Chapter 48

Richard

I casually picked up the whip again, striking lightly against her inner thigh, the tip grazing her sensitive skin, making her scream, her sex contracting suddenly, releasing even more fluid.

"Look how wet you are," I whispered, staring at her empty, contracting vaginal entrance, fluid seeping out drop by drop, glistening on her labia. "Your little pussy is fucking begging to be filled."

I moved downward, kissing along her abdomen and hips, leaving hot, wet marks, finally burying myself between her spread legs. Her scent hit me like a punch—pure female desire mixed with her unique Omega fragrance, so intense it made me dizzy. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with this smell, my wolf howling, hungry as if about to devour her.

"Your scent is like a fucking drug," I growled, using my thumbs to spread her labia, completely exposing her entrance. Pink, wet, perfect, like a blooming flower, craving to be touched. I blew gently, making her sensitive skin tremble immediately, then lowered my head, my tongue tracing across her essence, the sweetness nearly making me come in my pants.

"Don't forget to count your orgasms," I reminded her, my voice rough as sandpaper with desire. "I want to hear you call out the numbers when you come for us." Then I devoted my full attention to her sex, my tongue exploring every fold, every secret corner, circling her entrance, then pushing inside, tasting her deeper flavor.

Her orgasm came incredibly fast. She was already so aroused that it took just a few skillful licks of my tongue on her swollen clitoris, plus two fingers curled inside her, precisely hitting the sensitive spot on her front wall, and she exploded with a scream.

Her body arched off the bed, her vagina rhythmically squeezing my fingers, fluid gushing, covering my hand as she reached her first orgasm of the night.

"One," she panted, her voice fragmented by pleasure, as if she'd lost her mind from the fucking. Her thighs trembled like sieves on either side of my head, her sex pulsing against my mouth.

I didn't stop, continuing with my tongue and fingers, while casually picking up the whip and lightly striking beneath her breasts, the slight sting making her scream again, her body jerking, her vagina clenching tighter. Michael whispered obscene encouragements in her ear, his voice as low as if stealing her soul. "That's it, baby, let it wash over you. Your little cunt is beautiful when you come. You're going to do this many more times for us tonight."

His hands took over my work on her chest, pinching her nipples, kneading with a touch of pain, pushing her higher. Her second orgasm was even more intense than the first, her screams filling the room, her back almost completely leaving the bed, fluid rushing onto my tongue, which I greedily swallowed like a dying man drinking her climax.

 I seized the opportunity to strike her inner thigh again with the whip, applying slightly more force, leaving a deeper red mark, her body immediately tensing, prolonging the aftershocks of her orgasm, her screams transforming into hoarse moans.

"Two," she counted, her voice as raspy as a moan, her eyes unfocused from pleasure, misty as if covered by fog.

I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. "Want to give Kevin a show?" I whispered, nodding toward Kevin. He sat there, eyes fixed on us, his chair unconsciously moved closer. He was built like a bear, his muscles so tense they seemed ready to burst, his legs spread, the thick cock in his pants hard enough to show its outline, as if about to tear through the fabric. His eyes burned with naked desire, his nostrils flared, greedily inhaling her scent.

"Spread your legs, wider," I commanded, my voice deep, carrying an irresistible dominance that made her comply immediately. "Let him see your wet pussy, let him see how pink and swollen you are, how much your body wants this."

She obeyed without hesitation, spreading her legs wider, lewdly displaying her glistening sex to Kevin. Her labia were swollen deep pink, her entrance contracting with emptiness, her clitoris hard and protruding from its hood, begging to be touched.

I picked up the whip, lightly sweeping it just above her sex, the tip grazing her labia, just enough force to make her feel the sting, making her scream sharply, her body jerking, another wave of wetness flowing out.

Michael seized the opportunity to take a dildo, slowly inserting it into her, pushing it all the way in as she screamed, her voice filled with pleasure and a hint of pain. "See how smoothly it slides in," Michael said to Kevin, his voice rough as gravel with excitement.

"Her little cunt is so wet it's dripping onto the sheets." He began slowly moving the toy in and out, slightly rotating it with each thrust, precisely hitting all her sensitive spots.

The room was thick with her arousal, heady enough to make anyone drunk. The only sounds were her moans and the wet slick of our joining. Kevin must be in hell right now, able to watch but not touch. Still, he'd have his turn with her later this week. She came again, this time squirting across the bed.

"I… I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice laced with shame.

"I've never done that before," she added, eyes wide, staring at the wet spot she'd left on the mattress.

"You have absolutely nothing to apologize for," I reassured her.

"Honestly, it's fucking sexy," I added.

She still looked embarrassed, but Michael distracted her, switching on the vibrator with one hand while continuing to work her with the other. We brought her to climax seven times.

"If you want us to stop, you know the word," I commanded, pressing the vibrator against her swollen clit. I set it to medium, knowing how sensitive she'd be now.