Page 6 of Run and Hide
Mia and I are both fueled by our shared desire to please him, the need to see him fall apart at our hands overtaking everything else.
As I take him deep into my mouth, I can feel him shudder with pleasure as he groans. Meanwhile, Mia's skilled hand wraps around the base of his length, applying just the right amount of pressure to make his hips buck forward, pushing deeper into my mouth.
My tongue moves around the sensitive tip, teasing, Mia's steady strokes adding exactly what he needs. Together, we bring him to the edge of ecstasy. His breathing becomes heavy, his body tenses, and his desperate need to come becomes evident. With every flick of my tongue and every stroke of Mia's hand, wepush him closer to the brink. His moans grow louder, his hips thrust instinctively, and his grip on reality begins to slip away.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he gives in to the overwhelming pleasure. I move, letting Mia have the pleasure of tasting Kian, and he comes on her waiting tongue.
Kian grips her by the throat and hauls her to her feet after she swallows every drop, and I follow suit. The fear that disappeared from her face is back as he stares into her eyes.
“We are going to do unthinkable things to you, little crow. Things you would’ve never even thought of doing.” Her hand comes up, gripping his wrist. “We are going to make you scream, fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Kian is gone. His alter ego is here and ready to play.
“No more chances to leave. Do you understand? If something is too much, you use a safe word, but you aren’t going anywhere now.” He smiles down at her, and the mask shifts, making him look more demented. “Chainsaw. You want anything to stop? All you have to say is that word, understand?” Mia only nods, but that’s enough for us.
“You’re ours, even if it’s just for the night.” With that, he releases her, and Mia sucks in breath after breath, bringing her hand to her throat to soothe the burn, but she doesn’t try to leave. Instead, she reaches for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head until she’s standing in only a black bra, her beautiful tits spilling out the top.
When she doesn’t turn and run, I take the chance to step behind her, closing her in between us.
“Take off the rest and get on all fours,” Kian tells her. She hesitates, but the look on Kian’s face leaves no room for any kind of argument—even if part of me wants her to talk back, to watch him put her in her place. But she’s such a good girl, tugging them down until she stands in only her bra and a matching blackthong before removing those as well. She drops everything into a pile and lowers herself to the ground once again.
Her beautiful ass is just begging for me to spank it.
I nod toward Kian and glance at the chainsaw a few feet away from us, silently letting him know I’m going in for the kill.
Chapter six
Mia
No one touches mefor what feels like ages, but it’s likely only for a few minutes. I hear steps, but I don’t dare look behind me.
If it wasn't for the strange, intense need coursing through my body right now, I’d be running until I found my car, but there’s something about these two that makes me stay. They make my whole body feel like it's on fire, and they have barely touched me.
Strong hands grip my hips, and I let out a yelp. Only seconds later, a sting radiates over my ass cheek.
Did he just spank me?
Before I can ask, another blow lands on my ass.
“God, I want nothing more than to shove my cock into this perfect ass of yours, little crow, but that’ll have to wait.” Kian's raspy voice hits my ears, and I can’t help but whimper.
This is so messed up. I shouldn’t want this as much as I do. It doesn’t make sense why I want this so much, but who am I to fight it when it feels right?
Feather-light fingers trail down my spine, and I shiver under his touch. Kian keeps going until he reaches my ass, only pausing for a moment before he finds my opening.
A single finger enters my pussy, and I moan, feeling extremely sensitive. I try to look around for Cyrus, but he’s nowhere in sight. I don’t focus on that, though, as Kian shoves in another finger, stretching me.
“So fucking tight,” he groans, moving his fingers painfully slow.
My arms wobble to support my weight but give out as Kian presses my face into the dirt. He keeps my hips up, only removing his fingers moments later, grabbing both my wrists and securing them with something.A zip tie.My heart rate spikes, causing my breathing to deepen.
His fingers find me once again, and I put all my focus on that when I hear a faint click, like a trigger being pulled. I try to lift my head from the ground, but Kian positions his body so he can press the foot of his boot against my head, keeping me in place. Then comes the choke. A low, mechanical growl from the chainsaw sends a shiver down my spine as I try to move, but with my hands tied behind my back and the weight of his boot on my head, I’m not able to.
His fingers are deep inside me, curling upward, and I jolt forward, fear and a climax washing over me.
Even through my euphoria, I hear the distinctive sputter as the engine is trying to catch.
No. No. No.