Page 15 of Deviant Secrets
Lux stepped forward, cupping my jaw and leaned in close. “Are you done? Part of me feels like the ember inside of you is still flickering with a longing for satisfaction.”
His finger skimmed over my breasts and I winced, the blood rushing to the heated parts of my skin. He was everywhere. King removed the collar slowly, and I cracked my neck as his fingers moved methodically, soothing the area. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about aftercare.
Despite the dirty talk and rough play, they were great at finding balance, and I trusted that if I wanted out right now; they would leave without a complaint.
Before I knew it, a flush of heat rose within my abdomen as Lux ran his finger along my slit, dipping a finger into my wetness and rubbed sweet circles around my clit.
“Just as I thought. You’re far from done. I can smell your arousal,” he stopped abruptly, and I groaned. The next time Iheard him speak, it was his voice. His real voice. “Don’t worry. Soon enough you’ll be screaming my name as your juices coat my cock.”
I swallowed thickly. The words sent a shiver down my spine. A sharp, almost chemical smell filled my nostrils and immediately my head started spinning. Almost like the rotting flesh smell they try to create in a haunted house, but worse.
All I could focus on were the defined lines in his jawline under the mask as King held the cloth against my face. Punching and kicking out against my captors. But it quickly became a losing battle. Numbness and tingling working its way through my tired body.
My furious eyes met Lux’s guilty ones. I suddenly felt at ease, and my body slumped in defeat.
“This is our game now.” King grunted, wrapping his hand around my neck and squeezing, causing me to feel depleted of energy from the loss of oxygen.
The last thing I remember were the restraints on my breasts lifting as I sat on a cloud, blissfully floating until the darkness engulfed me.
7
LUX
“You didn’t have to knock her out,” I spat, pulling at the intricate knots of rope that held her breasts hostage. “She was more than willing to follow us for some fun.”
That was the game he played. While I wasn’t too fond of it at all, if that’s what she wanted, I would comply. Nothing we had done tonight hit a hard limit.
Best friend or not, if he went too far, I would make him pay for it. Sharing was hard enough as it was, and watching her struggle brought up memories that I refused to bring to the forefront of my mind.
Her sister loosely filled me in on what’s been going on the past few years, but I wanted more information. I’d get it tonight. When she was tired and broken…vulnerable.
King was here strictly for pleasure. Starting off as my wingman, I found it fun to play with him sometimes. With or without female company. He taught me everything I knew about the BDSM lifestyle. But I wouldn’t be calling him ‘Sir’ tonight.
Though she wants to be controlled, I’m here for her pleasure, not mine. I just can’t wait to be balls deep inside that woman,making her scream my name. I couldn't care less if I came from it.
Lightning spread to my groin as I carefully kneaded the circulation back into her tits. My cool fingers brushed over and over on her heated skin and I bit my bottom lip. I’ve waited years to touch her, and after tonight she would be the only one I would, for the rest of my life.
“Come on man, it’s all part of the game, and she’s a willing participant. Loosen up and have fun,” he said cooly, taking her from me and throwing her unmoving form over his shoulder. “By the end of the night she’ll be begging for it. Fuck did her pussy feel good clenched around my cock earlier. I couldn’t stop myself, man.”
Our masks sat at the top of our head, and he threw a smirk my way I wanted to smack off.
“You fucked her? We had an agreement!”
We weren’t supposed to fuck her yet. Use her mouth, scare her, make her bleed, yes. But not fuck her. Jealousy twisted in my gut. A painful reminder of how long I’ve wanted her for myself, forced to watch her suffer. I clenched my jaw, pushing away the images that clouded my mind.
“Get off your pedestal. You know how long you’ve wanted her. Here’s your chance. One night Nick, it’s all you have.”
“It’s not about what we want. She deserves to be treated as more than just a toy. She deserves better than what we just did. Look at her!”
All the years I had to endure touching myself, imagining it was her hot, tight body against mine. Watching as my brother paraded her around like a trophy, abusing her, then stuffing her with hush money.
She had no idea I cheered the loudest for her when she left him for good, even if it meant I wouldn’t see her anymore.
Still, she showed up at every game and I’ll never know if it was because she had to, or that she wanted to. As fun as tonight’s events have been so far for King and me, doubt seeded within me.Was it fun for her? Is she really okay with being reduced to a fuckdoll?
“Yes! Look at her. Open your big blue eyes and realize she asked for this. These stupid games you’ve been forced to watch. Acting as a middleman, following her to make sure no one hurts her.” He had a point, and I could see his body tense and shake the more he spoke, but he still needed to be set straight, in a few aspects. “Bet you never thought of that. At least if she’s our toy, we control the outcome. We pull the plug if we need to.”
Fuck.He was right, and I loathed it. We’d take full advantage tonight and watch her carefully. I wanted this to be her last experience in this state. I couldn’t stand by idly and watch her destroy herself anymore. The anger swelled inside my body as he spoke about her in that fashion, and I held my finger toward him in warning. “I’m not here to hurt her for sport. You watch yourself tonight or you can leave.”