard something buzz to life behind him. The bed sank, Jones pressed
his long cock all the way into my pussy, hitting the walls on first thrust, and
then the buzzing Magic Wand pressed to my clit.

I
moaned as Bradford shoved his dick into my mouth, this time easily getting it
down past my gag reflex and into my throat.

As
one, they started fucking the life out of me, ramming my pussy and reaming my
mouth and vibing the shit out of my painfully swollen clit. My head repeatedly
slammed against the bars of the headboard.

“Want
to come again before bed, Fuck Toy?” Bradford asked as his cock pressed all the
way into my throat and held there, taking away my ability to breathe again.

I
couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move to shake my head. Couldn’t believe I wanted
another orgasm already, or that my body was capable of it. All I could do was
moan.

“Let’s
make her come, then.” Bradford reached behind him and pinched both tits.

Jones
turned the speed of the vibe up to high and rammed my cunt like a freight
train. His balls slapped against my ass, whacking the plug deeper with each
thrust.

When
I had to be turning blue from lack of air, Bradford finally let me take a
breath. “Come, Fuck Toy.” He shoved his cock back into my throat and spilled
his cum into me, Jones started spewing in my pussy, and my vision turned all
sparkly just before everything went black.

I
woke up later in bed with one of the two men, the plug still deep in my ass and
a vibrating egg buried in my pussy. At least I wasn’t still attached to the
headboard though. It was still dark, so I had no clue what time it was. I sure
as hell didn’t want to wake up the Dom-for-the-weekend in bed with me to ask,
because who knew what the fuck he’d do to me then.

So
I lay there, aroused and uncomfortable as hell, and tried to get back to sleep.

He
stretched an arm and it moved over me, landing on my hip. He pulled me back
into him until his hard-even-in-his-sleep cock pressed against my ass. I tried
to squirm away, but he only pulled me tighter to him and then ground his hips
against me.

Every
time he dry humped me, his cock nudged my butt plug, which then pressed against
the vibrating egg in my pussy, and I had to struggle to keep from pushing my
hips back against him.

He
rolled us both over, him on top of me, his weight pressing my front into the
mattress. Putting his legs on either side of my hips, he kept me locked into
position as he continued to grind against me.

The
added pressure of the mattress against the egg was almost too much to take. There
couldn’t be any doubt anymore; whichever man this was, he was wide awake and
enjoying every moment of tormenting me.

He
worked his hands under my breasts and squeezed, and I moaned into the pillow,
inadvertently squirming to get away from his touch. They were so damn tender.

“Be
still, Fuck Toy, or I’ll pull that plug out and fuck your ass hard and long
right now.”

So
it was Bradford. Not really surprising.

Pressing
a knee between my thighs to spread my legs, he reached down and pulled the egg
out of my pussy. With no warning, he positioned the egg between the mattress
and my clit, and drove his cock inside me to the hilt.

I
bit down on my lip and buried my face in the pillow to keep from calling out. His
cock was so thick, so wide, it stretched me deliciously.

He
pulled out and thrust in again, taking up a slow, lazy, sleepy pace like Dustin
would do on a Sunday morning when we didn’t have anywhere to be or anything
important to do. For the most part, he just rocked his hips against me and let
the vibrating egg do the work.

It
didn’t matter. As aroused as I was, even a lazy ass bout of sex had me panting
like a horny teenager.

When
he moved his hands to my breasts again and kneaded, I gathered up my courage
and took a chance.

“May
I come, Master?”

I
could almost feel him smiling sarcastically, with those cold eyes glinting.
“No, Fuck Toy, you may not.”

Bradford
started thrusting into me again, not too hard or fast, but each motion pressed
my clit further onto the buzzing egg. Leaving my breasts, he moved his hands
down to pull my legs farther apart, stretching them out until I was nearly in a
split over the bed.

He
grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled back on it as he pushed his cock into
me repeatedly. The pressure built inside me, higher and higher with every
moment.

“Please,
Master,” I begged, not caring any longer who was fucking me or that I had to
degrade myself to find pleasure. “Please, may I come?”

“No,”
he ground out, even as he shot his load into me.

I
couldn’t stop it, though. The warmth filling me, the buzzing on my clit, the
huge cock that had just pounded me from behind…it was too much. I screamed into
the pillow as my pussy convulsed around him.

Bradford
grunted as he drained his load. He stayed right where he was, collapsed on top
of me, his softening cock still inside my used and abused sex. Within minutes,
he was softly snoring in my ear.

A
long time later, I fell asleep again. I dreamed about whips and chains and fucking.

It
was the sound of my own needy whimpers that woke me. I was on my back again
with my wrists shackled to the headboard and my legs spread out in a split,
stretched by my ankles. I had no clue what they were attached to. Couldn’t
bother to figure it out right then, anyway. Nope, my attention was drawn to the
tongues and teeth attacking both of my tits, and my clit too.

Wait
a minute. That was too many sets of tongues and teeth.

I
tried to lift my head to look down and see who was where, but my hair was
attached to the headboard, just like my hands were. I could do nothing but take
it, as tongues and teeth and hands drove me to the brink of insanity and kept
me there.

My
entire body was shaking with need by the time the two men at my breasts lifted
their heads. Bradford kept a hand on me, squeezing and tormenting as he rose up
to look in my face. “There’ve been some problems on another assignment, Fuck
Toy. Jones and I are on our way to sort it all out. We’ll be back tomorrow to
finish with you. In the meanwhile, Thornton here will be doling out your
punishment for disobeying me last night, and continuing with the adventure your
man bought for you. Well, once he’s had his fill of eating your sweet pussy, at
least.”

Which,
since I was on the brink of another insane orgasm, was probably about to
happen, damn them all.

Jones
sat down next to my head and brushed the hair away from my face. “You’ll call
him sir. And you’d be well advised to do exactly what he says.”

I
whimpered, on the verge of begging for the right to come. At that precise moment,
Thornton removed his tongue, lips, teeth, and fingers and pulled away. I let
out a groan of frustration, which Jones smothered with a kiss. He thrust his
tongue deep into my mouth, almost like he was fucking me with it.

The
butt plug, finally, was pulled free and it was almost enough to set me over the
edge. My eyes flew open and I squirmed, but Bradford slapped one of my tits,
hard. “Don’t you dare come again, Fuck Toy.”