Free Shared (Billionaire's Blood Slave 4) by Rosa Steel

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    She squeezed her thighs, clenched, but
nothing gave her any relief.
    Alice whimpered around her gag, licking at
the bit compulsively and wishing it was her master’s cock. How
long has it been? Hours?
    She was sweat streaked and exhausted, mewling
helplessly. Her asshole clamped down on a thick rubber plug, her
aching cunt was soaked, pierced by something cold and hard and
immense. Both were held deep inside her by soft leather straps that
ran between her thighs, parting the swollen lips of her sex.
    Her hands were tied harshly behind her so she
couldn’t relieve herself. They strained behind her back against her
leather cuffs, twitching against the achingly tight bonds. After
standing still so long her thighs were cramping so badly that her
slender legs actually trembled.
    Please let him come back soon… she
felt like crying, wracked by the force of her bondage. Her Master
had left her here so long ago now with no explanation. Just a curt
‘stay’, then he was gone. Alice the slave was more loyal than a
dog, but even she was close to disintegrating now.
    The pain was bad, but worse was the liquid
tingle of her sex- the warm flush in her belly that was totally
inescapable. Her mind was a tangle of sweaty fantasy, and every
thought lead back to her eager cunt and the thing inside her. At
that point she would have accepted any form of release, even a
whipping. In fact, even the thought of Knight’s crop snapping
against her treacherous slit had her moaning and sucking at the
rubber bit between her teeth.
    Though she knew her Master would punish her,
Alice couldn’t help squeezing the thing trapped in her pussy. It
felt like glass, smooth and cool, and had absolutely no tenderness
to it. Her muscles contracted desperately around it, but that
little stimulation was just making things worse. She would never be
able to come this way but she was getting painfully aroused by try.
Her exposed clit stood up, pert and swollen, cooled by the empty
air.
    She couldn’t take it any more. Without
thinking, Alice let herself slide towards an antique armchair
standing close by. The shuffling little steps massaged the rods
deeper into her body, sending agonising tremors up her spine. This
furniture was too good for her, and she had to squeeze her eyes
shut before she reached it. If Knight found out her punishment
would be terrible. When the soft cushioning and gilt wood ground
against her thigh she bit down in surprise on her gag. Slowly,
terrified, she twisted so the wooden arm of the chair slid between
her damp thighs, bumped against the hard toys in both her holes. It
was all she could do not to moan – at least she was gagged.
    Alice rocked, squirming and letting the prods
sink deeper, her body humming with arousal. After a minute of
grinding the glossy wood was slick with her juices and her body
trembled. Deep pangs of pleasure rushed through her with each tiny
grind…
    Behind her, someone laughed, harsh and
loud.
    “You’ve turned into such a slut, slave girl,”
came a raw voice behind her. It wasn’t Knight.
    Alice froze, panicked, her cunt throbbing
with need. Oh god… She let out a muffled whimper through her
gag.
    When he paced around her, grinning with
wolfish pleasure she saw him – dark hair, exotic features. It was
Victor, one of the two vampires that had helped capture her. His
eyes ran contemptuously over her body as he circled her.
    Slowly he ran a hand through his
short-cropped black hair, smoothed it back.
    “I’ve seen bitches in heat with better
self-control. Down, doggy, that’s not for you.”
    Trembling in fear, Alice slid to the floor
and crushed herself as low as possible, her bare breasts grinding
into the carpet. She tried not to look him in the eye. Knight’s red
ribbon felt glorious around her throat at that moment – Victor
couldn’t hurt her no matter how he might want to. She hoped.
    “You’re lucky I’m not your Master.” He
muttered, stalking around her.
    Where is my