Page 20 of Their Cruel Love

Our next stop is at a semi-circle of sofas where two women are lying face down with their hands bound under them. Metal and blood shine on their skin. Needles have been thrust into their backs in lines. On one of them a line reaches to the top of her butt. One woman is gagged. The other is not. Her expression of pure bliss, the smile on her lips, is a revelation. She loves the pain, though perhaps there is more to it than the pain. I don’t know.

They’ve even arranged an outer semicircle of seats for people to voyeur from.

“Want?” Razor’s simplest question yet.

I look down at him where he sits on a three-seater sofa then look back at the women. I press my teeth into my lower lip, thinking, then I nod. I cannot deny it this time.

“Let’s watch some more then, with you sitting on me.”

My eyes feel wide as they can be as I eye his lap. As I begin to lower myself, he adjusts my aim then halts me with one hand on my hip, the other beneath my ass.

“No, spread your legs to either side.”

That will be so revealing. My pussy is soaked and will be dripping if I sit on him. I frown and half-turn, eyeing him over my shoulder. He waits, not forcing this as I hover. This isn’t CNC but then, I don’t know yet if that will work for me.

I inhale then open my legs and sit. My feet don’t reach the floor. In this open position, with air brushing me and my entrance easily accessed, my clit wants more. My excitement has focused there. Razor runs his hands up to my breasts and cups them through the angel costume.

Now, I can hear his breathing. He sounds like he, too, is having problems.

I smile. Well, now. If I wriggle on him, that hard cock poking along my butt cleft will be getting teased no end.

So…I wriggle.

“Girl.” He grunts.

Brutus has been standing near us, and now he steps in, looms. I look upward in time to see his hand reaching. “Bet’s yours,” he growls harshly, before his mouth lands on mine and he starts to devour me. His tongue plunges in, past teeth, exploring my mouth, taking. He has grabbed my hair and twisted, and I can’t move.

I don’t want to move. I’m in the middle of this raging storm of lust, and then someone’s fingers push into me below. One of them is fingerfucking me. The fingers go deeper, and my pussy clenches.

I splutter. My eyes roll back; my groans barely make it out past Brutus’s possessive kiss. I gasp as he releases my mouth and takes what feels like half my neck in his teeth.

Then Razor laughs. “Wait. Stop, you fucker.”

I’m panting, thoroughly a mess, probably dripping onto Razor’s thighs, and these men have me needing to be fucked, so hard.

Brutus stares at me and stays there, leaning over and seemingly ready to laser me with his eyes, or kill me with desire. I’m unsure which.

I’m panting, and I’ve twisted my fingers into the side of Razor’s pants legandthe front of Brutus’s shirt.

“You’re going to rise enough for me to stick my cock in you, sweetheart.” Razor pushes me higher, and I actually manage to stand. Brutus backs up, glowering. He wipes his mouth, his nostrils flaring, and I remember the taste of him. My legs wobble.

They’re going to fuck me here.

“I…” I look at Razor, then at the crowd around us. Only half are watching the needled women. The rest, they stare at me. I’m panicking, suddenly. Do I know that woman? I think I’ve seen her at a party at our house. Goosebumps run down my arms.

And suddenly I’m not so keen.

This will not go down well, but I lean near to Razor’s ear, and I whisper, “Please. Not here. I know her.” My eyes do more pleading as I straighten.

I want to. I want them. It isn’t that. Maybe I’m not meant for this public display. I twist one foot on the floor, feeling like I did back at school when I forgot my homework.

Razor tilts his head. His expression seems to soften. “Sure.” He clicks his tongue. “But…we will punish you for this.”

Brutus folds his arms and nods in agreement.Bastards.Which is when I notice how he’d torn off the lower part of the mask so he could kiss me. He has thick, cruel lips. That time Marcus pinned me to a wall—his mouth looked like this. My gut feeling suggests he’s planning to do things to me to live up to the brutal in Brutus.

A matching smile decorates Razor’s face, and I look from one to the other. “Tweedledum and Tweedledee?” I say it quietly, knowing I’m pushing my luck.

Razor reaches up and grabs my ass. He gives me a shake then a hard pinch that makes me jump. “We have a brat in the making. We’ll have to get inventive with this punishment.”