by Bree Rivers
Kane reached a hand from behind her and covered her breast, running his thumb over her nipple. “I was terrified you’d never be able to respond to us again, sweeting. You sure you want this?”
Arching into his caress, her head fell back against his shoulder as fire licked at her nipples. “More than I want my next breath.”
“You lose your breath, Precious.” Davis lifted her head to his gaze. “You can have mine.” His lips fused to hers, and her hands clutched at his upper arms as his passion swept her away. Sure enough, he stole her breath with the continued duel of his tongue and replaced it with his own.
While Davis was taking her lips into a sensual fugue, as his tongue started to imitate what she was sure their bodies would do soon, Kane began to undress her. He brushed at the worn buttons on her old blue shirt brushing over the skin he revealed with the back of his hands. “My cock has been rock hard since we found you. I’ve barely been able to keep my mind straight from wanting you like this again. Hungry. Wanting.”
She turned her head so she could see him, wrenching her head from Davis, whose fingers moved to her jeans. Kane’s eyes glittered like a gem, a hungry beacon she would have followed to the ends of the earth. Desire turned into bubbles, floating within her and transforming her knees into liquid. “Not yet, Precious,” Davis ordered. He steadied her with his burning hands on her hips. Kane knelt and removed her jeans and underwear casting both to the side. Davis’ hands were on her pussy, running through her folds and circling her pulsing clit.
“Beat me to it,” Kane said
“Guess you’ll have to find somewhere else,” Davis winked.
Kane smiled into Violet’s widening eyes as his palms cupped her breasts. “They’re still so full. You’ve lost so much weight, I was worried you’d give up all your gorgeous curves.”
She scowled. “Would you not want me if I did?”
He shook his head as Davis chuckled. “We’ll want you six months after we’ve all died. Hopefully in bed during a threesome of epic proportions.”
Davis’ hands danced over her skin, fluttering like a sensual butterfly or giving her sharp slaps to her clit. Violet clenched her lips tightly as she tried to hide her panting. Kane’s hands were on her breast, cruel and kind. Davis and his tangoing fingers sending tremors fluttering throughout her skin. “Just so you know, my Precious. I kneel to no man or woman on this earth.” He dropped to his knees, turned her, and his mouth was on her starving clit, suckling hard. Violet’s stomach muscles trembled as Davis’ lips moved over her mound. He used his thumbs to part her folds, and his hot tongue went from her clit to her slit, entering her.
“I didn’t know you were still hungry,” Kane joked.
Davis lifted his head, her juices smeared over his face, his eyes shining with love and concern. “You still with us, Precious?”
“More. Please, no teasing for once.”
Kane moved closer to her and took her mouth in a punishing kiss. She knew he was thinking about spanking her, but she was sure no one thought she was ready for that kind of episode right now. When Davis went in for more feasting on her tender flesh, Kane jerked his head away. “Enough, Davis. No fucking way she’s coming without one of us balls deep.”
“No argument from me, friend.”
Violet was helpless, but with two men she knew would prefer to kill themselves than cause her unwanted pain, she felt safe. Kane and Davis had to move her body toward the bed. She trembled like a leaf, nervous they would crush her. Davis was the one who sat down though. “Come here, my Precious.” Her brow furrowed, then both he and Kane guided her knees to either side of Davis’ legs. When she tried to lift up to put him inside her, she groaned when she realized she was too small to reach.
“I’ve got you, sweeting.” Kane’s palms felt like they were on fire, but he lifted her the last few inches so that Davis could seat the tip of his cock within her. “Take it easy with her D, I’ll get the lube.”
“Easy?” Violet tried to force herself down on his cock, but Davis made her freeze as he groaned. “I don’t want fucking easy.”
“You’ll get what we feel you can handle,” Kane smacked her ass.
She groaned. “I’ll be good, but please Davis, I’m burning alive.”
“Not even close, my Precious.” With his hands controlling her movement, Davis let her slowly slide down his cock as her body blossomed with welcome. When she was all the way down, her head snuggled into his neck as her mouth tried to get enough oxygen again. Her panting would have been embarrassing if Davis wasn’t breathing just as hard as she was. When she felt an ice cold liquid squirt down her crack, she squawked. Davis chuckled. “Just making sure you’re ready, love.”
“Maybe we should discuss the butt stuff,” she whimpered.
“That didn’t work last time with me, either, sweeting.” Kane’s fingers speared into her hair and wrenched her head up so he could look in her eyes. “Do you want to use your safe word?”
“No,” she shook her head. “I’ve never been safer in my life than with you two.”
Davis groaned, wrapped his arms around her, and guided them both down so he was laying on the green cover of the bedspread, his cock pulsing within her and she was on top staring down into his face. “Crap, Kane. She’s so fucking wet, and hot, and squeezing me tighter than a vice grip, I swear I’m going to blow my load before you finish with the lube.”
“Control, Davis. This is important.”
Kane kept working the lotion inside of her, her sphincter almost welcoming his constant pressure. She had three of his fingers inside of her, and he was working them making her entire body lose control. Flutters under her skin. Liquid pouring from her pussy to coat Davis’s thighs. Small gasps of need coming out of her mouth as her head started to throb in time with her abandoned needy clit. She tried clamping down on the hot steel within her hoping to give herself the release she desperately needed.
“Crap Kane, get the fuck inside of her before she comes and snaps me in two in the process.”
“You two are doing some serious overestimating of the power of my pussy.”
“Not at all,” Davis brushed a kiss against her shoulder.
“Hold onto her,” Kane ordered. The next sensation she had was of more fingers, no wait, a butt plug ... or was it? Yes! Violet threw her head back with a scream when Kane breached her ass and slid his cock inside of her.
"I thought we were going to talk about this," she snarled.
Kane smacked her ass, as Davis wrenched her mouth to his. He didn't kiss her, he possessed it. His tongue and breath making her dizzy. When he released her lips, it was only to let her take several hungry breaths. They started to move when she made no complaint. Counter thrusting against each other so as Kane rolled out of her ass, Davis slid his cock in. Her body went haywire as it felt like her brain exploded trying to track them. She was so full. Continually being entered or exited by the two most glorious long thick cocks ... her orgasm hit her like a tsunami, and she felt like her voice must have burst their eardrums.
They kept moving through. One orgasm rolled into another and Violet couldn't count them. It was as if she'd been splintered apart into these two men and this moment would last a lifetime of just her screaming as they moved. Kane was the one who broke first, his semen jet fuel hot as it bathed her insides. Davis joined in, and she was left with a series of slight aftershocks as they finished.
When Kane collapsed, the two of them worked together to turn to the side, so she was sandwiched between them rather than crushed.
Neither of them was awake, and Violet smiled to herself as she slid into oblivion. Even in their stupor, they remembered. She drifted off the sleep warmed from their body heat and connected not just by proximity but by the hands that braided their fingers together.
Chapter 17 – Before
The next morning, Vanity smiled when she saw that Kane had moved her to the bed during the night, and cleaned her up—thoroughly. He’d even taken out the plug, and
left it drying on a towel in the bathroom; along with a note reminding her to use plenty of lube when she got back in the afternoon.
She floated through most of her day. Her father’s anxious looks sailed straight over her head as she weeded around the statue of Athena in the rose garden. Her father always said that it reminded him of her mother, so she spent extra care there.
“Vanity?”
Turning, she was surprised to see one of the Senator’s guards hailing her from the mansion’s path. “Yes?”
“Mister Kane asked you to come to see him in the Senator’s library.”
The man turned and walked away. Vanity wiped off her gloved hands with unease. Kane knew Maria told her to never go inside the house. Maria said the real monsters were inside it. Reminding herself she’s a grown woman and the man she’s having a blazing affair with was waiting for her inside, she followed.
Entering the Senator’s favorite room from the terrace door, Vanity froze when she saw the Senator waiting for her. He rose from behind his desk and gave her a smile that made her blood run cold. Daddy always said to make sure to be polite, that the Senator was giving them a place to live. He kept talking about some grand plan he had, and how the Senator was going to let them live on easy street.
“I thought you’d come if you were told Kane was waiting. What a ... good girl, you are Vanity. Still fat though.”
“Senator ... why did you want to see me?”
His eyes narrowed as he neared her. “You never come into the house. Why is that exactly? I love having pretty little girls around.”
Vanity caught one of the maid’s eyes through the door, and let out her breath when the girl went running away. Get Maria, she prayed. Please, please, please get Maria.
“Nothing to say?”
“I was always told monsters—”
The Senator’s hand shot out as fast as a summer lightning storm and struck her in the face. The force of the blow made her whirl around and hit the piano, getting the air knocked out of her. As she tried to gather her mind, and find the oxygen her lungs were missing, he was on top of her. His hand clawed at her pussy, and her underwear was ripped off her leaving a rope burn from the g-string. “Let’s just see how well my son’s teaching has done.”
Just as quickly as he was on top of her, hurting and violating her ... he was gone. His weight lifted, Vanity collapsed to the floor trying to catch her breath again. When she looked up, she realized Kane had arrived. He was perched on top of his father, his fists coming down over and over and over again, striking his father in the face.
“Mister Kane,” Maria yelled from the doorway.
“Kane,” Vanity’s father, tackled Kane off of the Senator. Maria rushed to his side and started to mop up the blood. “Call his doctor,” he told Maria. “The Senator has had an episode and will need to be tended.”
“Send him to hell for all I care,” Kane bucked in her father’s hold.
“He goes to Switzerland like always, Kane. Now,” her father shook him. “Do you want to fight me or will you tend my daughter?”
“Crap,” Kane relaxed in her dad’s hold, and he slowly withdrew the restraint. He flew across the room and gathered her in his arms. She let her head fall on his shoulder as his hand ran over her back. “Breathe, baby. Just breathe. Fuck, I could kill the bastard with my bare hands.”
“Get her out of here,” her father warned Kane.
Maria nodded. “We’ll handle your father.”
Her father stood up, picked up a massive iron bowl from the shelf, and dropped it on the Senator's hand. She closed her eyes to shut out the sight of her gentle dad being violent with an unconscious man.
Kane carried her back to her apartment over the garage. He set her on the old couch in the living room, covering her with the crocheted throw from the back. Vanity found breathing more natural now, and she even tried to smile at him. He went to her bar in the side cabinet and poured her a double shot of whiskey. Holding it to her mouth, she turned her head away from the pungent odor of the liquor. “It’s for the shock, sweeting. Please drink.”
“I’m fine,” she said. Vanity silently prayed she was. There was no way in hell she’d ever let the demonic Senator take a moment she got to spend with Kane. He’d leave in the fall. He always did. She wouldn’t let him—
“Drink it, Vanity. That’s an order.”
He pressed the glass to her lips and tilted her head back, but she kept her mouth tightly sealed. “Why do you always make me punish you?” he chuckled. Taking a large sip of the drink, he turned Vanity’s head back and covered her lips with his. The whiskey was released into her mouth in small doses, warmed from his mouth. She could no sooner refuse his taste than she could anything about this man.
“That doesn’t feel like a punishment.”
“Good.” He kept going, feeding her the alcohol from his lips until it was gone. When she was done, he gave her a kiss, one that was meant to brand the moment in her mind. Whatever horror she just suffered, was wiped away under the heat and the intimacy of him feeding her the drink. Rising, he went to the bar and poured another glass, this time slamming it back down his own throat.
When he went to pour another, Vanity held both of her hands up. “You keep feeding me whiskey I’m going to vomit on you.”
He looked at her, honestly looked at her, and sighed. “We wouldn’t want that to happen.” Going into the kitchen, she heard him rustling around. When he returned, he had a bag of frozen peas in his hands. Sitting next to her, he pulled her flush with his body, when that didn’t seem good enough he placed her legs into his lap. Holding the frozen bag, he put it against the side of her cheek wincing. “He got you pretty good, huh? Senator always had a mean right hook.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I broke his hand, he won’t be hurting my daughter anytime soon.”
“Good,” Kane got up and let Vanity hold her own ice pack. “Leave. Get out of here. I’ll get you as much money as I can right now, and give you my credit card. Get her out of his control, and I’ll find a way to support—”
“Kane,” Vanity’s father, folded his arms over his chest. “What makes you think I would even consider such a thing?”
“Your daughter’s safety!”
“Vanity and I will stay here for one more month. Your father will be off in Switzerland for that time getting over his recent ‘episode’ so she’ll be completely safe. Do you really want to not see her again?”
“No, I’ll join you as soon as I can.”
“For how long, Kane? Vanity has a future she’s planned for herself. In the fall, she’s going to design school in New York. I’ve gotten a place not far from there so she can visit when she wants. Until then, we’ll just keep Vanity away from your father.”
“This is not a good idea. He’s always found a way to ruin what I—”
“What you... ?” Her father’s eyebrows were so high Vanity was surprised they didn’t slide into the back of his neck.
“Sorry. I just need to know Van’s okay.”
“Enough, you guys. I’ll be fine. Can we please just go back to our plans?”
Kane shook his head as he rejoined her on the couch. “You don’t understand. My father can be absolutely ruthless when he thinks he deserves something. Very little gets between him and what he wants.”
“We are not little,” her father said with the intense quiet dignity of a man who worked hard his entire life.
“So the Senator keeps reminding me every chance he gets,” she drawled and then winced when Kane repositioned the ice pack against her cheek. Kane shook his head, while her father just looked confused. “Maybe we can just stay here tonight,” she whispered to Kane. “If you don’t mind?”
He glanced at her dad and could see the older man’s concerned glimpses as he looked over at her. “Pizza and a movie sound like a nice change.”
Vanity tried to repress her smile. A night with Kane and her Dad, plus pizza? This was better than Christmas. If sh
e had her way, even with the bruise on her face, she’d stay right here in this moment for the rest of her life.
Chapter 18 - After
Everything hurt. Violet knew that before she even opened her eyes. It made her long for sleep again, but something was wrong. This resting didn’t feel natural, it was cloudy as if someone had wrapped her in cotton wool. Her lids popped open, and she turned her head slowly, not sure what would happen. She tried to bring one hand to her forehead when she heard a strange clanking noise. She couldn’t move. Violet jerked her arm to get it free, but it didn’t work. Her arms. Her legs. They were all pinned down tight. She started to grunt, desperate, terrified.
Why was she locked up again? Wait, again? What did she mean again?
“Easy, Vanity. You’ll damage yourself.”
Her gaze flew up to anchor on the one visage she wanted to see the least. Senator Edward Long. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
The Senator ran the back of his hand over the curve of her cheek as he slowly licked his lips. “I said you’ll damage yourself again if you’re not careful. Now, you know I don’t like imperfections. We just got you to an appropriate size. I would hate to have to punish you because you caused more problems.”
“Senator ... what am I doing here?”
"It took them forever to find you. When they told me you were with ... well, the cleaning crew were the perfect cover to sneak onto the hunting preserve and fetch you to me."
A man in a lab-coat so white it made her eyes sting to look at, came over and checked the IV attached to her arm. He shot some kind of amber fluid into the bag before murmuring, “I upped the dosage.”
“Good. Good.” Another slow caress of her cheek and Violet’s stomach cramped.
“Senator, please. Why am I here? Why am I in chains?” Her gaze took in the stone walls and the bars that marked the confines of a cave. “Why am I locked up? Where’s Kane and Davis?”