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accelerating the rate of her heart. Her body was shuddering, vibrating, convulsing, bucking impossibly
against straps too snug to allow her room to buck. Whereas the climax Lucas had given her had given her
the sense of falling backwards into the embrace of a bed piled high with pillows and quilted covers, this
was like catapulting from an airplane, that terrifying feeling of falling, spinning out of control toward
bone-breaking impact. She wanted to undulate against something, something solid, something that would
rock back against her, ease this tearing need in her.
And it went on and on. There was no pinnacle. She kept thinking she had hit it, and then she d launch
straight across to another peak, the tiny wheel at her anus, the busily stroking dildo and enthusiastically
vibrating clit piece alternating their rhythm and patterns as Jon had said they would, giving her no relief,
only merciless pleasure for the enjoyment of the men watching, all at the command of one man.
Look at me, Savannah.
Did he say it? Whisper it in her mind? She opened her eyes and met Matt s dark gaze, raging with the
fires of heaven and hell, with everything she could want from both and in between. Jon was right. At this
moment, she had no rational thought. She utterly and totally wanted Matt s Mastery. She wanted to be
his. And if she could speak, she would have begged for it.
Tears slid down her face, her nose running from the excruciating pleasure of the multiple climaxes. When
they finally began to lessen in intensity, she thought her stomach and buttocks would forever be in a state
of clenched response, all muscles tight as stretched rubber bands from the onslaught of the orgasms.
However, as the sensations drifted away, leaving her shuddering and sniffing helplessly, everything went
limp with exhaustion. The place between her legs still pulsed, almost quivering with exertion.
Her pussy is as full and juicy as the prettiest peach you ve ever seen. Lucas? Jon s soft voice, not
quite steady itself.
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Oh& no& yes. Lucas s mouth ever so gently closed over the distended area, and she let out a guttural,
animal sound of near pain, exhausted pleasure. He licked her tenderly as Jon worked around him, eased
out the dildo, which felt slick enough to be dripping. It was Lucas who held open her buttocks as the anal
piece was removed. Through it all, she stared at Matt, her body heaving with gasping breaths.
When he rose, leaned toward her, her mind dragged her gaze where it wanted to go, to see the
enormous erection straining against his slacks.
Do you want my cock? It was a throaty demand that she respond, his voice beyond civility,
commanding her. Prying open her fingers, he took away the handkerchief, using it to wipe her nose and
around the corners of her mouth. That tender cozening perversely seemed to underscore his right to
impose his will upon her, rather than lessening the force of his demand. When he didn t give back the
handkerchief, she knew she was being told her choice to call an end to it all had been rescinded.
Answer me, Savannah. Do you want my cock?
She nodded as much as she could.Not just that. All of you. Everything. But she couldn t say it, even if
the gag weren t there. He caught the strap holding the gag, ripped it away, pulled the ball from her mouth
in a rough move. She didn t expect it, the way his hand gripped her jaw, her throat, in a hold just a step
below bruising. No more than she expected to delight in the pleasure of the pain.
Say it. Say it now.
Yes. She was hoarse, her lips and throat dry.
Lower her, he ordered. Leave her ass in the air so Jon can get her ready for Ben. Just her head, to
the level of my cock. And spin her, so she can take me deep.
Her eyes widened as Peter and Ben moved to either side of the table. Their arms went under her body
and they tightened the straps that held her to the bench. Jon slipped the S-hooks of the suspending chains
and they turned her and replaced the chains so she was facing the ceiling. The long narrow bench
supporting her front simply held her torso straight as the chains were adjusted. Her head was lowered,
lowered, lowered, Matt s fiery gaze staying pinned on her even as the back of her skull touched the edge
of the table, while her lower body went to approximately a forty-five degree angle above her, her legs still
spread for Jon to do& whatever Matt had just told him to do. She couldn t remember, not with Matt s
crotch this close to her face.
I took her lower body down a little bit. Lucas this time. We don t want all the blood to rush to her
head and make her faint. She s still pretty spun up.
Remember to move your foot if you feel faint. Mouth me. Let me know you want my cock in your
mouth.
She didn t think, didn t review any rules for this situation. Her mouth opened and closed over the fabric
of his slacks, her lips pressing hard against the thick width of him, her tongue reaching out to lick and wet
the straining cloth, as she made noises of animal hunger in her throat.
Jesus Christ. Matt unfastened his pants and shoved them and a pair of black jersey boxers down to his
hard thighs. The organ was so close to her that she couldn t see it clearly, but her nose brushed the heat,
smelled the animal musk of him. He seized the chains holding her, pulled so her head tilted over the edge
of the table and she was essentially upside down. He reached past her, took something Jon was offering,
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a lubricant of some kind, and rubbed it over the broad head.
Open up, Savannah.
She barely had her lips parted before he shoved into her mouth, stretching her lips as she d imagined, as
she d craved. He seated himself deep, and then stopped, holding his cock against the back of her throat,
moving it slightly, as if he were rubbing it against her. She gagged, and his fingers stroked her throat,
soothing her, and then the gagging desire was gone, though he pushed in deeper, against her tonsils.
Another of Jon s many tools, he growled. Benzocaine to coat the back of the throat, so you can take
me deep. You want to take me deep, don t you? In your throat, in your ass, in your pussy. You want me
everywhere.
The tears were starting again, for the pleasure and truth were coming together, tearing her apart. She
couldn t see through them, in the literal or figurative sense, so she simply tilted her head more, giving
herself up to this moment.
Matt withdrew slightly, then moved back in. She stroked him with her lips, just wanting to taste him, feel
him. With no experience at all, she simply licked him with her tongue, sucked on him to get that taste, that
scent in her mouth, her throat, her nose, where she could keep it. She imagined the earth of a humid
jungle would smell like this, exotic and mysterious, brutal and honest. She even scored him with her teeth,
tasting the meat of him.
She was vaguely aware of Jon, applying something soothing onto her clit, just inside her pussy lips and
around her anus, something she supposed would keep her from getting raw before the next assault. But
then another sensation invaded, something less pleasant. She fought against it, and the fighting made it
worse. Dizziness, black spots on her vision. She kept on, furiously, desperately sucking on Matt, not
wanting to lose the odd sense of comfort in the act of servicing him, but it was overtaking her, sweeping
her body, turning her shudders into a sick trembling&
She wouldn t wiggle her foot. That would be failure. And she needed this, didn t want it to stop&
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De minimis - o najmniejszych rzeczach.
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