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“What?” Maggie almost moaned when Terry stopped touching her. She’d been so close to release.
“You heard me, rabbit. Start with your tits.”
She couldn’t see a thing with the blindfold, but he had to be kidding. He didn’t actually want her to play with herself in front of those other men, did he?
Terry was a hands-on kind of guy, but occasionally, he liked to watch as she touched herself. He’d sit across the room, his dark eyes filling with heat and making her bolder. Sometimes, he’d make her bring herself to orgasm. She shivered at the memories. Those nights were particularly hot. She’d be satiated and he’d be ravenous—his hands and mouth everywhere as he took her rough and wild.
“Rabbit, don’t make me get the riding crop.”
She bit her lip, remembering him behind her, large and strong, teasing and slapping her naked flesh. Her hands went to her breasts, squeezing. Her fingers found her nipples, rolling them and pinching, sending that surge of pleasure shooting through her abdomen and exploding between her legs.
“Tug on them while you pinch them.” His voice was rough. He was close. It wouldn’t be long before he joined her.
She amped up her efforts, pinching and tugging, moving her hands for a quick moment to make sure he saw her turgid peaks. His mouth would be hungry to taste them, to devour them. More wetness soaked her flesh. The other men would see them too, their eyes heavy and hot as they gazed at her. Their bodies aroused for her. Her legs trembled and her hips began to rock, searching for something—a touch, a finger, a cock.
“Stop.”
Her hands shook as she forced them away from her breasts.
“You cannot come until I tell you. What color are you at, Maggie?”
Her jaw clenched. She didn’t want to answer. He’d make her wait and she wanted to come. She inhaled deeply. He was her Dom. She’d obey. “Almost at Red.”
“Good girl.”
The smugness in his tone made her grit her teeth. He’d have that knowing smirk on his handsome face that made her want to scream. She needed to touch him, or herself, push him beyond his control. Make him give her what she wanted, but she didn’t move. Waiting was torture but the end would be fabulous.
“Tell me when you’re at Green.”
Green? She wanted at least Yellow. Green was so far away from where she was now. Green was cold and she wanted hot and hard, but she inhaled deeply, forcing her body back from the edge. Only their ragged breathing disturbed the silence. No, there was more than her and Terry’s hot and heavy breath filling the room. They were there too, panting and waiting. They’d be staring at her breasts, her body. Were they aroused? Playing with themselves? Her heart raced so fast it stumbled, skipping a beat. The idea of these other men watching her should freak the horniness right out of her. It had before, but it didn’t now. Instead, it made her pulse race and her body hum, revving back toward Red.
Footsteps sounded, moving away from her. She strained to hear. Ice tinkling in a glass. Liquid pouring. His footsteps returning to her side.
“Here.” He captured her hand, wrapping her fingers around the glass.
“Thank you, Sir.” She took a sip. Rum and coke. Strong. She took another sip. He stayed by her, the heat from his body warming her, his scent—cologne, Terry and arousal—wafting around her making the pulse between her legs purr again.
“Finish it.”
She gulped it. The cold of the liquid contrasting with the burn of the alcohol as it slid down her throat.
“What color?”
“Green.” With a hint of Yellow. Her body still tingled with desire.
“Good.” He took the glass and walked away.
She wanted to beg him to stay, to take over and take them both to the end, but she knew better.
“Touch yourself.” He sat on his chair, the wooden legs making a slight scraping sound on the floor.
Her hands went to her chest, finding her nipples. They were still firm but no longer painfully hard.
“Touch your pussy.”
She ran her hand down her torso, taking her time and making him suffer. She wanted to see him—his dark eyes hungry and hot as she teased herself and him.
“I can see your desire through your panties. You’re even wetter than before.”
It wasn’t a question, but she answered anyway. “Yes, Sir. For you.”
He moaned and she was pretty sure so did at least one of the other men. Her hand skimmed over her mound, fingers searching her folds through her panties. The men’s breathing increased, heavy and hard, emboldening her. She slipped her hand between her legs and under the wet silk. Her mouth parted as she teased her clit for one quick second before bringing her finger to her lips and painting them with her desire.
“Jesus.”
It wasn’t Terry. It was one of the others, voice thick with desire. Whoever spoke danced the edge of passion because of her, just by watching her. She’d help him along. She opened her mouth and sucked on her finger.
“Fuck me.” Again, not Terry.
“That’s not going to happen.” That growl was Terry and he was by her side in a second, his mouth hard and hot on hers, his tongue invading and demanding.
She wrapped her arms around him, leaning into his strong, hard body and melting against him. His dick pressed against her belly but it was too high. She stood on tiptoe and rubbed against him, his hard flesh soothing her but not enough. She needed him inside her. “Terry...Sir, please.”
“Not yet.” He nipped her lip and unhooked her arms from around his neck before walking behind her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. “Feel what you do to me.” He rocked against her, his dick hard and insistent against her ass. “You, Maggie. You do this. No one else. Just you.” His words were like gravel in her ear—harsh and desperate.
“Yes.” She grabbed his wrist, clinging to him but also trying to persuade him to move his hand between her legs, to touch her where she ached for him.
“Now, see what you do to them.” He pulled off her blindfold as his hand cupped her mound. His fingers rested gently on her folds, taunting.
Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes focused, seeing the others. All three of the men watched her— eyes hooded with passion, faces taut with desire. Her gaze dropped lower.
Richard’s pants bulged, his hand wrapped tightly around his glass. Dale smiled when he saw where she looked and continued to rub himself through his jeans, a soft rhythmic pressure to keep himself aroused but nothing that’d take him to completion. Bruce, however, stroked away, his cock out of his pants, the tip purple. He wouldn’t last long.
“See them, Maggie. You did this to them. You.” Terry kissed her neck. “You’re so fucking hot and sexy and beautiful.”
She felt it. She always did when she was with Terry but this was different. They didn’t care for her. Two of them didn’t even know her but they wanted her. His fingers began to move, sliding over her folds and rubbing.
She clasped his wrist, holding him in place, keeping the pressure and the motion on her pussy. “Terry...I’m...Red.”
“Come, Maggie. I want them to see how beautiful you are when you come.” His hand pushed under her panties and he shoved a finger inside of her, pumping in and out as his lips captured her neck.
It was what she wanted. What she needed. His touch. His body. Her eyes closed and her head dropped onto his shoulder as waves of pleasure rushed through her.
“Open your eyes.”
It was difficult, but she obeyed.
“Look at them. Let them see you break apart and shatter in my arms.”
Richard’s face was tight and his eyes a stormy blue. His arm shook as he clasped his glass like it was a lifeline. Her eyes trailed down his body to his crotch. His bulge was even larger than before.
Terry’s thumb teased her clit, rolling and pressing. “See what you do to them. See how hard their dicks are for you.”
She gasped, rolling her hips with his touch. Her tongue darted out, licking her dry lips as her gaze moved on to Dale. His hand still stroked his cock through his pants, but his motion was a little faster, a little firmer. He had nice arms, lean but muscular. Her eyes locked with his blue ones. He smiled. It was wicked and hot, making her body tremble against Terry’s hand.
“You like this, don’t you?” Terry nipped her ear as he slid another finger inside her. She moaned low and long as he stretched her. “Look at Bruce. Watch him come. For you.”
Her gaze darted to Bruce, but he was beyond seeing. His eyes were half-closed and locked on Terry’s hand. Bruce’s stroking matched Terry’s rhythm, as if his dick were between her legs instead of straining for release beneath his own fingers.
Terry’s grip around her waist tightened and he kicked her legs farther apart. He twisted his hand, curling his fingers and hitting her G-spot over and over.
“See what you do to them. See Bruce. In his head he’s making you tremble. He’s fucking you hard and fast. This”—he slipped another finger into her—“is his dick.”
She gasped as he stretched her farther, his fingers relentless in their motion, bumping against that spot. Her breath froze in her chest as pleasure rose, threatening to overtake her. Bruce’s fist tightened and he groaned, leaning to the side and coming onto the floor.
“You did that.” Terry pressed down on her clit with his thumb as he continued to stroke inside of her.
It was too much. Bruce’s orgasm, the storm raging through her body. She moaned, her nails digging into Terry’s wrist as she broke apart, her body trembling and her hips thrusting against his hand as she came.
“Beautiful. Fucking, breathtaking,” said Richard.
Terry pulled his fingers from her, sliding them into his mouth. “And delicious.”
Dale’s blue eyes were dark and heavy. “May I have a taste?” He stared at the juncture between her thighs, burning her with his gaze.
“Would you like that, rabbit? Dale can eat you out, while Richard sucks your tits and I’ll fuck you from behind.”
Her heart had never raced so fast as his words painted pictures in her head. It was erotic. Taboo. Was she ready for that? Did she even want that? She didn’t know. Her pussy tightened at the thought but she wasn’t sure. She’d let Terry decide. “Whatever you want, Sir.”
“Good answer”—he grinned against her neck—“but I want to know what you want. What you really want?”
Did she want them? Terry wasn’t good with sharing.
“Answer, rabbit. We’ll do whatever you want. Do you want them to fuck you?” His head shifted slightly so his cheek rested against hers. “Bruce might not be up to it, but the other two are more than ready.”
Bruce was stuffing his flaccid penis back into his pants as the other men looked at her, their gazes hot and hopeful. They were both attractive and she was sure they’d make it good for her, but...
“No.” She didn’t want them. “Only you. I only want you to...fuck me.”
Some tension left his arms. “What about the other? Do you want them to suck your tits or lick your pussy while I fuck you?”
Her breath rattled in her chest as images once again flashed into her head. “No.”
Dale seemed to deflate, except his dick. That didn’t sag even a little.
Richard stood, grimacing a little. “Maybe next time, Maggie-May.” His eyes met Terry’s. “Thanks for letting me watch.” He turned and strode from the room.
“Hold up, Richard. I’ll buy you a drink while I find a woman.” Bruce stood and followed.
Dale didn’t move, except his hand. It was back to making a slow stroke on his cock. “Unless you want me to go, I’d like to stay and watch a little more.”
“Fine with me, but shut the door when you do leave.” Terry bent, grabbing the handcuffs from the floor. He straightened, reached around her and slapped them over her wrists.
“What are you...”
He raised her arms, his large hands grasping her sides and lifting her. He slid the cuffs over the hook and let her slide down his body. As soon as she was on her toes, he walked to her front.
“These have to go”—he yanked her underwear down and pulled the chair closer—“because I’m going to have more than a taste.”