Chapter 8 Sweet Torture

• Scarlett POV
• My mind takes me to imagine being penetrated by those two and the way they would do it, how they would torture me and I won't deny, that even in a short time, something in me recognizes and knows that it can trust them.
• My mind is my worst enemy, for it was this image that was my downfall and I let out a long moan as I swallowed dryly and leaned against the man on my back, so little, so little to go before I reached my orgasm.
• I couldn't control my moans any longer, and I could feel my breasts being squeezed a little harder, and the way my clitoris began to receive more intense stimulation, with stronger circular movements.
• I knew that if I asked, they would quickly take me to the peak, but I still had some pride and that's what kept me from asking as if reading my mind I heard:
• "All you have to do is ask..." Whispered in my ear and felt my nipples being squeezed and turned a little harder.
• "You're dripping." The other voice against my sex and the tip of my tongue so close to where I wanted it to touch.
• "You want it, your body reacts so well..." Brown-haired man.
• "Just ask." Black hair.
• I shake my head negatively, trying to keep my eyes open and see in my reflection everything they're doing to me. I notice that the man behind me brings his right hand up to my face, holding it by the corner and fitting his hand tightly around it to place his thumb between my lips, and I promptly take it and start sucking.
• "See, you're so eager to carry out our orders that I didn't even have to ask..." He says and starts making light movements to take his finger in and out of my mouth.
• My breasts are throbbing with the desire I have for them to receive the attention they deserve, and the man below me just keeps his tongue out while my fluids flow, and he can taste them.
• It's only the first day and I already want to give up. I want to release this pressure I feel in my lower abdomen, this agonizing pain that is growing in small steps, but which is already starting to become almost unbearable. I know that if I touch myself, it also means I'm giving in, so at this point I'm almost at a dead end, but...
• I thrust my ass out, letting it fit even tighter against the man's waist on my back, making light circular movements, at the same pace as they were caressing me. If I was on the precipice, I could take them too, and I heard the brown-haired man hold his breath.
• I brought my left hand up to the black hair and began to stroke it, pressing forward and releasing as he ran his fingernail over my clitoris and gave it those little licks. Before, I had been so immersed in trying to control myself that I had forgotten that I could also tease them, which made the dance even more intense. I let go of the finger I was sucking and started licking the tip, making noises just to tease it even more.
• I can feel and see that they are starting to be affected as much as I am, their breathing getting faster, their bodies stiffer, and their bodies naturally expanding. The black-haired man took my leg off his shoulder and began to lick upwards, past my sex, down to my lower abdomen, onto my belly, sucking lightly on the side, right where the pressure was, making me let out a louder moan and pull his hair back.
• The brown-haired man began to move back and forth, but he kept touching my body, and I followed him, moving my waist up and down.
• "So eager..." The person behind me spoke a bit at the tip of my ear and pulled it to the side, and that's when I almost reached my peak.
• The hand of the man in front of me went a little lower, and soon his index finger began to run around my entrance, making slight movements in and out.
• I slid my hand to the back of his neck and scratched harder than I wanted to, which indicated to him that I was about to lose control, as I saw his smile of victory.
• He began to lick the nipple with the tip of his tongue, while the other squeezed it with his hand and let go.
• I could feel and see my eyes starting to water from the effort I was making not to give in. I let my head rest against the shoulder of the person behind me, which made my breasts stick out even more.
• Taking advantage of my ajar lips, the man behind me began to nibble and pull on my lips, and I closed my eyes. I could give in or let myself be carried away by the sensations and stop yearning for something more and just go with the flow, and that's what I decided.
• I let out a longer moan as my body shook, and I held on and leaned on those two men as the orgasm raced through every muscle in me, something far away registered that they were both holding me, but I was lost in the spiral myself.
• Feeling my muscles contract and release without any control, with my breathing completely lost, sometimes holding and releasing without an exact rhythm, and that pressure in my lower front releasing and relaxing. I'd never felt anything like it and a voice in my head told me that it wasn't even close to what I'd feel from now on, more and more, they were going to take me to the edge and test my limits.