The Unfinished Business

Chapter 5

It wasn’t a scream of pleasure, but of sheer, agonized frustration.

My orgasm had hit a wall, a dam that wouldn’t break. The intense, prostate-driven climax roiled inside me with nowhere to go.

My body convulsed violently, shaking in a dry, painful spasm, like my soul was being torn in two.

I thrashed and bucked like a wild animal caught in a trap, and my hips f!cked uselessly into the bed while Lukas’s fingers continued their savage assault from behind and Jax’s grip held my release hostage.

“N–NO, PLEA—! LET GO!” I shrieked, the words sounding raw and guttural.

The sensation was torture. It was pleasure magnified to the point of pain, a firestorm in my nerves that had no outlet. Sweat poured off me, and my entire body shook uncontrollably. I drooled onto the sheets, babbling incoherently, reduced to a sobbing, pleading mess.

Just when I thought I would pass out, that the friction and the overstimulation would literally kill me, Lukas withdrew his fingers completely.

The sudden shocking emptiness was almost as violent as the penetration. I slammed my hips forward into the bed in one last, desperate thrust, my body following through on the aborted climax, but nothing came. Just a painful, throbbing ache in my balls and a deep, hollow emptiness in my ass. I collapsed onto the bed, trembling so hard my teeth chattered. Then I broke down crying, the sounds coming out of me rough and messy.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of my crying and the heavy breathing of the men around me. Then Lukas’s hand patted my ass, in a condescending, almost affectionate gesture.

“Shhh,” he said, his voice soft now. “It’s okay. You did so good.” His fingers trailed through the sweat on my back. “Now, what was it you were begging for?”

I couldn’t even form words. My mind was blank and static.

“Aiden,” he prompted, his voice hardening a fraction. “What did you want?”

I swallowed in ragged breaths. “T-to c*m,” I whispered.

“And?” He squeezed my ass cheek hard enough to make me jump. “What else?”

The words fell from my lips, coated in shame. “I… I won’t fight. Anymore. Please.”

A small smile was visible on his face. “Say it again. Louder.”

I took a shuddering breath. “I won’t fight you anymore. Just… please let me cum.”

“Good.” The bed dipped as he moved. “You’re so desperate for it, aren’t you? A desperate little chud who needs to be filled.”

His hand gripped my bound arm and hauled me upright onto my knees. “Then ride me. Earn it.”

A sudden icy fear cut through the haze of my need.

Ride him? With my hands tied? In this position of complete submission?

The hands left my body, and Lukas settled back on the bed behind me.

“Don’t waste my time,” he said.

Slowly and shakily, I pushed myself up. My thighs trembled with the effort.

I shuffled on my knees, turning my body awkwardly until I met him eye to eye. He played with his thick c**k and it slapped against his stomach. The musky, familiar scent of him filled my nose.

Shame burned my cheeks as I lowered myself, my body trembling. The broad, slick head of his c**k bumped against my sore stretched hole. I gasped at the contact, a fresh wave of tears leaking out.

“Do it,” Lukas commanded, with no playfulness left.

I had to relax muscles that were clenched tight from pain and overstimulation, then with a choked cry, sank down.

I moaned a long, low, continuous sound of protest and overwhelming sensation as I took him inch by torturous inch, my own weight driving me down onto him until his hips were flush against my ass.

“Fuuuuck,” I whimpered, full to the brim, stretched to my limit. I could feel every vein, every pulse of him inside me. My own c**k, still trapped and painfully hard, jerked against my stomach.

“Move,” he said, his hands coming to rest on my trembling thighs.

I started to rock. It was an unsteady, feeble motion. My arms tied behind me threw off my balance. But I found a rhythm, a shallow grinding rise and fall. And I found that spot again. The angle was different, deeper, more profound. The broad head of his c**k dragged over my prostate with every small movement.

A broken moan tore from my lips. “Oh… oh god… right there…”

The pleasure, so recently a source of torture, began to rebuild, hotter and faster. My movements became less feeble, and more purposeful. I rose higher, sank deeper, chasing that electric friction. I was panting hard, my head thrown back, lost in the dark, building sensation.

“That’s it,” Lukas murmured, his thumbs digging into my hip bones. “Use my c**k. Milk it. You need to come so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes… f**k, yes…” I was so close. The orgasm, denied and pent-up, was roaring back. I was moaning openly, and shamelessly, my cries filling the room. “I’m gonna… nghh… I’m gonna c*m…”

I was right on the edge. My balls tightened, my spine tingled, and my ass clamped viscously around Lukas’s shaft. I was a second away from detonating, when Lukas’s hands on my hips suddenly turned from guides to weapons.

He gripped me with crushing force and slammed me down onto his c**k while driving his own hips up off the bed.