What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [66]
“Jason, kneel on one side of her—Decker on the other,” Brent instructed. “Then suck her tits. But don’t suck the rings off—I want those left on.”
Oh shit. Three guys at once? Doing unthinkably intimate things to her?
Maybe, all things considered, it was no more shocking than anything else she’d done, but it felt that way. Three. All strangers. She suffered the urge to cover her breasts, but of course, her arms were chained to the wall. She drew in her breath, suddenly feeling vulnerable again, more than at any point so far.
Damn it. Should she do this? Or should she end the madness and say Susan B. Anthony, once and for all?
But she couldn’t think straight because Brent had sensed her reaction and was back on his feet, pinning her in place with his gaze from across the room. “Remember the flogger, slave. What I give you, you take. Now take it!”
You should say it. Susan B. Anthony. Just say it.
But her pussy throbbed with pleasure, even amid her fear and indecision. Her breasts ached. And when she envisioned what Brent wanted to see—three guys pleasuring her at once . . . oh God—was she crazy? Wicked? More sinful than she could have imagined? Because despite her trepidation, a part of her wanted it. Wanted to see it. Wanted to feel it. Wanted to be that dirty, that brazen.
So she said nothing. Just took a deep breath, looked briefly from Jason to Decker, then faced forward, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back. With her arms still outstretched, she surrendered—crucifying herself in a whole new way.
Her breath caught at the first new sensation—a light chafing of whiskers against the flesh of her breast, then a wet tongue flicking over her nipple. Her pussy spasmed, and she let out a moan when Zack chose that exact second to begin moving the glass toy again.
Next came a warm breath on her other breast, then a light nibble on the peak that made her sob. Jesus God, the pleasure. Already, it was nearly unbearable.
And then they did what Brent had told them to—each man began to suckle her in earnest. Gently, she noticed, so as not to dislodge the rings and chain, but the sensations still stretched through her like taut rubber-bands connected directly to her clit.
She opened her eyes to watch then. And, mmm, the sight was positively obscene. She was the porn movie now. The porn queen.
It was unbelievable to realize she was being so deeply pleasured by three total strangers. Yet she had no choice but to finally let herself sink into it—the sensations were too powerful not to. She had to do what Serena had advised: Enjoy this. She had to take the pleasure Brent always promised—and always delivered. Would she prefer it come from him? Yes. But he was watching, just like last night, and moving closer to her now, and somehow that was the next best thing. She wanted to be hot for him, nasty for him, wanted to be what he wanted to make of her—a submissive slave.
She no longer made any effort to squelch her moans, letting them flow forth at will. It was like exhaling after holding her breath—the whole new level of freedom she’d just given herself increased her pleasure still more. “God—oh God!” she heard herself cry.
Her only frustration was that her clit got no attention. And it needed some—badly.
And then, Brent—only a few feet away now—said, “Zack—remove the dildo and fuck the slave.”
Oh Lord. Oh no.
Just like a few minutes ago—despite all her pleasure, the command froze something inside her. Maybe it made no difference at this point—a guy’s real cock versus a fake one—but to Jenna, it was an enormous leap. Zack remained a stranger, and it was one thing to do all this other stuff, but to be penetrated by another guy, someone other than Brent—the very idea made her panic. Brent kept pushing her tonight, further and further, too far too fast, and she’d just reached her breaking point.
When Zack smoothly extracted the glass toy, time seemed short, so without