He moved me back and laid me on the bed. He spread my limbs and cuffed them, binding my wrists and ankles with restraints connected to the bed’s four posts. All the while he kissed me, sometimes quickly, sometimes slow and deep. He straddled my hips, praising me as he removed the clamps from my breasts but left the plug in my ass, taking his time to rub and suck my aching nipples into his mouth in between kisses.

“Touch me, please,” I begged, arching my hips toward him. One orgasm was simply not enough, not when he kept teasing me like this.

He got off the bed, grabbing the rose toy and his headset. He laid the headset beside me and said, “Yeah? Want me to make you come again?” I nodded with a moan. “I’m going to make you come so many times there won’t be a single thought left in your pretty little head.”

I wasn’t entirely sure whose curse came from the headset, but it sounded like Manson’s. I squirmed as I thought of the other three men listening in on all this, hearing every gasp, every breath, every plea.

Jason slipped the bulbous tail of the toy inside me. He pressed a button, and it came to life again, the tail vibrating within me while a soft hum emanated from the rose itself.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, fingers spreading me open. He dipped his head down, mouth closing over my clit, tongue lapping at me.

A little cry burst out of my mouth. I jerked against the cuffs but could barely move. I could only gasp, “Oh my God, Jason, that feels so good!”

His mouth left me, but the toy swiftly replaced it. This time, he used the larger part of the rose, and I flinched at its touch, the suction on my sensitive clit almost too much to bear.

“We’re just getting started, Jess,” he said, smiling at me wickedly as I panted. “We’re not stopping until that slutty little brain of yours is completely empty. The only thing I want you thinking about is chasing the next orgasm.”

If my body had a steam pressure meter, mine would be in the red. I was writhing beneath him, both trying to get away and trying to get more. I was going to come again; I could already feel it. But this orgasm didn’t build gently. It slammed into me, cracked open my raw brain, and wrenched out a shuddering cry.

“Jason, please.” My voice broke. “Please, I’m going to come —”

“You’re going to keep coming until I’ve said you had enough,” he said. “Be a good girl and don’t try to keep yourself quiet, understand? I think the boys deserve to be able to hear you.”