“Right?” Nick chimed in. He’d disposed of the condom and pushed his mask back, then taken Cade’s place against the wall. Now that Cade was in the middle of the scene, Nick would act as DM. “She got so fucking tight when she came, I thought she was going to rip my dick right off.”

“Yeah?” Jack pulled back, added more lube, then slid forward again, a little easier this time. “I wanna feel it.”

Nick was watching Olivia carefully for signs of distress, or the gesture that would serve as her safeword while she was unable to speak. “Good luck with that,” he sneered, his derisive tone in direct contrast to his vigilance. “You’ll be lucky if she stays conscious at this point.”

“Oh, that’s not going to be a problem,” Jack drawled, and slapped her tender ass. “Will it, princess?”

She let out a muffled scream when he hit her again, his laughter all but drowning her out. “Fuck yeah, she tightened right up when I did that.”

“Her throat, too,” Cade told him. “Keep hitting her.”

“My pleasure,” Jack drawled.

He began peppering her ass with slaps, light ones that would nevertheless feel like lightning strikes on her already brutalized flesh. She jerked each time, letting out whines and pleas when Cade’s cock wasn’t in her throat, garbled groans when he was. They worked her in tandem, one thrusting in while the other pulled out, so she was never empty.

Jack shoved his mask back, his beard damp with sweat. “I wanna come, dammit.”

“So? What’s the problem?” Nick wanted to know, still vigilant.

“I want to feel her ass squeezing my cock,” he ground out, his eyebrows raised in question as he looked at Cade. That going to happen?

Cade shrugged. He’d never subjected her to this level of pain before, so he wasn’t sure how she’d react. “Try hitting her pussy,” he suggested out loud.

Olivia couldn’t speak with Cade’s dick in her mouth, but they all clearly understood the long and desperate “Noooooo.”

“Sounds like a yes to me,” Cade chuckled, and jerked his chin at Jack. Do it fast.

Jack nodded his understanding and reached around Olivia’s hip. She jerked wildly when he made contact. “Fuck, y’all, she is soaked. Maybe we should’ve fucked her cunt.”

Cade held Olivia’s head steady when she tried to pull free. He let her come off his cock—well, mostly—but Nick and Jack had both pushed back their masks, and he didn’t want her to see them. “You would’ve had to suit up for her pussy,” he pointed out.

Jack sighed in mock resignation. “I guess I’ll just have to make do with this.” And he slapped her pussy.