Crane is behind Brom, who is bent over the desk, pants around his ankles, a tie in his mouth.Crane’s jacket covers his rear, but his trousers are bunched around his thighs as he slams his hips into Brom and there is no question what he’s doing to him.
Brom lifts his head to look at me and his eyes flash with pain, but whether it’s a physical or emotional pain I’m unsure.Then Crane takes Brom’s head in his hand and pushes it down on the desk.
“Stay down,” he growls at him, and the command makes me feel like I’m unraveling.To see such a big brawny man like Brom being ravaged by Crane is mind-blowing, like every last innocent part of me has been thoroughly corrupted.
For a moment the room is filled with only the sound of Crane’s animalistic grunts, the creak of the desk, the gasps escaping from Brom, the rhythmic slap of skin on skin, and I think maybe I can back out of the room without disturbing them, without disturbingthis.
But then Crane pauses, his hands tight on Brom’s hips, and his head tilts to the side, gazing at me from the corner of his eye.A strand of black hair sticks to his sweat-damp forehead.
“You don’t have to leave, Kat,” Crane says, his voice low and guttural, missing all that smooth silkiness that I’m used to.“Not if you don’t want to.But if you want to stay, I’ll ask you to shut the door.”
I close the door behind me, making my choice to stay.
To watch.
Tosee.
I slowly walk toward them and Crane pulls out only to thrustback inside Brom and I’m feeling dizzy at the sight and the lewd slick sound of it all.I look at Brom and he lifts his head off the desk again to stare at me, his face flushed.Furrowed.He lets out a garbled cry against the tie as Crane pushes his head back down.
It’s then that I realize it’s not physical pain I’m seeing on Brom’s face.He’s enjoying it.From my angle I can see his cock under the desk, the long hard length of him.No, the pained expression comes from emotional pain.It comes from humiliation.Because that’s what Crane is doing, isn’t he?Screwing him while he’s leashed and bound and bent over his desk.
“Does this turn you on, sweet witch?”Crane says in a raspy voice, and my eyes are glued to where his own cock disappears into Brom, shiny with oil, and, goodness, I might need a dip in a cold bath.
“I’m merely curious,” I manage to say, but my voice betrays me with how husky it sounds.
“The way to my heart,” he says through a groan.
Crane pauses again, grabbing Brom by the hair and yanking his head back.It’s only then that I notice the blood under Brom’s nose, a cut at the side of his head.My stomach twists knowing that Crane has hurt him, even though I know it’s what he deserves for hurting me.
“Take a good look at her, Brom,” Crane says.“Because a look is all you’re getting.”
Brom lets out another strangled roar, his eyes seeming to grow darker.The flames from the candles make it look like there’s hell inside them.
You know there is, I remind myself.You saw what he tried todo to you.There is hell inside that boy and you’re not safe until it’s gone.
“Are you wet?”Crane asks me as he starts pumping again, the desk rattling.“Lift up your nightgown and show him.”
I meet Crane’s eyes, surprised at what he’s asking me to do.Even though his expression is ravaged by lust, he holds my gaze with gravity.“He won’t hurt you.He won’t touch you.I won’t touch you either, not unless you ask me to.I just want him to see what he can no longer have.”He pauses.“There is more than one way to hurt a man, darling.”
I swallow hard, eyeing Brom for a moment.It sounds so cruel.
But it sounds perfectly cruel.
A strange jolt of power runs through me.Is this what it’s like to be Crane?To be the one in charge, the one holding all the cards?
I take off Crane’s coat, discarding it on the ground.Then I move over so that Brom can see me clearly.I meet Crane’s stare and am delighted to see that clinical side of him is gone and instead he’s staring at me with pure molten heat.
Energy buzzes inside me like I’m a beehive, my legs dripping with honey.
This power, thispower.I can taste it on my tongue, the way that these two big men stare at me like what they’re doing to each other doesn’t even count, doesn’t even factor.
All they see is me.
I lift up my nightgown and part my legs.My heated core is met with cool air and both Brom and Crane suck in their breath in unison.
Yes.This is the power.
Electricity curls up my spine and I bring my hand down, sliding it over my pelvic bone, parting my most sensitive area.Iamwet—I can feel it gathered on my thighs.
