Page 6 of Deviant Secrets
CHLOE
Icouldn’t see what they looked like aside from the brunette hair that stuck out behind the masks in wisps. They both wore hockey masks in different styles and their muscles rippled under the T-shirts they wore. One had glacier eyes that almost glimmered against the green spray-paint across it, immediately drawing me in.
The other had cracks in his mask, making him look a lot more intimidating than he probably did on a day-to-day basis. One hit and I’m willing to bet it would break.
His eyes were dark and uninviting, and I was slightly intimidated. Standing strong, it was easy to match his energy despite everything within me screaming. Our eyes locked in a standoff.
“We told you to run. Are you that eager to get ravished? Or do you enjoy defying direction?” Cracked mask asked.
He was wearing a voice modulator, causing him to sound deeper and raspier than he most likely was.
“I-I don’t…you have the wrong person.”
A pained cry echoed off the walls as the other gripped my hair tight, pulling my body flush against his toned chest.
“I’m going to enjoy breaking you. Can you feel my dick twitching against the crease of your ass? Thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you?”
His hardened cock pulsed against my ass as he pulled my hair taut. Forcing my head upward to look at him, and I couldn’t help grinding into him with a soft moan. My face flushed with heat, feeling how perfectly our bodies molded together. “I bet you’re soaked thinking about it.”
The buzzing in my clit only intensified at his dirty words, and I closed my eyes, waiting for more. Feeling every rock hard inch of his chest, I inhaled his scent as he held me close. It was warm and inviting, despite the current events.
Maybe it’s just my twisted mind, but I was slowly succumbing to my situation and I was loving every minute of it.
In my moment of distraction, the first clasped a collar around my neck, locking it. Even if I tried, it wasn’t coming off, padlocked at the base and needing a key to escape. I growled as not one, but both pulled a key from their pockets.
“We own you now, Little Fox.”
“That’s a stupid nickname,” I spat into the mask.
I would try my hardest to handle my own, refusing to submit to people that hid behind the safety of a mask that looked like it was bought at the costume store.
It was almost as if he could read my mind when he tightened his grip, wiping the insult from the cheek of the mask. Running it between his fingers, a growl settled in his chest as he forced them past my parted lips and down my throat.
I gagged, trying to fight the intrusion, but he only pulled them out and shoved them back in, putting the fluid back where it belonged. I respected that and melted further into him at the sheer amount of degradation within the action.
“Tell us a safe word. You’re going to need it.” His demeanor was the complete opposite of his friend, and I felt myself crumbling under his intense gaze.
I had to think for a moment. I decided that if I was going to indulge in this, I would need two. One for free use, and one for the times I would be gagged tonight. These two wouldn’t be much of a challenge.
“Peaches, and if I’m gagged, I’ll tap a sequence if that’s alright.” I said breathlessly.
They both nodded their assent and my hands trailed up the hard chest in front of me, using my forefinger to show them the sequence.Tap. Tap. Pause. Tap. Tapinto his muscular chest.
Before I could protest, I was shoved back out into the dark night, while the other waited patiently to the side with a set of black rope. Keeping track of these two would be hard. I would have to rely on demeanor, over which one wore what mask.
“Why are we going back outside?” I asked.
I tried to back away from his darkened stare, but the hold on my hair was impossible, and I bit down on my bottom lip in anticipation.
Mr. Green mask knew exactly how to pull your hair to assume full control without causing too much pain. He took another step forward, and I swore the most deviant smile laid behind that mask.
In a flash, a pair of thick hands gripped my torso, ripping my shirt down the middle while the other gently released the tight hold on my hair. Removing my sweater and glasses, he placed them on the picnic table behind us.
These two were the perfect mix of what I needed. Rough and dominant, yet gentle and encouraging. This was going to be fun, but I wouldn’t make it easy for them. My body is a temple, and I’ve always had control over my sexual encounters.
My open shirt revealed plump round breasts. Suddenly becoming self conscious, I moved my hands across my chest to cover them up. They sagged just a tad, no longer perky as they had been in the past. The veins showed clearly, hues of blue and green like a web throughout. Giving way to the stretch marks from years of weight fluctuation. How could they want this? They should have chosen someone else. Beautiful and untouched, with no damage.
“Don’t you dare,” he said lowly, and moved fast to take my arms and hold them behind my back.