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The Dance

Scarlett POV

I bit my lower lip as I felt the black-haired man blow right into the center of my sex, the cold air against my hot skin was delicious and made my muscles contract instinctively.

"Lovely, your body reacts so well to these little stimulations." I heard his voice echo.

My breathing was getting more and more intense, more ragged, especially as I kept my lips closed, not wanting to let out those moans of pleasure that wanted to come out at any cost.

"So sensitive... Your nipples are already hard"

The man behind me spoke into my ear, placing my leg on the shoulder of the man who was kneeling and then grabbed both nipples with his fingertips, making a gentle up and down movement, but it sent waves of pleasure through my body, the first few times were pure ecstasy, but as the seconds passed, the desire for something more, something stronger grew. I began to yearn for him to turn his fingers, to apply more pressure, to pull, anything more than this gentle, slow touch.

I closed my eyes tightly, feeling the touch of the kneeling man's fingers on my clitoris, pressing lightly and making movements as slow as the one on my back, both at the same pace. I could feel my arousal starting to seep out.

I clenched my hands into fists and felt my nails dig into my skin, trying to control myself somehow, anyhow. I know they're doing it this way to make me beg. Heavens, I'm almost at my limit! I can feel my body trembling slightly, involuntarily. No matter how much I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth, while I'm trying to focus on my breathing and thinking about other things. What I would use the money for, what investment I would make, the place I would rent to start the store... It was helping, a little...

"Hum... Hum... You seem to be more resilient..."

The kneeling man's voice rang out, and I opened my eyes, lowering my head slightly, and I'm sure my pupils widened, as I realized he was holding a small egg in his hand and his mischievous smile widened. I almost let out a moan as I felt him insert the object inside me, leaving it deep inside and as I'm very wet, it went in easily without stretching that thin barrier of the hymen.

I tilted my head slightly, opening my lips and pulling in more air, but refusing to let out a moan other than this muted one, and I heard the laughter of the person behind me.

"Obstinate."

He spoke and squeezed my nipples hard, twisting them without warning as I felt the object inside me begin to vibrate.

"Damn it!"

I screamed in my mind, shuddering harder, biting my tongue to the point of tasting iron, preventing the scream of pleasure from escaping. Yes, I know some techniques for not making noise, or controlling myself, after all, I had to learn them as a child. If they wanted to make me scream, they'd have to do better, especially if they expected me to beg. Besides, I was getting them to give me what I wanted, something more intense, even if it was little by little.

I crossed my gaze with the man at my back and saw that they were dark, the confident smile replaced by something different, something I couldn't identify, perhaps pleasure at being challenged. Anger? Curiosity? I couldn't tell.

"Interesting..."

He whispered and lowered his head, grabbing the tip of my ear and starting to suck lightly, while the kneeling man opened the lips of my sex wider, leaving my clitoris well exposed, as he started to run the tip of his fingernail along it. Each time he did this, I could feel my internal muscles contracting.

It was torture, making me breathe irregularly, holding my breath every time he touched me and releasing it every time he pulled away. I closed my eyes, trying to use the technique of imagining myself somewhere else again, but it was becoming increasingly difficult, as my body was eager for the touches of those Alphas.

I felt my breasts being enveloped by the man's hands on my back, and he began to squeeze them lightly and make gentle circular movements, leaving the nipples embedded between his fingers, while at the same time licking and sucking behind my ear, very close to the beginning of my neck. In sync with the man on his knees, he began to run the tip of his tongue along the opening of his lips, letting me feel his breath against the sensitive skin.

Little by little they were increasing the amount of stimulation, but never the force with which they did it, pushing me closer and closer to my limit. I can no longer control the tremors that run through me, my skin almost permanently shivering, my internal muscles contracting more strongly, trying to rub against the object inside me. While I know that if I had my legs together I would be trying to rub them.

The wet sound very close to my ear mixed with the man's hoarse moans, feeling his body join mine, I realize how aroused he is and the touch of the fabric leaving me in a more altered state, after all, I want to feel my skin against his. I want him to squeeze me tightly and hold me, so I don't fall.


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