Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Gio

The red heat of Clara's bottom was stunning. Not a lick of pale skin remained. Crouching behind her, he used one hand to play with her pretty, pouting pussy. It was a much brighter pink than it had been before after taking a bit of the belt. Really, I'd gone easier on her than I probably should have, considering how much trouble she'd caused, but it was her first punishment from me.

She would have time to learn the rules, then breaking them would come with harsher consequences.

Though I wasn't quite done with her yet. Her pussy was soft and wet against my fingertips, but I would save that for our wedding night. What I needed right now was something far more depraved, far more humiliating, something that would demonstrate how thoroughly I was claiming her.

Something that would put her into a properly submissive mindset and keep her focused on being a good girl for Daddy from now on. I pushed my fingers into her cunt, enjoying her whimper as I twisted them back and forth inside her, her muscles quivering around them. She was so damn wet. Her juices coated my fingers, from tip to knuckle.

"Daddy, please," she begged, though I couldn't tell what she was begging for—release or release.

"Don't worry, babydoll, you'll get to cum… once my cock is up your pretty little ass."

"Daddy, no, don't!"

Unsurprisingly, she immediately started struggling again, her pussy clamping down around my fingers as she bucked upward, trying to dislodge Tomas' weight. The other man was still staring at her glowing red ass as though he'd never seen one before. Hell, maybe he hadn't. I didn't know what his proclivities were other than fucking and leaving a woman exhausted but happy, only to never see her again.

The possessiveness I was feeling welled up again, yet I knew that his presence would make this even more of a punishment for her. Hell, he wasn't doing anything other than holding her in place and staring, even though he was hard as a rock. With the way her head was moving around, he wasn't rubbing his dick against her, she was rubbing herself against his cock, and he was bearing it stoically. Poor guy.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction.

"Babydoll, what makes you think you're in a position to demand anything?" I thrust my fingers more forcefully inside her pussy. As much as I wanted in there, that would wait for our wedding night. I wasn't sure she was a virgin, but there were traditions to follow, regardless.

Pulling my fingers from her pussy, I put the wet tip of one right at the opening of her crinkled anus. She let out a little sob, hips bucking as I touched her, but the movement did nothing except push the tip a little way into her tight hole. Her body dropped away immediately, reddened cheeks trying to clench tightly, but my finger followed her down, pushing the tip back through the squeezing ring.

I was absolutely certain she was a virgin here.

"That's right," I said, as if she'd pushed herself onto my finger on purpose. "We'll start with the finger to loosen you up, and there will be bigger things coming after that."

"Noooooo," she wailed as I pushed in deeper, forcing my finger between her cheeks. She clenched again, but there was no keeping me out as I began to work my finger back and forth. With my free hand, I spanked her—not too hard—but enough to make her shriek and loosen so I could push a second finger in beside the first.

This was going to be a lesson she would remember.

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Clara

The physical sting of his fingers pushing into my most intimate space wasn't nearly as painful as the mental anguish he was inflicting on me. That was not a space he was supposed to touch, much less invade. What kind of man even thought of something so perverted?

I might be a virgin, but I'd heard plenty, and I'd never heard of anything like this.

Then again, what woman would admit something so shameful being done to her?

I certainly wasn't going to tell anyone.

Would Gio?

Would Tomas?

Feeling Tomas' hands on me, pinning me down, while Gio violated me, made everything so much more real. It wasn't just me and Gio—there was a witness. Not just a witness, an accessory. If he wasn't pinning me down, Gio wouldn't be able to do any of this.

Another finger pushed in beside the first, and I wailed again as my hole was stretched open. It felt horribly intimate and so very wrong. It hurt, too, though the sting was fairly minimal between my chastised cheeks. My bottom, pussy, and thighs were still throbbing from the aftereffects of the belt, and now, instead of the pleasure I'd expected, he was threatening to put his cock where his fingers were.

That wasn't a threat, Clara. It's what he said he's going to do.

But he couldn't, could he? Surely, it wouldn't fit.

I had already had him in my mouth; I knew how big he was, how much my jaw had ached. I no longer questioned whether or not that night had been real—at this moment, with his hands on me again, inside me, I knew it had been.

"Please, no more," I begged as he twisted his fingers inside me, igniting a strange sense of pleasure that pulsed uncomfortably alongside the discomfort. The sting from being stretched had faded some, but having his fingers working back and forth in the wrong channel still hurt in a deeper, less defined manner.

"Very well, if you're already ready." His fingers retreated, and it took me a moment to realize what he was saying. He must have taken that time to somehow put something on his cock to make it oiled because when it nudged against my opening, it was slick.

"No, Daddy, please!" I squealed as he pushed forward, the blunt head stretching me so much more than his fingers had. My stomach cramped, the ache rippling through my gut as the tight ring was forced open. I squeezed down automatically, but thanks to whatever he'd lubricated his cock with, it did absolutely nothing to stop his forward momentum.

His cock slid deeper, the raw feeling of his cock rubbing against flesh it should have never touched. He was so deep inside me, stretching me so wide, filling me so completely, I couldn't get enough air to breathe to scream. The worst part was the way my pussy throbbed with envy, my body aching to be filled, just not in the way he was doing.

"You're too big, Daddy, please!" My plea came out as a wheeze, barely audible, Tomas' cock still rubbing against the back of my head.

"You can take me, babydoll. Daddy loves seeing his cock go up your hot little ass. And you're going to remember to be a good girl from now on, aren't you?" He gripped my hot cheeks, squeezing them and reigniting the pain while retreating, then thrusting in deeper.

"Noooooo." I wailed at the sensation, anger filling me up. I was giving up on calling him Daddy. It wasn't getting me anywhere, anyway. "You filthy oaf, get off me!"

Gio snorted, releasing one of my buttocks so he could spank it again. I didn't care. I was furious at him, furious at my body's betrayal, and I wanted to deny all of it.

"Dirty pervert! Rotton scoundrel!" The insults were pouring out of my mouth. It didn't matter anymore. What was he going to do—spank me and stick his cock up my ass? We were already there, so I might as well truly earn it.

"Tomas, feel free to use her mouth," Gio said atop my waterfall of words, bringing them to an abrupt halt as I gasped in disbelief, partly from his statement and partly from the sensation of him coming to rest against my backside. I could feel his warm skin against the hot, sensitive surface of my bottom, the hair of his body abrading it, but knowing he was fully embedded inside me couldn't distract me from his command.

"You can't!" I shrieked. Bad enough that Tomas was here to witness, that he was holding me down. Gio couldn't possibly be serious, but Tomas was already shifting, moving. I panicked, starting to struggle again as Tomas held my upper body down with one hand, Gio gripping my hips, his body pressed against my backside and the backs of my legs to keep me in place. "You said you were going to marry me! You can't let another man touch me!"

"I'm not just going to marry you. I'm going to own you," Gio replied, pulling back and thrusting in again, setting my backside on fire, as if to demonstrate how far his ownership went. "And right now, you're not my wife, are you? You're just a naughty little girl who doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut. It's time you learned."

"No!"

But it was too late. Tomas kept one hand on my back, moving the other to my hair, turning my head. Something warm and sticky smeared across my cheek as the tip of his cock dragged over it to my open lips. I tried to clamp them shut, but Gio pulled back and slammed into my ass hard, making me cry out—a sound that was immediately muffled as Tomas pushed his cock into my mouth. It was huge, even thicker than Gio's, possibly longer. My jaw ached at the invasion, and his fingers tightened in my hair, promising retribution if I tried to bite down. My eyes watered.

I was caught between them, utterly violated, stuffed at each end, yet there was a pulsing between my legs that defied reason. A pulsing that increased as Gio dipped his hand down and found me even wetter than before, my inner thighs slick with my arousal as it grew. He laughed.

"I think she likes this." His fingers swirled around my clit as he rocked against me, rubbing himself against my tortured flesh, dragging his cock back, then pushing forward again. On the other side of me, Tomas began to move, slow thrusts that pushed about half his cock in my mouth, which was all I could take before gagging. I'd thought Gio was large, but Tomas was a monster.

Tears slid down my cheeks because Gio wasn't wrong. There was some part of me that was loving every second of this. My pussy was hot, juicy, eager to please, even though no one was using it. I choked on Tomas' cock, and my insides clenched, my tongue running over the underside of his shaft, tasting the saltiness of his flesh. He groaned, his fingers massaging my scalp.

And Gio started thrusting.

* * *

Gio

I hated seeing Tomas in her mouth. Hated another man's hands on her, touching her… yet I was aroused by her reactions, by the muffled sounds she made as we pumped our cocks inside her. I could feel her reactions to everything we were doing to her, the slickness of her arousal as it slid over my fingers while her ass gripped me. The heat from her chastised cheeks seared my groin every time I slammed home.

I started fucking her ass harder, pulling my fingers away from her pussy so I could hold her hips. She was a naughty girl, and she hadn't earned her orgasm yet. I didn't like the idea of her cumming while another man was in her mouth. Seeing him moving at her head caused turmoil within me, but it was doing even more to her.

I didn't think he was going to last long. His eyes were closed now, and he was moving that monster cock at a fast pace, groaning with pleasure. Despite my possessiveness, I liked knowing she was sucking him at my command. He was only able to use her mouth with my permission.

With a groan and a gasp, he thrust in hard, though he couldn't quite fit his entire dick in her mouth. I could hear her muffled cries as he started to cum, knowing she'd be working her throat to swallow it down. An odd sense of satisfaction went through me because it was all done under my control.

She'd sucked him for me.

Brought him to pleasure for me.

Had her mouth used for me.

As Tomas opened his eyes, withdrawing his shrinking cock from her lips, I could hear her gasping sobs. I jerked my head at him, indicating that he should step back as I slowed my thrusting pace, giving him space to pull away. Nodding, he tucked his flaccid cock back into his pants as he moved off to the side, giving us some semblance of privacy.

Even with my cock up her ass, I didn't fully trust her submission.

"Good girl, babydoll," I said, giving her cheek a pat. "Now let's see if you can keep your yap shut while Daddy finishes fucking this pretty little ass."