Free Beauty Blooming [Bonding Camp 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Christelle Mirin Page B

shake, the burning stretch of her ass transferring to her weeping pussy. She wanted to scream her ecstasy, but her orgasm wasn’t quite there yet. It was building, coiling like a cobra at her core.
    Joe scooted forward until he was inches from her. He reached beneath her, rubbing his palm against one of her bouncing breasts. “Is this what you want?”
    She nodded, her throat tight. Rodgers was groaning behind her, his rhythm increasing. Her ass was growing hotter, the friction of his cock thrusting into her, creating intense heat. Joe reached both hands beneath her and captured her nipples with his fingers, pinching. That was all it took. Rachel screamed. “Oh, God, yes!” Then she convulsed, her body overrun by the most powerful orgasm she’d had to date.
    “Holy shit,” Rodgers said, then he rammed deep into her, all the way to the hilt, filling her ass with his warm seed.
    Joe continued to roll and pinch her nipples as she rode out the orgasmic storm. “Keep coming, baby. Keep coming.”
    Rachel could barely catch her breath, her heart hammering in her chest. Her creamy juice coated the inside of her thighs while her face grew hotter than she’d ever felt it. Rodgers pulled back and out of her ass, and she began to come down.
    Joe stopped toying with her breasts and smoothed his hand over her forehead. “Are you okay?” he asked, a look of concern etched in his eyes.
    Rachel cleared her throat. “I’m more than okay.”
    Twenty minutes later, after they all had rehydrated with bottles of water and dried the sweat from their bodies, the three men surrounded Rachel. She was sitting on a small bench only big enough for her. Joe stood in front of her, the other two at her sides. She looked up at Joe, placing her empty water bottle on the floor beside her.
    Joe had a heated look in his gaze, and she knew he was thinking about fucking her again. She could tell by the way his dick pointed straight at her.
    “I think it’s time for some real bonding,” Justice said. Chains rattled behind her. “Give me your wrist, Rachel.”
    She raised her left arm. Justice fixed a leather strap around her wrist. It had a chain dangling from it with another leather strap at the other end. After he secured her wrist, he pulled on the chain, causing her to lower her arm, and attached the other leather strap to her left wrist. The chain was short, making her lean over. Then Justice did the same to her right. She was completely immobile, unable to move her arms and her legs except for a few inches.
    “That looks really hot,” Joe said. “I want her mouth this time.”
    Rachel fought the urge to smile. She still couldn’t believe she had waited this long to experience this much pleasure. She had been young and silly. These men had nothing more in mind than making sure all of them had a great time, and when they were through, they would be bonded together more intimately than most married couples. “What do you want me to do?” she asked, unsure of how they wanted to position her. She was leaning over, her elbows resting on her thighs. There wasn’t much she could do at this point.
    “We’ll carry you,” Rodgers said.
    The three of them lifted her and carried her back to the mat in the middle of the floor. Placing her on her back, her legs were straight up in the air, her arms stretched up toward her ankles because of the shortness of the chains. Justice lifted her shoulders slightly, placing a wedge beneath them so that her head was lifted off the mat. Then he stood and reached up toward the ceiling. He tugged on a string that she hadn’t been aware of, and two chains dropped down from hidden places. They were about six feet apart, gleaming in the dim light. Justice took the first one and, using the fastener at the end of it, attached it to the metal ring on the leather strap at her ankle where the other chain hooked. He did the same with the other one. Now her arms and legs were spread wide, opening her pussy for all to