“Spill it,” he says, apprehensive but supportive.
I tear my eyes from his, unwilling to watch the realization of my fears manifest in them. “What if…”
Mitch’s hand returns to my mouth, rougher than the last, gripping my cheeks and pulling me towards him. I moan as his fingers dig into my cheeks.
“We’re not doing this, Roxy,” Mitch growls, shaking his head. “Not today. Not ever. You need to get out of your head. There is no ‘what if’. You’re here because we want you. You belong to us now. No more self-doubt. No more second-guessing. No more what-ifs. Roxy, let yourself go. For the love of God, let yourself just fucking exist in your own skin, for us if not for you.”
I let out a breath of air as he slides his hand from my mouth to my cheek, feeling the weight of his words settle on my shoulders like a comfort blanket, nestling around me and making me feel like I finally found home. Maybe this is precisely what I’ve been so desperately searching for all these years. Not one, but two hearts to push me to explore the depths of my boundaries, who can see the real me under layers of self-deprecation and a mountain of self-doubt.
“Let us take care of you,” Ian says softly in my ear.
I suck in my bottom lip and nod my head.
Mitch spins me around to Ian, who claims my lips with his own. His tongue slides over Mitch’s finger that rests on my chin before invading my mouth. Our kiss barely breaks when Mitch forces me to face him, and he takes his turn to claim my mouth.
He steps back and licks his lips. His eyes are heavy as he looks me over, then looks to Ian. “I can’t believe I get to have both of you,” Mitch says with awe but quickly gets into the fine details of our filthy adventure. “My boundaries are the same as usual. I own you motherfuckers, and you tolerate me,” Mitch says with a smug smile.
A thought blossoms in my mind as I focus my attention on Mitch, tilting my chin high in an act of defiance. It is an act, afterall. There isn’t a defiant bone in my body when it comes to him, but if we’re going to do this, I want to make sure these guys fuck me up well and proper. Tonight, Roxy gets what she wants too, and what I want is for this himbo motherfucker to turn on the sadist that I know lives within him and, in tandem with his best friend, fucks me senseless.
What better way to get the night started than to be a complete fucking brat? I can sense the suggestion of a smile quivering on the edges of Mitch’s lips, but he manages to keep it at bay. I can practically see the spark of electricity running through him.
“Really?” Mitch says, gripping my hair tightly with his free hand and pulling my head back. “You want to play it like that, huh?” He growls.
I bite my bottom lip in reply, my nerves too pent up to speak.
“You’re too fucking good to me. You know that.” Mitch tightens his grip on my hair and, without breaking eye contact with me, uses his free hand to reach out for Ian. “What do you say, buddy? You want to help me put this brat in her place?”
Mitch’s words strike me like a bolt of lightning, shooting electricity through me straight to my pussy. A shiver races down my spine, and my desire intensifies, with their eyes swallowing me up.
“Fuck, yes,” Ian groans.
NINE
My mind and heart finally catch up as they race to match the same beating rhythm of the throbbing of my clit.
“Boundaries. Now,” Ian demands, walking around from behind me to stand next to Mitch, and my blood runs hot.
“Stop means stop. No means no,” I say simply.
“That’s it?” Ian says, his eyes wide.
“She has a habit of sugarcoating it, so allow me to enlighten you,” Mitch speaks for me, running a hand down my jawline. “Our little slut loves relinquishing control. Not only does it make her pussy purr like a lioness in heat, but it allows her to let go of all her inhibitions…all her fears…all her doubts. A moment in time to offer up her body for pleasure…nothing more or less.”
I take a deep, slow breath and stare at Mitch with complete adoration. He knows me so well and understands my needs more than I understand them myself.
“Isn’t that right, baby?” he asks with a smile, and I nod slowly.
“Most of all,” Mitch continues, sliding two fingers over my bottom lip before thrusting them into my mouth, slow and deep until they hit my gag reflex at the back of my throat. “My personal favorite kink of hers is that she likes to choke on every fucking inch that will fit down her throat. Which is why I refuse to wait another goddamn second to watch her swallow you down.”
Mitch pulls his fingers from my mouth and steps back, pulling Ian with him.
“Remove every scrap of fabric from your body…now,” Mitch demands.
I grip the hem of my shirt, ready to pull it over my head, but I freeze as I remember I’m supposed to be a brat. I drop my hands to my sides and look at each of the boys in turn. Their eyes narrow at my lack of obedience.
“Roxy,” Mitch teases.
I lift my hands over my head, wiggling my fingers, and without so much as a glance at each other, they lunge at me. In complete synchrony, as if it were a rehearsed choreography, they start tearing the clothes from my body.
