Free At Drogan’s Command (Hades Helmet Crew) by Selena Illyria

sign that she was giving into her desire.
    “I love when you say that,” he murmured, and placed a soft kiss on her mons. He parted her folds carefully, treating her sex with the reverence afforded to a rare flower. Drogan turned on the bullet and ran it around her clit and up and down the folds of her thickened labia before slipping it into her slick passage. She was already hot, wet, and ready for him.
    “Your pussy smells delicious. I can’t wait to taste it. Tell me, my sweet captive, have you ever been fucked up the ass?” He already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from her.
    “Yes, Captain, sir.” This time her voice quivered in response, no anger to be found.
    “Did you ever fantasize about me fucking you up the ass, my beautiful one?” He had to know the answer.
    “Yes, Captain, sir.” Rena’s voice shook as if she was trying not to let him hear how aroused she truly was.
    “And I will. Tonight, I will fuck your pussy, your ass, and that beautiful mouth of yours. Would you like that, sweetling?” His control eroded a bit more.
    “Yes, Captain, sir,” she whispered.
    “Raise your hips,” Drogan ordered.
    She did as he asked, planting her feet to push up. He coated his fingers with lube and rimmed her dark passage first before inserting one finger, pushing past the first ring of her anus. To her credit, she said nothing and held herself still, without even a tremble or a shiver. He inserted a second finger into her tight passage, both fingers knuckle-deep. He started to finger-fuck her slowly. When Drogan looked up her body, he could see she was biting down on her bottom lip, trying not to say a word.
    He pulled out his fingers, coated them again, and thrust them into her ass. Her body was shaking from the effort to hold still.
    “Bad sweetling. You moved. You shall be punished for that.” Just the thought of spanking her had him almost coming.
    He slid off the bed, cleaned his fingers with a wet-wipe, and then took a flogger with suede lashes from the rack. He snapped it and watched her tense.
    Parting her folds, he rubbed the suede ends of the flogger against her aching nub before smacking it hard with the flogger. Rena cried out as she went up on her toes, hips arched in the air.
    “I told you not to move,” he growled. He slapped her clit with the handle of the flogger again.
    She cried out. “Please, Captain, sir, I can’t take it. I want to come, sir, please.”
    “You will not come, my sweetling. Do you understand? Not until I tell you to.” He slapped her again, and to her credit she didn’t move, although her hips were still arched.
    “Plant your feet on the mattress,” he growled.
    She did as she was told, slowly lowering her feet back to the bed.
    “Good, sweetling. Very good. Now, again, do not come until I tell you to, otherwise I will have to repeat that.” He put down the flogger and picked up the butt plug. He looked down at the slick lips of her labia where cream dripped down from her passage, seeping around the bullet. He dipped a finger into her juices and brought it to his lips. His tongue flicked out for a taste. Her tangy, salty essence made him groan. He wanted to gorge himself on her cream but shook his head. For now he had other plans.
    Grabbing the lube, he coated the plug and parted her ass cheeks, carefully sliding the toy into place. He picked up the remote control and turned it on. The soft buzzing of the toy filled the air. Rena gasped but did not move.
    “You are stuffed, aren’t you? Your ass and pussy are full and you want your mouth full too, don’t you? You want every hole in your body full. Do you want my cock in your mouth? Do you want me to fuck your mouth, my sweetling?” Drogan needed to hear her say it. He watched her swallow, he knew from the disc that she had enjoyed being taken by three men, ass, pussy, and mouth filled with cock. Drogan had hated that he hadn’t been there to join in, but then again he wouldn’t have shared her with