Unruffled, he flicked an offending piece of lint off his faded jeans. “Kneel.”
The iciness in his command clogged a whimper in my throat. I writhed in the restraints, yanking on the ropes and losing my mind when they wouldn’t give.
Zion lowered to the floor, his stomach expanding and shrinking with uneven breaths. He raised my foot to place a feather-light kiss on my ankle, and the glide of the barely-there lips confused my nerves, sending them into overdrive as they burst, soaking my non-existent panties.
“Sit her on your shoulders.” Unfastening his belt, Gedeon slid the leather through the buckle.
My backside twinged from the memory of how that same instrument had rained fire on my ass and pussy. And how afterward, he’d pounded into me while I choked on Zion’s length.
“Wha— What?” I sputtered as Zion seized my legs and hoisted me up, as instructed.
His knees had to be killing him with my weight pressing them into the floor.
“No, we can’t— This is— Why—” Thrashing, I sought to wriggle off, but his hold grew brutal, bruising me to the bones, and my heels kicking his back surely did the same to him.
Zion’s exhales chilled the juices gushing out of me, and I squirmed, contracting around nothing. After Gedeon toying with my sanity and nagging me to admit I was partly at fault for not keeping Zion in check and allowing him to wreak havoc on Gedeon’s things, I was ready to beg someone to fuck me.
Both of them. At the same time.
Because in those moments when their sweaty bodies ground against me, when they filled me so well, I could only hold on and take, when their grunts dripped into my ears, lacing my brain with their poison, the world would vanish. The time would stand still.
The carnality of it, the inability to flee, it always made me feel like we were three live wires rubbing each other raw, all about to short-circuit andburn.
“You said you wanted to taste her, Zion. So that’s what you will do—bury your head between her thighs.” Gedeon unhooked the brass button on his jeans. “You will make her come for each transgression.”
My blood chilled. “No.” The whisper floated out of me.
“This is just the beginning, Kali.” He unzipped his jeans, the sound of teeth separating like a warning in itself. “I’m going to push your limits, one by one.” Tugging the rough denim away from his crotch, Gedeon smiled in such a foreboding manner, Zion groaned. “To start, you will both punish each other. I believe you stole six shirts of mine and then gave me this.” He pulled on the neckline of his t-shirt. “That’s seven in total.”
Gedeon leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, a rogue dark wave tickling his forehead. “Zion, I do not care if she begs you to stop. If you do, you will start anew. Again. And again. Until you make her come seven times in a row without a break.” His gaze flicked to me, and if looks could disintegrate you, dead skin cells would float where I was situated. “And you will count. Out loud. If you stop, Zion will restart his task.”
That…was actually going to kill me. “But?—”
“The time to plead for my forgiveness has passed,” he cut me off, his sternness leashing my protests like the ropes around my wrists. “So be a good girl and take your sentence.”
“Zion…” I murmured, blinking away my tears.
Clutching my ass, he kissed my inner thigh, the bloom of warmth there and gone in the next second. “Remember to count.” He pounced on me, hauling me higher, and the flat of his tongue drifted from my entrance to my clit, heightening my fear.
I was certain he wouldn’t fail Gedeon. He would rather torment me until I passed out, until his muscles tore, than disappoint the man he’d desired for so long.
A cry left me at how Zion’s tongue pierced my opening, gluing to the inner wall and unhurriedly gliding out, ripping a violent tremor out of me.
Taking his time, he explored my every dip and swell, locating which valleys caused me to spasm and which hills yanked the moans out of me. Time distorted as he discovered methods todraw out the torture, to bring me to the edge but not throw me over it, to turn me into a blubbering mess about to?—
He latched on to my clit, sucking on it unrelentingly, and…And—An?—
The depths claimed me, suffocating me in pleasure swarming through my body, curling my toes and locking my thighs around Zion’s head. My diaphragm ceased pumping air inside my lungs. Only the ropes and Zion held me up as I spasmed and sailed the tides of ecstasy.
Gradually, his caresses eased, and I returned to the house.
Zion found my clit once more, but didn’t move, the blue of his eyes taking on that shade of the sea in the evening.
Then it hit me.
“One,” I quietly said, surprised my voice hadn’t cracked.
The frost in Gedeon’s smirk froze the sweat on my forehead, and I gulped, the dread of what was to come shrouding me in its embrace.
