Page 8 of Deviant Secrets
“Keep licking and sucking on your tit?”
“Finger fucking your cunt?”
“Or maybe you want us to let you go back to your normal boring life,” he mocked.
“Sitting at home and reading those books. Wishing some normal ass dude could fulfill half of your true desires. Thedarkness that sits on your shoulder like a devil. Gnawing at the shell of your ear,” King added on.
I gritted my teeth. My life was far from boring. “And I guess because you bought a five-dollar mask it makes you somehow superior?”
I stood straight, now chest to chest, with him. The fight for power in the dynamic slowly crept up my back like fire and I wanted to win.
It would be pretty easy to predict tonight’s events. Tie me up, fuck me hard, maybe two or three times while I fake the orgasm. Then they would leave, moving on with their lives as if nothing ever happened.
“Play with me…scary mask man,” I giggled mockingly.
If they took any longer, I would start getting bored and use my own fingers to lie on the table and splay myself in front of them, running my fingers up and down my wet slit while they watched, never able to touch. Well, unless they begged for it.
A hand slithered around my throat and squeezed, trapping the laugh within my vocal cords. My eyes locked on him in fear, and a bead of sweat fell from my brow.
He squeezed harder, cutting off my airway, and my hands pounded against his chest. Begging for air.
“Who’s laughing now? Cause it sure as hell ain’t you. Now obey every fucking command we give you, or you’ll be punished.”
My jaw clenched and relaxed in defeat, remembering all too well what punishment was. I mumbled, “Use me like the whore I am.”
“Say it again.”
I choked out against his grip, trying to get more words through, but I couldn’t and black dots squiggled in my vision.Why do I want this?
He easily demonstrated the amount of control he had. Giving himself pleasure at the thought that I wouldn’t breathe, let alone come without permission.
“Chase me. Catch me. Then make me your whore,” I seethed, my tone low and defying.
Air rushed into my lungs quickly and after a deep breath, a constant hum of pleasure grew in my abdomen. My eyes met the floor in submission as his hand returned to my pussy, entering me in quick strokes. In and out.In and out.
“Good girl.”
Lux returned to us with the set of thick black rope threaded between his fingers, waiting. Once King pulled his fingers away, he lifted them to my mouth, running his wet fingers over my plump lips.
“Taste yourself,” he commanded, slinging his fingers past my lips and swirling them around my mouth, allowing the taste of my juices to linger when he pulled them away.
A deep rumble erupted from his chest as his thumb grazed my jawline sensuously. Grabbing my chin harshly, he looked me over before speaking.
“Now, stay still and obey. It’s time to play.”
4
CHLOE
My eyes followed Lux, heart thrumming against my chest watching his hands work methodically. Binding my breasts with the soft rope. He moved with slow, deliberate precision. Each coil tightened, and I whimpered as the pressure became an erotic mix of pain and pleasure.
My eyes blazed when he flicked my nipple, sending a shockwave of stinging pain throughout my breast. Immediately, the pain lulled, and I sucked in a breath as he continued his work.
The rope ran across my chest and over my shoulder sensuously, wrapping around my outstretched elbows. He cinched the knots, and I yelped as he ran the rope toward my wrists. Already stretched to the max, my situation became clear. They didn’t want me to win this. They wanted me to be powerless against their advances.
I hated how fast my body betrayed me with a throbbing need I couldn’t deny. My mind and every conscious part of my being screamed for me to run, but my body was wet, desperate, and begging for more. At this moment, I loathed myself, and how I reacted.
“Palms flat against your back,” He ordered.