Page 177 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

A couple minutes later and Scotty’s letting out a hiss of his own. “Fuck, that’s tight.”

“Comfortable?” Ezla asks, hardly containing her joy at seeing us this way.

“No,” I grit out for the both of us as a faint buzzing starts up on my left in sync with Scotty’s grunt.

“Excellent.” Her grin’s bloody evil, but I really can’t complain when it’s a grin. I mean, come on, she’s fucking gorgeous, and every smile of hers is still a miracle to witness, making my chest pinch each time I see a look like this on her face. And it’s so bloody often lately. Never have I been happier, even right now, when I’m half worried my dick’s about to fall off.

“Do not fear. I would never harm your beloved cocks.”

Said cock jumps at the sound of that word on her plush lips. “My dick says otherwise,” I force out, voice strained.

Ezla pouts mockingly. “Would you like me to kiss it better?”

“Yes,” I reply far too quickly and eagerly, and her delight only rises.

“So, so greedy for me, my men . . .” she purrs.

“How could we not be, Love? Look at you . . .”

When those captivating brown and green eyes light with a sadistic kind of excitement, I know Scotty’s words have just given her an idea that will torture the both of us even more.

“Oh, that is a good idea.” Twirling away from us, Ezla heads back towards the bed before rounding it to return to the drawers. What’s obviously a remote that must be connected to both of the cock rings comes back with her before she settles herself on the left side of the bed facing us, so damn far away. “You can watch me pleasure myself whilst I torture you.”

“Wait, Vengeance—” I start to beg for mercy, but my own cry cuts me off as the vibrations of the sex toy increase. “Sh-shit,” I moan out in near enough agony, Scotty’s breathed-out, “Ezla . . .” letting me know he’s suffering the same.

Laying herself out on her back, HC’s thighs part to show us everything, and my breath gets caught in my throat. “Watch,” she repeats calmly, trailing a hand down the centre of her torso. My heavy-lidded eyes follow that hand obsessively until it stops at her swollen pussy. I can see how wet she is from here, her skin glistening for us.

“Spread yourself for us. Let us see your perfect cunt properly—”

My mouth snaps shut at just the simple slow raise of her dark brow. “There will be no control from you today, Cooper. You can beg for me, but you cannot command me.” Middle finger extending, I fucking know that was a subtle but very deliberate fuck you from her as she uses the pad of it to locate and press down on her clit.

Scotty lets out another huffed laugh under his breath that quickly turns into a long, low moan as we both keep watching Ezla fixatedly, and I’m too transfixed, too caught up in her, to even be pissy with him.

Another moment of rubbing herself slowly, and she plunges two slim fingers straight into her pussy. Throwing her head back, her long chestnut-brown hair spills across the onyx sheets beneath her.

Scotty’s next groan sounds like he’s dying. “God, I’m sorry for everything, Ezla. I hate all I said. Please let me touch you. Let me take care of you.”

In the same state as him, I manage to get out, “Let us make you feel good, Vengeance. I’m so goddamn sorry—”

“I know you are,” she cuts me off sternly, glare zoned in on the both of us. “Do not think of back then—only now. This is your apology. I do not need your words, only your actions, your desperation for me.” A moment later, her eyes are happily closed and her head’s tipping back again as she starts to move her fingers in and out of her.

Muttering a string of filthy curses under my breath, my wrists strain against the cuffs around them, chains clinking. I can feel the ache in my arms, my entire body, from being held in this position, but nothing compares to the torture my motherfucking blue balls are in. My cock’s seriously fucking killing me as I watch and hear each lewd wet thrust as Vengeance picks up the pace of her fingers, encouraged by my blatantly obvious desperation for her. And fuck do I want to get to her so damn bad. I fucking need her.

“So beautiful, Ezla. You’re everything.” Chest heaving to match mine, Scotty’s ragged breaths almost cover up his whispered words, and I can’t spare a glance for him when all of me is wholly focused on the beauty before us, but I catch him shifting in my peripheral, without a doubt facing the exact same pleasured pain as I am.

And that’s confirmed as we both suck in a sharp breath of air through our teeth in unison when I feel and hear the vibrations of the cock rings increase again.

“Jesus . . . I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that, Vengeance,” I grit out, wrists pressing harder against the cuffs as my fists tighten to the point of pain. “Don’t let me cum before you.”

“I will too, Love. Do you want to turn that do—”

Ezla’s gaze is sharp but her lids are weighed down with lust as her head snaps up. “No. Come for me.”

The buzzing hum shoots through the roof.

Every nerve ending reacts, thoroughly soaked in sensation, and right on her command, I completely lose it.

“Fuck!” My shout’s followed by Scotty’s as a dizzying orgasm slams into me. I’d definitely be a heap on the floor right about now if I weren’t being held up by chains as my body jerks, groin on fire.