A room comes with a cost - Part 3 - Sexgeschichten

A room comes with a cost - Part 3

... thumb grazing my slit. Slick sound, audible.

"Stop, don't look."

I whimpered, the touch sending sparks up my spine. Liam followed, fingers tracing my folds... light, teasing the entrance without dipping in.

"Edging potential here, Dad. She's close."

Steven's turn next... his swat lighter but stingier, aimed at the undercurve where thigh met ass, the impact rippling straight to my core.

"Eleven. Thank you," I choked out, voice muffled against Mike's thigh, my breath hot and ragged.

His hand followed the swat, not a cup but a deliberate stroke: Two fingers parting my lips, sliding along the slick valley without mercy, circling my clit once... twice... before pulling away. The denial hit like a slap, my hips bucking involuntary into empty air, a whine escaping despite my clamped jaw. Close. So fucking close. The heat coiled tight, muscles trembling, but no release. Just the echo of his touch, the wet trail cooling on my skin.

"See? Edging works," Steven murmured, like we were lab rats in his twisted experiment.

Mike shifted under me, his erection grinding firmer against my side... unignorable now, thick and insistent through his jeans. He cleared his throat, hand returning to my back, steadying as Liam took the next swing. Harder, the boyish eagerness behind it making the sting sharper, my toes curling against the carpet.

"Twelve. Thank you."

Liam's "check" was bolder... finger dipping inside, shallow and teasing, curling against that spot that ...

... made stars burst behind my eyes. I clenched around him, desperate, the slick sounds obscene in the quiet room.

"Dad, she's clenchin'... beggin' without words. Let me push her over?"

Mike's grip tightened on my waist, a low grunt escaping him... conflict warring in his voice, that uncomfortable edge fraying.

"No. Not yet. Discipline, boys... not reward. Pull back."

Liam obeyed, but slow, dragging his finger free with a wet pop that echoed like shame. The emptiness ached, my pussy fluttering around nothing, the denied peak leaving me raw and throbbing. I hated it... their hands mapping me like territory, Mike's reluctant command the only thin line holding the flood back. But god, the power in his lap, the way his thigh flexed under my belly... it fed the wrong fire, my nipples scraping the tank with every heave.

The swats blurred into a rhythm of fire and denial, each crack pulling a count from my lips like a confession.

"Thirteen. Thank you."

Steven again, his palm cupping after... fingers splaying over my bare cheeks, one dipping to trace my asshole lightly, a new violation that made me clench and gasp. The touch was fleeting, teasing the rim without breaching, but it sent a jolt straight to my clit, the coil winding tighter. I hated how my body arched into it, subtle but there, chasing the friction like a junkie. Mike's hand on my back pressed firmer, anchoring me... his breath heavier now, ragged against my ear. He knew. Felt the tremor in my frame, the ...