***LONDON’S POV***
“Good girl, that is it, you take my cock so well, open wider,” Rio barks out at Mia.
I’ve never been so turned on before.
When I feel Zane’s hand slips into my folds, I gasp but he doesn’t even show a sign if remorse as he notices how wet I am.
Mia is gurgling over her man’s huge dick in her throat and I am here getting off with Zane’s fingers in my pussy.
“You like that don’t you? That’s what you are, my little whore and I can use any holes in your body because they belong to me, all mine, little slut,” he says more degrading words to Mia.
When he fucks her harder, I watch in shock as her hands wrap around his waist and he fucks her throat with vigour.
When he starts shaking, I feel Zane’s finger rub harder against my clit and then, I shiver as I start cumming.
Rio splashes his cum all over his wife’s face as promised and I squirt out on the table.
Zane looks down at me and I shut my eyes in humiliation. Double degradation.
The men have a strong game and I fucking know they aren’t letting it go until we all have tasted a bit of this.
**
“Back on the line ladies,” Don Russell says as he arranges his pants.
The bulge on his panties is so freaking visible and as I arrange my panties, I get back to my position.
Alex takes over the parole.
“Not only did you all leave, but you went drinking with no food in your system. Who dismissed the chefs that are supposed to colk timely meals for you girls?” he demands.
As if he knew who it was going to be, Casey whimpers beside me.
“You did that didn’t you?” he asks and she nods.
“Words, kitten, and look at me when you speak,” Alex says.
Oh man, Casey was crying already as she shakes her head.
“Please, Alex,” she says her vulnerable side flashing out visible.
“You dismissed the chef didn’t you?” he questions again.
“I just gave them deserved breaks,” she murmurs.
“They get paid for working, not taking breaks,” Alex says being unreasonable.
Casey shivers again and this time, she looks at Alex.
“I’m sorry,” she blurts out.
“I bet you would be sorry when I am done with you,” he flashes his bared teeth at her and I shiver at the other side of the line.
The Vincenzo men know how to treat their women with respect and in the same voice treat them like sluts.
“Get your ass over here,” he says.
Casey denies with a shake of her head, instantly, he stomps at her and sweeping her of her feet he walks her over to the table.
“On your hands and knees,” he orders.
Casey obeys and before our eyes, Alex gets down on Casey.
He feasts on her pussy, and whenever she screams, he spanks her ass softly.
“Get used to this,” he exhales.
Alex keeps Casey on the edge enough to make her whimper with want. Finally, he drags himself out and brings a sobbing Casey back to the line.
We are still crying now and Russell steps forth, his eyes glaring at his wife.
“What are the rules about car safety?” he demands and we all gasps in shock.
“To wear seatbelts and when driving, one shouldn’t be drunk. I had my seatbelt on,” she mutters, adding that as if that would safe her from Don Russell’s wrath.
“Bull shit. Four drunken ladies, you as the most reasonable, why did you all drink when you knew you were going to get back home in the first place?” Russell barks out.
“It was a misunderstanding between us,” she grits out.
“Are you aware you are pregnant and thus, you have the responsibility to be careful because you carry life in you?” he demands stripping Cecily out of her shorts.
She doesn’t struggle, in fact, those wide eyes are bulging out and she looks frightened.
“I didn’t mean it that way,” Cecily says.
He folds her over the hand of the chair and her as comes up.
“We’ve spoken a lot about you being responsible, Princess, why do you keep disobeying my orders?” he asks using a ruler to spank Cecily.
The first blows are on her ass cheeks, she squirms, but the real struggle starts when Russell strikes her lower thighs.
“I’m sorry,” she cries out.
“No, you are not. You don’t want to be reliable enough when I leave the house without you,” he yells put spanking her with the ruler.
“I’m trying to be reliable, please, it hurts,” she begs harder but Russell keeps on with his firm hand.
When he stops, he massages her ass, before his fingers reach out to touch the zipper of his trousers.
“Look how reach the color of your ass is. Red, ripe and I bet your ass is begging for my cock now,” Russell says pushing open Cecily’s ass.
“Please,” she begs.
“Naughty girls gets fucked in the ass,” he blurts out.
I look at Zane who is standing somewhere farther from me, but I could also feel his burning eyes on mine.
I steal a glance his way and I know the dialogue going on with Russell and his wife is similar to what we always have together.
Sighing, I look away real quick.
“Do you want that?” Russell questions.
“Yes, please,” Cecily begs.
Another round of degradation, and when a panting Russell pulls out his dick from his wife’s ass, cum is reeking out of her butt hole, with her wiggling it, helping most of it to steal come out.
Russell gives her the permission to return to her position and coming, she cries a little, finding her shorts and wearing them.
Russell gathers himself in his pants before staring back at us.
“The next time such a thing happens, I swear, we will have you all tied and suspended in the air for twenty-four hours. Does that sound pleasant to you ladies?” he asks.
“No,” we reply like school girls.
We had stopped crying now, I bet making us cum was a goal even though they wanted to punish is as well.
“You ladies have to pleasure us now,” Rio says, walking towards Mia and pulling her towards him.
Positions starts taking place and when Zane’s hands grasp all over me, I look at him with longing in my eyes.
I have missed him for these past few days, I wouldn’t mind fucking him too, but now, I think I need more of myself esteem and him to put the push through.
“I’ll punish harder the next time you go out without me or someone to help out,” he whispers in my ear.
“Understood, Mr. Vincenzo,” I tell him, acting formerly.
His confusion is evident on his face and then, his handsome features break into a pretty smile where he sways me over his waist and sits on the sofa.
We have enough for me to be in this position and digging his hand in my hair, Zane brings my lips to his.
“Ride me, cowgirl,” he muses and I obey.
The shorts go off first, then, I release my panties next.
Zane has his pants down to his ankle and I slide onto his cock.
It is a mixed orgy situation, everyone is moaning and chanting love words to their partners. My eyes are closed but whenever I open them, I notice Zane’s eyes are on mine, never leaving, just there, good at him staring and oh, I feel so hot.
“I’m going to cum,” he grits out, the veins on his head starting to print.
“Cum in me, please,” I beg, pumping his cock harder than before.
Not holding back, the young man pushes his load inside me and I scream, cumming too.
That doesn’t stop Zane from riding the after pleasures of his climax and it feels good.
Grabbign my chin in his hand, he forces me to look at him.
“Do you want me to out a fucking chip in you? I’m tired of you playing fucking hide and seek games with me,” he blurts out.
“Chip? What is that?” I demand innocently, but wrapping my hands around his neck.
His cock although limp was starting to pulsate beneath me. I wouldn’t say it is the best feeling ever, but it makes me crave more, desire him almost immediately.
Damn it, I am turning into a dick maniac. I don’t think I could survive without Zane’s dick in my pussy.
Chuckling, I frown at him. He sober and answers my question.
“A chip is a tracking device, that way, I know where you are at all times, and I wouldn’t get worried and have a fucking heart attack like I almost had this morning when Sinner didn’t even know you girls had left the house in the first place,” he says.
“Poor Sinner. But there is nothing to fear about, Daddy, I am here and save to say the least,” the words leave my lips as I smile smoothly at him.
I know he loves my smile, I am not selfish with it, thus, he can see as much as he wants to, that is his cup of tea.
“Zane?” I mouth out.
“Yes, baby,” he replies.
“We should go to the room, I guess everything has taken their business to their headquarters now, the show is over,” I murmur looking around to the deserted living room.
Only Zane and I were there and oh man, the things I still wanted this man to do to my body is crazy, absolutely insane.
“What is it?” he demands looking at me closely.
I look at the displayed toys we didn’t have the chance to use.
“The pussy flogger, could you spank my pussy with that?” I ask and then, cover my hands on my face, knowing that it is a good solid red now.
Zane just walks to the table and get it. Then, he rushes to the door and lock it.
“On the table, little girl, put this in your mouth, I don’t want anyone hearing you moan while I pleasure you,” he explains.
My chest swells with happiness, I want this too for myself, thus, I do as he says.
My hands are chained and secured above my head, next, my legs go down too. I am uncomfortable, but I am scared that Zane would stop the show if I complain. Then, he asks the question, I can’t lie to him.
The man knows me more than I do know myself.
“My ankles…” I say stuttering.
“You will have to manage like that, you could pull it up or leave them flat down, but know that whatever you choose will only make the blows seems harsher than the previous,” he explains.
Closing my eyes, I wait for the sensation to pass, it doesn’t, thus, I grab each side of the table and hold on to dear life.
The pussy beater is nothing like I expected, and at first, I think this is some kind of ridiculous joke, but it turns serious and the brush starts hurting.
“Ouch! It is starting to stink,” I tell him.
“Naturally, London. The skin is getting tender, thus, it is pink,” he explains.
I push my legs upward, thinking that would solve an issue but Zane strikes and I shout causing Zane to frown.
My panties weren’t in my mouth, reason why he could hear me.
Zane forced back my panties into a ball and puts it in my mouth.
“I’ll double the strikes if you move that away from your mouth,” he says sternly.
My eyes water, but it is more from can’t being a good Dominant to me. I might want to strange his neck and all but he is doing me good, and if he continues doing that, I will cum before the end of the session.
“You take the stripes so well, baby, continue, take one more for Daddy,” he says and then strikes the whip again.
I cry out in pain missed with pleasure when he rubs my clit.