27. Grace

Chapter twenty-seven

Grace

T he sex dungeon idea had started as a joke one evening while we’d been talking about what to do with the spare room in the basement. I never realized how seriously they would take it, but of course, I hadn’t considered how horny these men were. My shoulders sagged against the ropes as I squirmed, feeling their presence between my thighs but unable to see what they were up to. It made me tremble with anticipation, my core clenching as someone’s fingers trailed up and down my leg.

A sudden brush against my clit had me whimpering, the swollen bud sensitive and desperate for friction after all of their teasing. Footsteps approached my head, and I twisted as Anders came to a stop behind me .

“Kitten, we’re going to take turns filling you up, one after the other. And after each round, Levy is going to make sure that not a single drop of our cum is wasted.” I moaned softly as someone’s cock dragged up my slit, teasing my entrance slowly. Anders knelt down and brought his lips to my ear, just as someone pressed into me, my lips parting as I gasped at the intrusion. “You’re going to beg us to stop making you come,” Anders whispered, and I nearly sobbed as the intruder hit the bundle of nerves deep inside my core.

It must have been Jesse between my thighs, because I couldn’t feel Erik’s telltale piercing. He was going teasingly slow, letting me adjust to his length with deep, purposeful strokes. The way my body was contorted let him go deeper, his hips pressing flush against mine with each thrust. Anders cupped my cheek as my core tightened, and I clenched around Jesse as I came with a cry. Gripping my hips, I got no chance to come down from my high before he was thrusting into me even harder, and I felt another wave of pleasure begin to build as my thighs trembled.

“That’s good, Kitten, another one now.” Anders smirked, his hand sliding up along my throat. I felt Jesse’s grip on my hips tighten as Anders circled my neck with his fingers, giving me a gentle squeeze, just enough to cut off my air. My orgasm rippled through me as Jesse spilled into me, pumping his release as he bent forward and kissed my stomach. I was still shaking as he pulled out, and warm lips immediately took his place, a soft tongue running up the length of my slit and prodding my slick entrance.

“Oh god, I can’t!” I whined, and Anders reached up to tug on my sensitive nipples, molten heat pouring down my spine and threatening to drown Levy. I screamed and writhed when his mouth latched onto my throbbing clit, and another orgasm crested, leaving me limp.

“How many more can you do?” Anders murmured as a cool metal ball replaced Levy’s hot tongue. I closed my eyes, moaning an incoherent answer as Erik stretched me around his cock, filling me up only briefly before pulling out completely and leaving me clenching around nothing.

“Erik!” I begged, squirming against the ropes. He was back in an instant, his piercing dragging along my sensitive walls until he bottomed out inside of me.

“Do you want more, Kitten?” Anders purred, and I nodded, my lips parted, too overwhelmed to speak. He stood, and I watched through half-closed eyes as he undid his pants, working them down his hips until his cock sprang free. “Open up, beautiful,” he murmured, and I obeyed, moaning as he slid inside of me, filling me up just as Erik thrust into my pussy.

They worked in tandem, spearing me at both ends as I hung helpless and suspended between them, feeling the competitiveness flair as they both worked to drive me insane. My scream was muffled by Anders’ length as I clenched around Erik, dragging his release out of him as my pussy spasmed. Anders coated the back of my throat with a groan as Levy’s tongue worked to clean me up. I hollowed my cheeks and milked every drop of Anders’ release out of him as my core tightened once more, and I half sobbed, half moaned as another orgasm gripped me, leaving me feeling rung out and boneless.

“One more Angel, Levy’s earned his chance to fill you up,” Erik announced, walking around to where I could see him, filling the spot that Anders had just vacated. His boxers were back on, and he had a drink in his hand, watching me with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Oh, oh my - fuck!” I cried out as Levy pressed into me, somehow still stretching me, even after all of that. A hand splayed out across my abdomen, pressing down as he thrust into me, and I arched against the ropes as he moaned. I was so fucking full, I might just tear in half. “God, oh god, I can’t!” I whimpered, another wave of near painful desire threatening to overwhelm me.

“That’s it, baby, I want to feel you squeeze every inch of me,” Levy growled, slamming into me over and over. My vision wavered as I detonated with a scream, and I felt him coat my walls with his release as he ran his hands up and down my thighs. I sagged against the ropes, not a muscle or bone in my body left to hold me upright as I panted.

“I could stare at you all day, Angel,” Erik murmured, and I heard someone pouring drinks by my feet.

“You look so good, stuffed so full of us that you’re leaking onto the floor,” Levy agreed, and if I had the energy in me I would blush. Carefully, the guys lowered me down and Anders and Jesse undid the ropes, gently massaging my arms and legs and wrapping me up in a fluffy bathrobe.

One of them went upstairs and had a bath ready for me by the time Levy carried me to the bathroom. I was given a glass of wine to drink as I soaked my aching limbs in a bubble bath, listening to them argue about who would get to sleep in my bed tonight. I would have to make some sort of system, maybe a calendar. Or they could suck it up and all snuggle with me together. Either way worked for me.

We were all a bit damaged, each and every one of us. But together, finally, we were whole.