Page 34 of Make Her Scream

“I mean, if Roman thinks you’ve been a bad girl, then who am I to argue?” He walks right up to her and gently runs his finger over one very pink ass cheek. “Plus, you’re so pretty like this. I like it.”

“You’re all depraved.” She huffs out an annoyed breath.

I dip my finger between her folds, and it comes away wet with her arousal. “And you love it. Which way is that room with the mirrors?” I ask the others.

“To the right,” Mal says. “Follow me.”

He leads us into the mirrored room, and I place Ophelia carefully on the floor. Then not so carefully, I grab her dress in my hands and rip it right down the middle. It hangs off her now in tatters.

The three of us are on the same page, and we work fast to get the remaining fabric from her body, until she is completely naked. Standing there, vulnerable, and reflected from every single angle, with three huge men in our robes and masks surrounding her, she looks tiny and vulnerable.

“Look at you, little prey.” I blow a gentle breath against her neck, and she shivers.

Her nipples are as hard as bullets, and her breath is coming fast.

“I think she likes what she sees.” Cain reaches from behind her and gently traces his finger down her body, between her breasts, over her stomach, stopping just above her mound.

“Do you like it, Angel?” He cocks his head to one side as he trails his hand back up. Then he cups both her small breasts, lifting them and palming them, watching in the mirror with dark, glistening eyes. “Do you like to see your three men surrounding you like this? Us dressed in masks and robes, and you naked, and totally at our mercy? And you must watch it all unfold. Does it turn you on, my Angel?”

“No,” She breathes out in a rush of breath.

“I don’t know why you bother lying,” Malachi says with a chuckle. “We can prove you’re not telling the truth.”

Cain has moved around to her side now, and Mal takes his place behind her. He reaches around and lifts her pussy lips apart, opening her like a fucking perfect flower.

“Look how swollen and wet you are for us. You can’t hide it. You’re soaked.”

He rubs her clit, and her head drops back against his shoulder as she sighs.

“No. Eyes open. Watch what we are doing to you.” Cain barks the order, and she complies so beautifully.

Ophelia might have her moments of resistance, but mostly, she’s beautifully submissive and fits us so well.

Malachi frees himself from under his robe. “I need to fuck you, baby. I’m going to fuck you like this, with my robe and mask in place, and you’re going to watch.”

I know the exact moment he enters her because her eyes roll back in her head and she cries out.

I remember something. It comes rushing back to me. My favorite memory and fantasy of the time they held her over me in the woods and lifted her up and down on my cock, and how fucking hot it was. I want that again, but here, so I can see just how depraved it looks from all angles.

Mal is fucking her hard now, and she’s shoved forward a few steps by the force of his thrusts, until she has her hands slammed against the glass of one of the mirrors. Her contorted expression is beautiful in the reflection.

Cain lifts her face, holding on to her jaw. “Look at yourself, Angel.”

His other hand finds her clit, and he strokes it as Mal fucks into her from behind.

“Oh, God, it’s too much,” she begs. “No, I can’t. I… oh, God, yes, yes, shit, I’m going to come. Don’t stop.”

She explodes with a cry, her neck and chest flushing red, and Mal curses as he comes, too.

When he finally pulls out of her, I turn her face and take her lips in a hard kiss.

“I want them to hold you over me, like they did before, do you remember? But here we can see it from every angle. I can watch your pussy stretch for me as they hold you up and over me, and fuck, it will be so hot.”

“Oh, God,” she moans.

I think she’s half gone now, to that place she enters when she gets super turned on. Ophelia turns into a submissive melted mess at those times, and I love it.

I pull my robe off, not wanting it to sully the view. Then I take my cock out of my jeans and lie down on the hard floor of the funhouse. I don’t take my mask off, and when I turn my head to the side, I see an obscene sight. My mask covers my face, my cock is ramrod straight, straining and already wet at the tip.