Scraping it past my teeth, he wriggles it deep, deeper. I cough, mumbling around the rubbery girth, with my lips stretching as he keeps going. My eyes widen. He cannot go further?
Disbelieving I plead with my eyes.
He pushes on it, holds it there for a second.
Spluttering, I arch on the table as he worms it in and out, then leaves it deep again. Nausea peaks then ebbs. When I try swallow, it moves and obstructs my throat. My eyes are surely feral as I glare at him. I gulp and glare some more.
You asshole.My eyes say it all. He only reaches lower and drags one of the nipple clamps upward and taut. I shriek around the dildo and when he abruptly withdraws it from my mouth, the sound is rendered into a scream.
I’m about to fuck her pussy with the dildo again when her scream shocks me into awareness.
What am I doing?
Hailey is red-faced and struggling to catch her breath, thighs smeared with her own wetness which has leaked onto the table. Her eyes remind me of who she is to me. And the knife…lies between her legs on the table.
I recall an intention to use it on her…somehow.
It lies on the table.
The wicked blade is still decorated with threads of her white dress.
I’ve seen one decorated with female blood.
The two men study this victim of theirs, their expressions greedy, self-dedicated. And how am I better? Dawid lazily pulls on his cock, as if to make it last. His pants are still on, he’s merely drawn it out through the fly and when he sees me watching, he spits on his hand and resumes his stroking.
“Keep going. I’m spellbound, so far.”
“Spellbound?” I raise an eyebrow then navigate around the table, unfastening the cuffs.
I need some distance. It’s these two pieces of shit humanity that are influencing me.
Or maybe I need a new backbone?
Shoving a dildo down her throat? I could have killed her.
Even so…when she sits up, I can’t stop myself. I pull her wrist cuffs together and fasten them at her back.
But, her neck, how the cords of feminine muscle meld with her body at that sexy angle. I pull her across the table to me, nestle her rear into my body, and I bite her.
“Mmm.I’ll never get enough of this neck, or your ass.” She sighs and reclines onto me. It’s a show of trust I don’t deserve.
As I run my hand from ass to belly to her breast thenweigh it to appreciate the sway of the little clamp, I sight the spider web of rope.
It was designed for bondage, even if that trio still fucking each other like rabbits has ignored it.
We cannot renege on this deal. Can we? I sweep her hair off her face and kiss Hailey then ask quietly. “Sorry. Went too far. Nod if you still want this.”
Except, how do we know when it’s ended and they’re satisfied?
I turn to Dawid and ask exactly that.
He shrugs. “Make her come two more times. Leave marks on her. Make her bleed a little.”
Bleed? That awakens a fierce desire to do exactly that. Blood has its hooks in me, and that…that I do not understand. I shake my head, sweep away the visions that plague me, swarming into my mind like fucking bees?—
Of women cut with scalpel-thin blades and swinging from hooks.
“No.” I swallow, buying time to think, to clear my mind. “Not the bleeding. I’ll mark her, but not that.”
