CHAPTER 144: I’VE NEVER BEEN ONE TO RUN FROM A LITTLE PUNISHMENT, GABE.

Well, back to my- ahem- story.

She pleaded desperately with him to increase his pace, since she couldn’t move as much as she wanted. Begging was her last resort, and for someone as feisty as she was, you can understand how hard it was for her to do that.

Eventually, he stopped his actions, and I couldn’t help but mirror her actions by taking deep breaths to calm my racing heart, but even as I did, the temperature in the room didn’t drop by one fucking degree.

It just stayed the same; it was almost suffocating.

I trained my eyes hard on the man’s back as he sorted through a drawer, looking for something.

Eventually, he found it and stalked his way back to the bed.

Instead of returning to her pussy that was beginning to turn cold, he stalked to the head of the bed, climbing next to her head.

He held up a material which took me some time to name, but I eventually placed it as a blindfold. She stared into his eyes as he slowly brought it down to her eyes, placing it gently over them, extending the elastic so it went over her head to the back, keeping the fold in place.

I don’t think Mira liked not being able to see anything because as soon as he touched her, she almost kicked him away.

"Relax, Mira." He said softly, brushing his lips against her inner thigh. "It’s me, Gabe."

With that, she calmed under his touch, a genuine soft smile gracing his lips.

His kiss from her heel to the top of her thighs was so slow, even for me. But I couldn’t help but feel like he was doing it on purpose, taking his sweet time to worship her skin that, in all honesty, was to die for.

Eventually, when he was done with both legs, he brought his lips to her silt, pressing a long, wet kiss against it, causing her to release a loud moan as she suddenly bucked her hips into his face.

As if following her command, his large hands palmed her cheeks, lifting them so he could dig into her pussy even more, munching on it like his last meal.

The sounds of his eating mixed with the loud, mind-numbing moans she released echoed in the room, probably a tad more in my head as I imagined myself in her shoes.

Restrained, blindfolded, spread apart like butter and munched on like cereal filled with so much milk and honey.

I tried to stop imagining things, but the more I watched, the more far long I got.

My pussy clenched and unclenched around the tiny piece of material that covered my lips, even though it had been drenched from the very moment he strapped her to the railings of his bed.

The area on the leather sofa I was sitting on had become very slippery, but I held my ground, reminding myself that I was there for research, and not to be fucked senseless by my mates.

That was going to happen soon, but I had to focus. I tried to focus on the man and ignore the fact that my mates weren’t going to stay quiet for long since the thick smell of my arousal had filled the room a long time ago.

Just as she was about to hit climax, he pulled away, his beard and mustache covered in white cream, his lips glistening between them as their ends curled up upon seeing her writhing before him.

"It’s a punishment, Baby. You keep forgetting." He slurred, picking up the vibrator and turning it on.

The sound of the vibrator caused my breath to hitch in my throat, almost pulling me to the climax.

My hands tightened around my purse, my knuckles whitening as the sound reverberated through me.

Its hum was almost silent, but loud at the same time. It was deep, so fucking deep and rich. Not loud or rattling.

Mira was just as dumb struck as I was, silent as tremors ripped through her body.

Gabe oiled its head generously with lube and brought it down to her vagina.

She tore her hip away from the head with the speed of light, her chest rising high and falling as she tried to process what she just felt, whereas I was too startled to move.

Too startled, too horny, too needy and too drenched.

It was like time had stopped around us, but not within our bodies.

The need was heavy. Incredibly heavy.

My heartbeat had become a resounding bell in my ear while my drenched thighs were becoming more and more drenched, filling my mates with so much of my arousal to inhale.

I didn’t know who to pity more, myself or my mates.

Gabe gave her some time to relax, but not too much. He didn’t want the trail going cold, or else they were going to have to start from the beginning.

He put it on again, causing my heart to skip, but not as much as before. This time, he trailed a part on her thigh slowly, letting her get a little used to that particular tempo, deciding to go a little easy on her this time.

When he had finally gotten what he wanted, he brought it back to her pussy, causing my throat to go dry as I clenched my thighs tightly against each other, trying as hard a possible to not reach for Troy or Theo and kiss them senseless.

This time around, she bucked her hips towards him and his vibrator, shaking, writhing and moaning seriously. In a few seconds, she climaxed with an ear-splitting scream that rang loudly through the systems.

Despite that, Gabe didn’t take away the vibrator, despite how sensitive she was. He held it down on her shaking hips with a neutral expression, pressing it against her throbbing clitoris, and I could only imagine how it felt.

After one round with my bullet, my clitoris always got too sensitive, so I never tried going for a second round till maybe later. Even then, it still felt quite sensitive.

So, I could only imagine how she felt.

She writhed a lot at the beginning, but eventually settled into the feeling, cumming again.

But Gabe.

He didn’t fucking stop.

It picked my skin so bad I wanted to pull out my hair from its roots.

Mira’s breathless moans filtered through the systems, as tears poured freely from her eyes. I almost feared they were going to be turned to blood, given how hard she was screaming.

When she finally came for the third time, he put off the vibrator, causing deafening silence and ringing to fill the room. The only sounds that could be heard were Mira’s faint breathing.

I stared at her sweaty, oily figure with admiration. She wasn’t just feisty but had a really strong heart. I didn’t think I would have lasted that long conscious.

Gabe, ever the *cough* gentle *cough* man, placed the vibrator on the table and returned to his half-conscious Mira.

He sat beside her head, gently removing the strands of her hair that sprawled across her face, neck and arms.

"How do you feel?" He asked quietly.

"Alive," Mira responded, chuckling faintly. "I want more." She said after a while, holding his gaze as she sat up. "I want you. All of you, inside me."

I scoffed as she palmed his cock that strained in his pants, squeezing.

For the first time that evening, I saw another genuine emotion aside from affection on his face. Hunger. Pure unbridled hunger.

My shoulders slouched as I watched the couple in amazement. First, I thought she was going to be extremely weak and would want nothing but a warm bath to soothe her pulsing nerves, but no, she wanted more. She wanted to be fucked.

Second, Gabe has managed to keep a neutral expression throughout the entire session, but with a single request from her and a cock squeeze, his mask was suddenly torn to shreds, never to be seen again.

I thought my mind was open enough, but they all just seemed to want to widen it further.

I couldn’t help but wonder what they could do next that was capable of shocking me further.

"Mira," Gabe called in a very grave tone. "Not everything is a joke, you know. You could be punished for this." He warned as his gaze searched her face for any lie or joke markers.

"I’ve never been one to run from a little punishment, Gabe. You’d have to come up with a stronger threat." She said as mischief glinted in her eyes.

Something told me she meant to punish him, but I couldn’t help but feel she was being partly sincere. Because, for me, vibrators make me want more. Not just pleasure from my clit, but something more. I imagined it was going to be the same for her, but since when has this ever been predictable?

In the end, it was up to Gabe to choose. He was the horny one after all.