Mateo leaned forward and licked a straight line from my slit to my clit, all the while keeping his eyes on mine, taking in my expression.

My mouth opened on a low moan as he kept going. Only when he closed his eyes did I lean my head back against Callan's shoulder and closed my own.

He lapped me up, each swipe of his tongue grew more frantic than the next, and my breath caught at the sensations I felt as he lost himself to my taste.

"Fucking hell. I'll never get tired of this," Mateo practically growled as he attacked my pussy with his mouth. His hands moved to my hips, keeping me perfectly still and eat me out like he couldn't get enough of me.

Gideon was still holding my leg up high, opening me to his friend. If it hadn't been for Callan at my back, this position would've been more brutal to keep. While Mateo sucked my clit in into his mouth, Callan had moved on to my tits, massaging them and pinching my nipples. Stings of pleasure shot from my nipples directly to my clit, and I cried out.

"Can I come, Sir?" I gasped, not really knowing which of them I spoke to, just hoping that whichever answered would give me permission. This orgasm had been a long time coming, and there was no holding it back after their endless teasing.

"Come for us," Mateo rasped and sucked hard on my clit, making me see stars.

Pleasure wrenched its way through my body, leaving me a shuddering mess as a loud moan slipped from my lips. Mateo didn't stop what he was doing and continued to give me pleasure even as my body cried for him to give me a break. It didn't take long until he pulled another orgasm from me.

Moving from my sensitive nub, he stiffened his tongue and fucked me with it, trying to get as far inside me as he could. He didn't stop groaning as he ate my pussy, and the sounds made me burn even hotter, knowing he was enjoying himself.

My skin was speckled with sweat. Mateo had been right; it didn't take long before I was warmed up. Now, the slight cold in the air only helped with my overheated body.

After coming two more times in quick succession, I felt like I couldn't take any more. I was so sensitive tears welled in my eyes from Mateo's administrations.

Whimpering, I tried to get away from his skillful mouth, but he held on tight. Even if he hadn't, two other men were holding me in place, including the chains I was cuffed to–there was nowhere for me to retreat to.

"Please," I cried. "I can't do this. It's too much." I looked down to Mateo's head between my legs, my eyes pleading, though he didn't see it.

"We're far from done with you. You brought this all on yourself, and now you have to take the punishment," Gideon whispered gruffly, his voice low and filled with a bass that caused my heart to pound harder in my chest.

"You heard him, sweetheart. We own your pleasure, and we decide when and how fucking many orgasms you will have. If you haven't learned that by now, you will," Callan said before taking a step away from me and then another. I didn't know where he was going, but the support he'd offered to keep me standing was suddenly gone, and my own strength was fading fast. If it hadn't been for Gideon and the added hand to my back, all the while holding up my leg, I would've been hanging rather limply by the chains attached to the ceiling.

Four. I'd come four times. It was only half of what I'd managed before, but with zero breaks, my nerve endings didn't have time to settle down before they were lit up again.

Multiple orgasms were any women's dream, at least for those who were sexually active but try to come again and again and again and again with no breaks, and that dream was...well, still a dream but a torturous one.

Even as Mateo was working me up to another climax and I was lost in all the sensations, I still heard a cap of a bottle open up, and a squirting sound as Callan squeezed something out of the bottle. I stiffened as I realized what he'd walked away to get: lube.

Callan approached my back again and said to Mateo, "Open her up for me." His words brought a mix of fear and excitement into my panting chest. He'd taught me just how good ass play was, but I was still too unused to the feeling that I hadn't gotten completely comfortable with it yet.

Mateo moved his hands from my hips to my ass cheeks and grabbed them. I blushed as I felt him do Callan's bidding, but if I'd hoped he would take a break from pleasuring me insane, I'd hoped wrong. He stopped fucking me with his tongue and switched back to play again with my clit, more gently than earlier, and looked up into my eyes. The mischievousness was still there and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he swiped at my sensitive bundle of nerves.

I moaned and then stiffened, feeling Callan's finger prod my puckered hole and wetting it with the lube. The feeling was still somewhat alien.

"Relax for me, Bella," Callan commanded.

"I-I can't," I objected. Some part of me knew that this, what he was going to do to me, would take me to new heights, and I wasn't ready for it.

"You can," he barked. "Try to tighten as much as you can, and when I tell you to, you let go."

Doing as he said, I tightened the muscles back there, and when he told me to, I relaxed. It must've helped because his finger pushed through the initial resistance easier.

Gasping, I felt him push inside all the way to his last knuckle. Just one finger of his, and I felt full. I couldn't believe his cock had once been in there, and not that long ago.

"Fuck," I groaned. At some point, my eyes must've closed, but they opened as I felt two of Mateo's fingers thrust inside my pussy, making me feel even more filled.

"Just like that, gorgeous. You so fucking beautiful like this, you have no idea," Mateo said, his eyes glued to both his hand and Callan's, watching me take them in both holes. He had a perfect view from his spot kneeling on the floor.

His eyes slid up my body, looking at Gideon's grip on me, taking in my heaving chest and my heavy feeling breasts before moving up to my face. "You were made to submit to us," he rasped, his hunger clearly written on his expression.

The orgasm I'd already been gearing for came crashing at his words and the feeling of both him and Callan finger-fucking me.

Tears fell from my eyes as they continued. My body was far too overstimulated, but they didn't stop, and I didn't make them stop either. It was a comfort to know that I could, if I absolutely needed to, but as torturous as this was, I wanted to see how much I could take.

Callan removed his finger for a few seconds, and at the sound of the cap on the lube bottle opening, I knew his plan was to stretch me out even more. Two fingers slid back inside, the slight stretch burned a little, but with Mateo still stimulating my pussy, the burn soon vanished.

I moaned, which sounded like a tired gasp at this point, as I felt my dominants rub their fingers against each other through the thin wall between them.

"Mmm, you're so fucking tight in here and so damn hot. I can't wait to take your ass again," Callan groaned as he sped up, thrusting harder inside me. He scissored his fingers, forcing my muscles to loosen up around them.

I mumbled something back to Callan, but I wasn't quite sure what I was saying. At this point, my brain was a mushy mess.

Gideon's grip on me tightened as he looked at what his friends were doing to me. Even through my panting and pounding chest, I could hear his shallow breaths. Something about it sparked a renewal of arousal in me; I liked that this affected him.

Two more orgasms tore through me. These ones took more time to build up, but they still took my breath away.

Some of my strength was drained as I slumped forward, which added pressure to the cuffs around my wrists. It was uncomfortable, but I was too lost to feel it too closely. The men, though, must've been more aware of the strain on my arms than I did because Callan and Mateo withdrew their fingers while Gideon finally let my leg down.

Mateo licked his fingers before he rose up to help Gideon unfasten the cuffs. When they loosened, Callan was there to keep me from falling. He was quick to lift me in a bridal style and carry my weak body to bed.

For a split second, I thought I was finally through with my punishment, but Callan was quick to quench my hopes.

"Seven down, three more to go," he stated, and my hazy eyes widened. Three more? Holy hell, I didn't know if that would be possible, but for some reason, I didn't even think about using my safe word. I trusted these men, and while this was indeed punishment, I knew they would never give me more than I could handle.