Chapter 30 Crossing The Edge
Serena
Maybe I’d made a terrible mistake telling them I didn’t need a safe word.
But the pleasure was already so thick, drowning out every rational thought that I couldn’t think straight.
My body had taken over, and my mind was just along for the ride.
They moved like they’d done this a hundred times before.
Sin took the rope first and looped it around my wrists in quick, expert coils, then stretched my arms high and tied the ends to the far legs of his study desk.
The rope pulled taut; and my back arched off the polished wood, my breasts lifting like they were begging for attention.
Saint helped to spread my thighs wide so Sin could tie them up. The position left me completely helpless, my legs were splayed open for them.
I tugged once, testing, but the ropes didn’t budge one bit.
Saint reached between my thighs and pinched my pussy lips together.
“Fuck, Saint.” I hissed, wanting him to do more than just that.
“Do you want me to fuck your tight, little hole with my fingers?” He asked, smacking my clit with his palm.
“Ahhh, yes!” I moaned, rolling my hips.
Sin grabbed the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount onto his fingers, then slicked the black silicone plug until it shone wetly.
He knelt between my spread thighs. One hand rested on the inside of my knee while the other circled my back entrance with slick, patient fingers.
He'd tied me up in such a way that my butthole was facing him too. He'd secured the ropes over my head and behind the table so both holes were easily accessible.
“Brace yourself, baby,” Saint murmured from beside my head.
He cupped my face for a moment, his thumb brushing my cheek, then picked up the gag.
Sin pressed the plug’s tip against me insistently and I clenched instinctively.
“Breathe,” he said, his eyes devouring the sight of me pulsing down there. “Push out. Let me in.”
I tried. But the stretch burned sharply. The feeling was foreign and overwhelming.
He twisted gently, rocking the plug in small increments until the widest part breached me.
Saint smacked my pussy again and rubbed my clit in fast motions that triggered a mini orgasm.
I nearly levitated off the desk. I was dripping on the desk now.
“Oh my God, Siiiiiiiiiiinnnnn!”
The scream tore out of me as Sin pressed more of the plug inside me.
Saint moved fast, sliding the thick silicone gag bit between my teeth.
The curved shape filled my mouth, pressing down on my tongue, the straps buckling snug at the nape of my neck.
I was so wet that when Sin pushed the plug all the way in, the sound it made was obscene, slick and filthy, like my body was confessing something my mouth never would.
I was stuffed full now. Stretched to a place where pleasure and pain stopped being two different things.
Sin rose to his feet in no hurry at all. His hands slid up my thighs like he owned every inch of skin they touched, his fingers curling into the jut of my hips with a possessiveness that made my stomach drop.
He stared down at me the way people stare at things they refuse to share.
"Perfect." The word came out rough, scraped from the bottom of his throat, like even he hadn't expected to mean it that much.
Then he dragged the head of his cock across my lips over and over until I stopped trying to hold myself together. Until I was making soft, broken sounds behind the gag.
I heard Saint move before I saw him. Felt the shift in the air as he left his position and came to stand beside his brother.
"We're going to take you at the same time." Sin's voice was almost conversational. Almost. His hand never stopped stroking himself, his eyes never leaving mine.
Like he wanted to watch the exact moment it hit me.
Panic cracked through the heat, sudden and sharp and real. They were going to claim me at the same time?!
But it was already too late. Sin didn't warn me. He never warned me. He just took.
His cock invaded my pussy in one deep, ruthless stroke, and the world went white. My vision fractured at the edges.
I saw stars, like actual stars, and a sound tore up my throat that the gag swallowed whole. The plug already seated in my ass made the pressure impossible, every nerve ending suddenly shrieking at the fullness, the stretch, the sheer overwhelming weight of him.
I couldn't breathe.
Saint gave me exactly sixty seconds. Not out of mercy, I understood that now, but because he wanted me to feel the difference when he pushed in too.
He lifted my hips off the table with both hands, tipping me open, and pressed forward until just the first inch breached me. My whole body shuddered.
"Fuck." The word fell from Sin's mouth like a prayer being ruined. He was looking down at where we connected, at both points of connection, and something in his expression went savage and reverent at the same time. "Look at that. You're taking us so well, pretty girl. Such a good, greedy little thing."
When they started to move, not in turns, not carefully, but together, finding the same rhythm like they'd done this a hundred times in a hundred dreams…. I stopped thinking in words.
I rocked. I couldn't help it. My body moved without my permission, chasing them, the clamps on my nipples pulling with every roll of my hips and sending sharp little sparks of pain straight down to where they were both buried inside me.
The table creaked beneath us. The room smelled like sweat and sex and something faintly like ruin.
"Yes," Saint hissed against my skin, his grip on my waist tightening until it would leave marks.
"Take every inch. Both of us. You were made for this, don't you dare pretend you weren't."
Sin shifted. He planted one knee on the table and the angle changed entirely, deeper, impossibly deeper, and for one breathless, blinding moment I was certain I was being split in two.
A minute later, the pain melted into something so thick and golden and overwhelming that my eyes stung with it.
My hips moved on their own. I thrust back.
Oh, god.
Oh, fuck.
Something colossal was building at the base of my spine, pulling tight like a bowstring, and I knew with the kind of certainty that lives in the body, not the mind, that when it broke, it was going to shatter me completely.
I was going to come.
And neither of them was going to stop. I came so hard that I also squirted, my wetness gushing out from my pussy like a stream.
Sin's eyes darkened and he changed his game.
He leaned down and grabbed my throat, pummeling his cock into me harder. I couldn't breathe, and he refused to let go.
Saint pulled out and shook him but he didn't stop. Then he swung his fist and hit him. By then I was already passing out, my eyes shutting close against my will.