A room comes with a cost - Part 3 - Sexgeschichten

A room comes with a cost - Part 3

... slick trail leaking down my thigh.

"Fourteen. Thank you."

Liam's turn, the swat landing off-center, stinging the sensitive spot where ass met thigh. His check was messier... two fingers plunging shallow, scissoring just enough to stretch me, the wet schlick echoing off the walls. I bit my lip to stifle the moan, but it bubbled out anyway, a pathetic mewl that had Steven chuckling.

"Hear that, Dad? She's humpin' air. One more push... let her pop. Earns better behavior tomorrow."

Mike's thigh tensed under me, his cock a steel rod against my hip, twitching with the plea. The air thickened, his conflict cracking... uncomfortable patriarch warring with the man who'd watched the vid, who'd scripted these rules in whiskey haze. My pussy a mess, lips swollen and slick, the denied ache pulsing like a second heartbeat. I could feel it dripping now, a warm trickle down my inner thigh, exposed and undeniable under the kitchen's harsh light. The boys' eyes devoured it... Steven's hungry, Liam's gleeful... while Mike's hand on my back trembled just a fraction, his control fraying at the edges. He wanted to stop, I could sense it in the hitch of his breath, the way his fingers dug into my side like an anchor. But the power? It glued him there, same as me. The vid had been the crack; this was the flood.

"Fifteen. Thank you."

Mike's turn... his swat the heaviest yet, palm broad and unyielding, landing dead center with a crack that echoed off the cabinets. The sting bloomed ...

... nuclear, radiating heat that licked straight to my core, my clit throbbing in response. I bucked forward, grinding unintentional against his thigh, the denim rough through my tank.

His "check" followed seamless, no pause for mercy: Rough fingers parting me wide, middle one sliding deep... knuckle-deep, curling against that spongy spot inside that made my vision white out. The stretch burned sweet, my walls clenching greedy around the invasion, chasing the friction as he pumped once, twice, thumb flicking my clit in lazy circles. Close. Fuck, so close... the coil snapped taut, orgasm hovering like a storm cloud, my breath shattering into sobs.

"Mike... please..."

"No," he rasped, voice gravel and guilt, yanking free with a wet schlick that left me hollow, spasming around air.

The denial crashed over me, tears pricking hot as I buried my face in the crook of his arm, humiliated whimpers muffled against his shirt. He smelled like whiskey and soap, familiar and wrong, his cock straining harder now, a blatant ridge that nudged my hip with every shift.

"Discipline," he repeated, more to himself than us, but the word cracked... laced with that dark thrill they'd planted last night. Boys' input, their poison seeping in.

"Tease her. Edge till she begs."

The last three blurred into agony-ecstasy. Steven's swat stung high, near my tailbone, his fingers after teasing my rim again... circling, pressing just enough to make me clench and gasp, the dual violation (front ...