“What?” I acted as though I was confused.
“Push your fingers deeper into your pussy.”
Feigning outrage, I narrowed my eyes at him and pulled my hand back. “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to.”
“You,” he snapped.
Just when I was going to refute him, the other three men walked up. None of them stepped onto the deck, but four sets of eyes zeroed in on me.
Sir was the one to step closer. “Don’t mind him,” he said. “He’s just a little…excited. Not often do we see such a lovely creature in all her naked glory.”
I’d stopped teasing myself, but my hand still rested on my mound.
“Please, don’t mind us,” Sir stated. “We just want to see a beautiful woman give herself the appropriate attention.”
“And what do you consider appropriate?” I countered. I purposely looked at Justin from time to time, as though making sure he hadn’t moved closer.
Sir nodded toward the chair beside me. “May I?”
I gave him a reluctant nod.
Sir didn’t rush upon me, instead slowly making his way to the chair. He didn’t immediately sit either, but his eyes never left mine. “Please continue.”
“What makes you think I want to?” I asked with a huff.
His eyes dropped to my breasts. “I’d say you’re quite fond of being an exhibitionist.”
I glanced down at my nipples and gave a shrug. “It’s cold out here.” It was a lie. It certainly wasn’t cold.
Sir smirked. “Well, we can warm you up.”
My eyes widened as the other three moved closer, all three of them now on the deck. I didn’t know who to look at first.
“Little girl, you’re getting in over your head,” Justin said, his tone still rough but not quite as harsh as earlier.
“You don’t know me,” I quipped. “Maybe I like to live on the edge.”
Justin’s blond eyebrow lifted. “Prove it. Fuck your cunt with two fingers.”
The command in his tone had me sitting back, my lust skyrocketing. I was definitely enjoying the game. The ability to be bratty and to push them was erotic.
Figuring I would have to give in sometime, I spread my legs wide, then pushed two fingers inside me. Of course, the friction caused me to moan.
“I could take over for you if you’d like,” Sir offered sweetly.
I gave him a shy nod, encouraging him.
“Is that what you want?” he inquired with a devilish smirk. “Does the naughty beach brat want to give up control?”
“Maybe,” I said meekly, glancing up at each of them from beneath my lashes. “It’s just…it’s been so long.”
“Since…?” Master asked, moving even closer.
“Since I had a man please me,” I admitted.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah. Not many men know how to…give me what I need.”
“And what is it you need?” Sir questioned.
I let the question hang in the air for a second as I glanced from one man to the other. I pretended to be hesitant about how I wanted to answer. Before replying, I bit my lower lip. “I…uh…I like it rough.”
“Are you sure about that, little girl?” Justin asked, still playing the sexy villain.
“I’m sure.”
“You want it rough, we can give it to you rough.”
Before I could say anything else, Master and Sir pounced on me. They each grabbed one arm, then dropped the chair so that the lounger was lying flat. Rough hands positioned my arms above my head, holding me securely. I expected them to tie me down, but they didn’t. Still playing my part, I attempted to wiggle out of their hold.
When Justin straddled my hips and pressed his weight down on me, I stilled, staring up at him. The man was so incredibly sexy and the idea of him manhandling me was so hot I couldn’t hide my desire for him.
He crudely grabbed my breasts, pinching and tugging on my nipples. I cried out as pain shot through me, but he didn’t stop. I tried to jerk away, but he planted his hand on my ribs and held me still, continuing to punish my breasts before he pushed his finger into my mouth.
I bit down but purposely kept from hurting him. After all, I really did want to play.
Justin gripped my cheeks hard, holding my mouth. “Bad little girls need to have a cock put in their mouths. Why don’t you give her a taste, pup?”
My eyes widened when Ben moved over me, standing over my chest, his feet planted on each side of the chair, blocking my view of Justin. He was naked, his cock thick and hard as he stroked it in his fist. He smiled down at me. “Open wide.”
I was about to argue, but he took advantage, shoving his cock in when I opened my mouth. His hand fisted in my hair, pulling hard enough to send pain lancing through my scalp. I yelped, but he continued to roughly fuck my mouth.
It was amazing and exactly what I needed.
