Laurell Hamilton - Affliction

Nathaniel looked up at me with a positively evil smile, and then slipped his mouth back over my breast. I was already making protest noises when he bit me. Hard enough that I screamed for real even through the gag.

He drew back to survey his handiwork. ‘Now I have blood,’ he said, happily. He leaned down and started licking the tiny red droplets on his side. Nicky bent to the wound he’d made and they both lapped and sucked at the blood. It had hurt for them to make the tiny wounds, but the sensation of them licking the wounds wasn’t pain; it switched over to a painful pleasure, so that I made small noises through the gag that were halfway between protest and yummy noises.

Nathaniel looked up and asked, ‘Was that too hard a bite?’

I nodded, yes, it was too hard.

‘Now you’ve spoiled it,’ Nicky said. ‘If you hadn’t asked we could have done it again.’

‘We have to untie her sometime and I don’t want her really mad at us.’

‘Good point.’

Nathaniel moved lower on the bed.

‘What are you planning to do?’ Nicky asked.

‘We’re going to run out of time and I want Anita to enjoy the first time we use the gag on her, so I was thinking oral sex and then intercourse.’

‘Sounds good, expect I want to do breath play while you eat her out.’

‘She can’t tap out now. It’s a lot more dangerous this way,’ Nathaniel said.

Nicky moved up the bed so he was looking directly into my face. ‘Do you trust me to do this?’

I studied his face. His eye was human blue again. He seemed calm, steady. I did trust him. I finally nodded.

He rewarded me with a wonderful smile. ‘You get started. I’ll wait until she’s close.’

‘Hand me a pillow,’ Nathaniel said.

Nicky handed him one and Nathaniel used it to prop me up just enough so that it was easier on the neck, and then he settled between my legs. I gazed down my body to see him give that evil smile again, before he began to lick delicately between my legs. He licked around the edges of me and then did a quick lick right down the middle that made me squirm, and then he settled down to business and licked and rolled that one sweet spot, burying his face deep against me, so he could trace and lick around every edge and crease of me. The warmth began to build inside me. My breathing sped up.

Nicky spoke low to me. ‘He really is good at eating pussy.’ He caressed my neck, gently, and then he settled his big hand around me, firm and tight, and as the warm pleasure began to build between my legs from Nathaniel’s mouth, Nicky squeezed. He squeezed harder and more sudden so that I went from breathing to not, like a switch clicked over.

He stared down into my face while he choked me and Nathaniel ate me out. ‘I love how dark your face is getting,’ Nicky whispered.

The pleasured weight between my legs built, but I couldn’t breathe and my body had trouble concentrating on both. Some people say that suffocation while you orgasm is a high, but to me it was already a distraction so that where I would have tipped over the edge, I stayed on the verge while my body fought not to panic. Nicky eased his grip, studying my face. I took a gasping breath, mostly through my nose.

‘It’s actually keeping you from orgasming, isn’t it?’ he asked.

I nodded.

‘I want you to orgasm, so we can fuck you and you can feed on me, but I also want to choke you again.’

Nathaniel licked me deep and quick and that building weight of warm spilled over to pleasure. I screamed my orgasm through the gag, grinding myself against Nathaniel’s mouth, riding the orgasm as he kept sucking me, bringing me in waves so that I wasn’t sure it was just one, or a dozen. When he’d reduced me to an eye-fluttering, boneless, happy, floating afterglow, Nicky whispered against my cheek, ‘Are you ready?’

I tried to think, Ready for what? Then I felt his hand at my throat, and even that couldn’t make me control my fluttering eyelids enough to see his face. He wrapped that big hand around me and then squeezed. The choking was somehow intermingled with the orgasm’s twitching pleasurable afterglow, so that my body didn’t fight for air, there was no panic to think through, it was all one flowing piece of sensation.

I felt Nathaniel move the pillow and then felt him hard and ready as he pushed against my opening and then slid inside. The feel of him inside me after the oral sex, with Nicky still choking me, was amazing, but it was like my body couldn’t concentrate on both at the same time.

Nicky let go of my throat, and I breathed in deep, almost like a sigh. Nathaniel found his rhythm and began to slide gently in and out of me. He had his eyes closed, head slightly to the side the way he did sometimes when he was trying to last and having to fight his body to do it. He found that spot just inside the opening and caressed himself over it again and again and again, until he brought me screaming, writhing, and spasming underneath him. He made a sound that was almost a cry of his own, his body shuddered, and then with one last thrust I felt him go inside me. It made me cry out again.

He pulled himself out of me and that made us both writhe again. He rolled over to one side of me and gasped, ‘Oh, my God.’

Nicky said, ‘My turn,’ and then he moved between my legs, and even with Nathaniel having done the prep work he still had to push his way inside. ‘She always stays so tight.’

‘Not always,’ Nathaniel said, ‘but most of the time.’

Nicky shoved his way inside, and then he leaned over me so that I was staring directly into his face. ‘I know you like rough sex. I pounded into you in the shower earlier, but I like knowing that I’m about to pound the fuck out of you and you can’t say no, and you can’t tell me be gentle. I know you wouldn’t tell me that anyway, but I really like that you can’t tell me to stop.’ And then he did what he said, and started to pound himself in and out of me so that the sound of our flesh hitting together sounded almost like he was spanking me, but faster and harder than any hand. He used the strength of himself, the length, the width, all of himself, grabbing my hips, and holding my ass up at an angle so he could be up on his knees while he pounded himself into me as hard and fast as he could. I was almost, almost there, when he said, ‘Can you please choke her one last time while I fuck her. I don’t trust me doing it with the gag and the ropes.’

Nathaniel crawled up beside my shoulders and looked down at me. ‘Yes?’

I nodded.

He put his much smaller hand around the front of my throat and squeezed. Nicky went back to pounding himself in and out of me so hard and fast that I couldn’t keep track. ‘Tighter,’ he said. ‘Make her face change colors.’

Nathaniel squeezed tighter, and that otherworldly strength was there. His hand was smaller, but he squeezed and I felt the blood rushing into my face.

‘Hold her up,’ Nicky said, and he lost his rhythm for a moment.

Nathaniel used his other hand in my hair to raise my face up so Nicky could watch. That seemed to satisfy him, because he found his rhythm again, hard and fast and deep, and he changed just enough angle so it was deeper, and it threw me over the edge into orgasm while Nathaniel’s hands were still on me. I couldn’t cry out my orgasm, but my body spasmed for me, and Nicky cried out, as he went inside me.

Nathaniel let go of me and eased me back against the pillows.

Nicky was above me, staring into my face, with his body still buried as deeply as it could go inside me. My eyes were fluttering back and forth so I couldn’t focus as much as I wanted, but there was an eager, dark happiness to Nicky’s face. I think he was watching the color change in my face.