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Abby’s lips curl upwards. “It’s a virtue I don’t possess,” she grins. I swear I’ve heard that sassy voice somewhere before, but for the life of me, I can’t place it. Maybe I haven’t and I just wish I had.
Without warning, Soren slaps her exposed cunt, making her cry out. Whether it’s in pain or pleasure, I don’t know. Maybe a bit of both since she’s still wearing the clamp around her clit.
“Attagirl,” I praise when she presses her lips together. I can’t help smirking down at the woman. The game continues, and I am far from done with her yet. Neither of us are.
As Soren unhooks the clamp from Abby’s tender flesh, I have to remind myself the woman moaning isn’t my ex. I don’t know why I always think about that lying bitch when I have a woman stretched out in front of me, but I do.
The bitter taste of my ex’s betrayal coats my tongue like acid, a never-ending reminder of a past that haunts me. This is why I come here, why I pay to play the scenario of a doting boyfriend. Because when I play, my heart isn’t on the line.
“Ready for more, Abby?” Soren’s voice pulls me back to the present, his tone rough with desire.
I don’t wait for her reply. I move down between Abby’s spread legs, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal. It’s intoxicating, like a drug that erases the pain, if only for a moment. My nose grazes her, absorbing every hint of her essence before my tongue reaches out, tentatively at first, then with increasing hunger.
“Ah...” Her voice spirals up, breaking into soft whimpers that vibrate against my skin. She tastes sweet, with an underlying bite that sends ripples of arousal straight to my throbbing cock. I explore her with my mouth, each lap and swirl drawing deeper moans from her lips.
“God, you taste incredible,” I groan against her, my voice muffled by the wetness of her heat.
Her hands strain against the restraints, reaching for something to ground her as I feast. I’m lost in the rhythm, in the ebb and flow of her nearing climax. The memory of heartache is replaced by the pulsing need in front of me—Abby unraveling under my touch.
“Please, don’t stop,” she begs, her body arching into my mouth.
Hearing her plead only fuels my desire to push her over the edge. I suck and nip, determined to extract every shuddering gasp, every whispered curse. When her orgasm crashes over her, it’s a symphony to my ears, a melody of raw pleasure that drowns out everything else.
In this moment, nothing else exists—no lies, no deceit, just the undeniable truth of her ecstasy, resonating through me, filling the hollow spaces left by a love that never was.
The last tremors of Abby’s orgasm ripple beneath my hands, her body a canvas of spent satisfaction. Soren’s fingers deftly unlock the restraints, and as the leather cuffs fall away, I catch the subtle shift in her posture—vulnerable yet trusting. The air is charged with the scent of sex, heavy and intoxicating.
“Better?” Soren’s voice is low and rough, his eyes never leaving Abby as he lies down beside her, his body radiating heat and unspoken promises.
“Much,” she breathes out, her voice laced with the remnants of pleasure.
Without warning, Soren slides his fingers along the slick folds of her pussy, drawing a gasp from her that vibrates through the room. I watch, fascinated by the way her body responds to him, each touch eliciting a symphony of moans.
I’m so fucking surprised by Soren, all I can do is gape. He doesn’t normally get this involved without holding an instrument of pain. But right now, pain isn’t on the menu. Abby cries out in pleasure, her reaction stirs something primal within me, and without thinking, I move closer, cupping her tits in my hands.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, Abby?” I tease, leaning in to take one nipple between my teeth, gently biting.
“God, yes,” she whimpers, a sound that tugs at my cock.
“Mhmm, you’d feel better with both of us inside you,” Soren groans. “Who gets what hole?” His blunt question pulls me back to the moment.
Since this is new, I’m not sure. “Do you want her ass?” I smirk, knowing my friend loves the tight squeeze. I slowly trail my fingers down her stomach, teasing the edges of her heated skin.
“I don’t know if I can take both,” she admits, sounding nervous at the prospect.
Soren and I exchange a look, an understanding passing between us. If she’s never done anal before he can’t be the first one, he’s too rough for that. “You can take us,” I promise. “We’ll take good care of you and make sure you’re ready for both of us,” I assure her, my voice a velvet promise.
“Okay,” she nods.
“Stay still,” Soren commands as he reaches for the bedside drawer, producing an array of toys; a set of gleaming metal plugs, varying in size, and lubricant that glints in the dim light.
“We’re going to prepare you, slowly,” I explain, while Soren coats the smallest plug with a generous amount of lubricant. He circles her entrance with a slick finger, easing the plug in with a steady hand.
While he slowly works it into her ass, I slide two fingers into her drenched cunt. “How does it feel?” I rasp.
Abby bites her lip, her hips canting toward the sensation. “Feels… full,” she moans.
“Good girl,” Soren praises, his voice a low rumble as he works the plug deeper, stretching her in increments.
