Their Ballerina

by Darcy Rose

  I kick out my free leg just for it to be caught by Kane. Now they’re both tugging on me until I’m flat on my back and sprawled out in front of them.

  Wicked smiles spread out across their identical faces, making my insides churn to the point of thinking I’m about to throw up.

  God. What are they going to do to me?

  The answer to that question becomes clear when Cash leans down and starts undoing my jeans. Kane takes over, holding me down while his brother takes off my shoes, then my pants and panties in one swoop.

  I don’t even fight them anymore. There is no point. All it would do is make them angrier with me. My shirt and bra are next, leaving me completely bare in front of them.

  To make matters even worse, Kane grabs some handcuffs from the drawer and fastens my wrists above me to the headboard.

  “There you go.” Cash grins. “Now that we have you exactly where and how we want you, it’s time to answer some questions.

  I stare at them in confusion. Questions? My gaze ping pongs between them, and my confusion only grows when Kane pulls off his shirt, exposing his well-defined upper body.

  “Who sent you?”

  “What? No one sent me—”

  “Don’t lie,” Cash growls, and the tone of his voice has me shutting up. I press my lips into a thin line and watch as he grabs onto my ankle again, pushing my leg to one side to expose my center.

  “What were you supposed to do? What information are you here for?” Kane asks, and he might as well be speaking gibberish. I have no idea what they are talking about. Why would they think I’m here for information?

  “I guess we have to fuck the answers out of you,” Cash sneers, spreading my legs apart further. His intention was probably to scare me with his words, but they have the opposite effect on me. This whole time I was thinking they were going to hurt, torture, maybe even kill me.

  Hearing that they still want to have sex with me is somewhat reassuring. Logically, I know this shouldn’t calm me down, but when I see the desire pooling in both of their eyes, my fear simmers down.

  I can handle them wanting me. I just can’t handle them wanting to hurt me.

  “I think she might like the idea a little too much.” Kane moves close like a wild animal who is about to go in for the kill. I feel exposed like a helpless animal in a trap. “Do you like the idea of us fucking you, Payton? If that’s even your real name.”

  My real name…

  His little comment is the first thing that actually makes sense. They must have figured out I changed my name, or maybe they just think I gave them a fake one. I could simply clear this up right now. Tell them why I took my grandma’s name when I turned eighteen. I could end this. Explain myself, but the thing is… I don’t want to.

  I want to see how far they will go. I want them unhinged. I want them to take me.

  “Only one way to find out,” Cash says just before taking his shirt off as well. Just like everything, they are almost identical. Their upper bodies are lean but muscular. If my hands weren’t tied above my head, I would run them over their chests.

  My cheeks heat, and I lower my gaze to their hands, which are busy undoing their pants. Only then do I realize that both of them are hard. Their cocks spring free as they pull down their pants, neither wearing underwear beneath.

  Cash moves to my side, his heavy rod swinging between his legs as his hand travels between my thighs. I flinch out of reflex when his fingers find my center, but when he runs his fingers through my wet folds, all my thoughts float away like little clouds in the sky. I can’t bring myself to look at him, but I’m sure he has a grin plastered on his face.

  “Last chance to tell us who you really are,” Kane warns as he climbs between my legs. I gulp, taking in how big and hard his cock is. Is this going to fit? Should I tell him that I’ve never done this before?

  “I’m not joking. I’ll fuck the answers out of you. We’ll take turns fucking your cunt until your throat is sore from screaming.” My sex clenches, and a tingling feeling forms in my spine. Why am I turned on by this? Shouldn’t I be scared?

  “Don’t forget the ass,” Cash chimes in. “We’ll make good use of that too.”

  I don’t even have time to worry about his threat because my mind is too consumed with Kane positioning himself at my entrance. His body lowers onto mine, his muscled form blanketing my soft curves until our chests are pressed against each other.

  My heart is slamming against my ribcage so furiously, I’m sure he can feel it too.

  “Tell me who sent you,” he grits through his clenched teeth while running the tip of his cock against my wet folds. His eyes bore into mine. His pupils are so dilated, I can’t even make out the color around them.

  Time seems to stand still. I know this is a pivotal moment. I can choose to stop it here, explain myself, and walk out of this room with my virginity intact. Or I can let this go further, push them to the edge, and let them use my body. I hold the power in my hands, and without thinking about it too much, I make the decision…

  “Tell me,” Kane demands one last time.

  I shake my head.

  With a growl, he buries his face in the crook of my neck and slams into me so hard, I move up the mattress an inch. I regret not telling him I’m a virgin instantly. The pain is so intense it knocks the air out of me, and stars dance in front of my vision. I feel like I’m being ripped in two, torn apart from the inside out.

  “Fuck,” he growls into my neck.

  All I can do is lie there and take it as he slowly starts thrusting in and out of me. “How are you so tight? I can barely move.”

  I want to tell him that I’m a virgin, well, that I was, but all that comes out is a strangled whimper. Squeezing my eyes shut, I will myself to relax, but I can’t get my rigid muscles to loosen up. Without meaning to, I pull on the restraints, and the cuffs dig into my skin.

  “Kane…” I hear Cash call for his brother, reminding me that he is also here.

  Prying my eyes open, I turn my head to the side so I can look at him, and for the first time tonight, I see something besides anger and lust in his gaze… I see… concern.

  Cash’s jaw is set into a tight line, his eyebrows are drawn together, and his hands are twitching like he is not sure what to do.

  Kane lifts himself up enough to look at both of us, and I notice an identical look of concern that’s etched into his features.

  “Are you a virgin?” he asks, but his eyes suddenly go wide as if he already knows the answer. I nod my head, not trusting myself to get a single word out.

  “Jesus. Why didn’t you tell me? Fuck… don’t answer that.” Kane shakes his head. “Christ, I should stop, but you feel so good, I don’t think I can.”

  He slows down, his strokes become lazy and shallow. Cash grabs my wrists, holding them so I can’t tug on the cuffs.

  “Stop pulling your hands down, or you’re going to hurt yourself.”

  I want to tell him that I’m already hurting, but when I open my mouth, the only thing that comes out is a moan. Kane grinds himself against me, slapping against my clit with each thrust and hitting a spot deep inside me that has my toes curling.

  Kane’s chest rises and falls, sweat beads against his forehead, and he seems almost pained. But when he speaks, pain is the last thing I think he’s feeling.

  “That’s it, let me hear you. I want to hear how much you crave us, how much you like my cock in your tight little hole.”

  “Oh.” I tip my head back and sink deeper into the pleasure that’s mounting. Each stroke drives me further and further into oblivion.

  He fucks me just like this for a while, pushing me closer to the edge. Until there is no edge, there’s nothing but a lightness that encompasses me. My whole body tightens, and my back bows, arching off the bed as potent pleasure zings through me. Holding me tightly to his chest, Kane grunts into my ear, picking up his pace while continuing to fuck me through my orgasm.

  The last tremors of my release
are still running rampant when Kane shudders against my body, and I feel his hot release as he comes deep inside of me.

  For a moment, he remains lying on top of me, both of us breathing heavy. I feel like my bones have turned to jelly. My body almost weightless with post-orgasmic bliss.

  Reality only comes crashing back down when Kane peels his sweaty body off mine, and I can see the look of regret in his eyes. His semi-hard cock slips out of my pussy, making me wince.

  To make it even worse, he turns away from me as if he can’t bear looking at me right now, and I don’t understand why. Does he hate me? Was it bad? I felt him come inside me. All I know is that I don’t want him to leave. I want him to stay with me, hold me, and kiss me. Instead, he walks into the bathroom, leaving me cold and confused.

  “Are you ready to talk now?” Cash moves into my line of vision.

  My gaze catches on his hand, which is stroking his already hard cock.

  Am I ready?

  What if I tell him the truth? Will he still fuck me? He might, but it won’t be the same. He wouldn’t be unhinged like he is now, and I want to share with Cash what I just shared with his brother. I can tell them the truth after, if there’s a chance. If they still want me after all the pieces have fallen.

  “No,” I croak, barely recognizing my own voice.

  He grins, and I shiver against the sheets. “I guess it’s my turn then.”

  10

  Cash

  Uncertainty worms its way through my body when I see the smear of blood at the apex of her thighs. How is she a fucking virgin? Did she lie about her age too? She might be a great actress, but she can’t fake that.

  I entertain the thought of untying her and figuring out another way to get her to talk, but when I look into her face and see excitement twinkle in her eyes, my dick roars back to life. Virgin or not, she is enjoying this, maybe a little too much.

  “Next time you want to get tied up and fucked, you can just tell us. You don’t have to play these games,” I tell her while getting on my knees between her legs. My brother’s cum is dripping out of her as I slide my arms under her thighs and lift her up a few inches. I drape her legs over mine, and she gasps at the movement.

  I line myself up with her dripping pussy. I’ve shared women in bed with Kane before, but it’s never been such a fucking turn on before.

  With one deep thrust, I enter her and bury myself inside until my balls touch her ass. Her moans, and my grunts tangle up and echo off the wall. The sweet sound is fueling my lust like oil to a flame.

  Holding onto her hips, I thrust up and pull her back at the same time, driving my cock so deep I can feel the back of her channel. Payton’s head is tipped back, and a strangled cry falls from her lips, and my useless conscience almost makes me stop.

  I thought I hurt her, but when I feel her pussy grabbing onto my cock, and her thighs quiver around my hold, I know she is about to come again.

  Against every fiber in my body, I pull out of her. I miss the warmth and tightness of her, but I still need to get her to talk.

  She looks up at me, confused. With her hair messy, her cheeks red, and her eyes hooded, she looks like a fucking sex goddess, and again, I have to remind myself what we are here for.

  “You are enjoying this too much. It’s time to kick this up a notch.”

  Her confusion turns back to fear as I tighten my grip on her hips and flip her over, so she lies on her stomach. Her arms are twisted above her head, the cuffs digging into her delicate skin.

  “What are…” is the only thing I catch her murmur into the pillow.

  Spreading her ass cheeks apart, I zone in on the puckered hole. Gathering some saliva in my mouth, I spit on it. My dick is already lubed up pretty well, but I’m not small, so I might as well make certain I don’t rip her.

  “I’m gonna fuck your ass. You better stay relaxed if you want it to hurt less.”

  “What? No! Not there!” She objects and starts to flail like a fish out of water.

  Placing my hand between her shoulder blades, I pin her down and hold her still. With my free hand, I guide my cock to her ass. I don’t particularly want to hurt her, but I need to get the information out of her somehow, and this is the best way I can think of, and the most fun as well, for me, at least.

  The tip of my dick slides into her tight hole, and I nearly come undone. The ring of muscle grabs onto me so tightly it almost hurts.

  “Wait! I will tell you!” Payton screams into the pillow. “I’ll tell you, just stop!”

  Disappointment and relief hit me at once. I pull away and loosen the hold I have on her.

  “Talk,” I order gruffly, just as Kane walks back into the room.

  “I changed my name when I turned eighteen because of my mother. I didn’t want her to find me. That’s all. I swear, no one sent me!”

  “Why didn’t you call the cops when you were in trouble? Why call us?”

  “I don’t trust the cops. My mom robbed a convenience store when I was sixteen and made me drive the car. I didn’t know, but when we got caught, the police didn’t believe me, neither did the judge. That’s why I didn’t call the cops. I was scared they wouldn’t believe me and lock me up.”

  “Prove it,” I grit out. I want to believe her, but I have to be sure.

  “You can Google it… Mother and daughter arrested after robbing Corner Market on Marley Street. It was four years ago. It was in the paper. There is a mugshot of me.”

  I glance over to Kane, who is already grabbing his phone and typing something. A moment later, he looks over and nods. “It checks out.” He turns the phone and holds it up to where I can see it. Payton’s younger, tear-stained face lights up the screen, and I have the urge to hunt the cops down who made her cry.

  Flipping Payton back over, I take in her face. She still looks sexy as hell, but there is more now, almost as if she is ashamed of what happened, and I can’t pinpoint what it is about—her past or what is happening now.

  “Kane, grab the cuff keys so we can untie her—”

  “No! Wait… I want you to finish,” Payton announces, biting her bottom lip innocently.

  “You little minx. You knew exactly what you were doing. Maybe I’ll fuck your ass after all as a punishment for not telling us the truth sooner.”

  “No, I’m not ready for that…”

  “All right, another time then.” I grin suggestively.

  For now, I use my thumb, circling her swollen clit until she sighs and spreads her legs further. I can smell her heat mixed with my brother’s cum, and the combination has me close to losing control. I could take my cock in my fist, and it wouldn’t be more than a few strokes before I’d come across her stomach and tits.

  Instead, I plunge into her dripping hole again. She whimpers, rolling her hips in circles so every inch of her tight channel hits every inch of me. For somebody new to this, she’s catching on quick. Letting her body take the reins and tell her what it needs.

  “Dirty girl,” I growl, still teasing her clit, slowly fucking her. It’s beyond anything I’ve ever seen before. Watching this perfect, beautiful thing open up under me. Watching her body wake up, feeling it from the inside. The way her muscles quiver and twitch and make room for me as I stretch her like she’s never been stretched before.

  She turns her face away like she’s embarrassed when really, it was a compliment. “Look at me.” There’s no room for protest when I command a woman like that, and she’s no different. Her eyes meet mine, and the light in them does something to me. It touches a part of me I didn’t know existed. All I can do is slide in and out in slow, controlled strokes while the friction of my thumb on her bundle of nerves makes her tighten around me until it almost hurts.

  “That’s right.” I stroke faster, letting myself get closer as she reaches the end. “Come on my cock, baby. Show me how much you love being used like a fucking slut.”

  She tenses, back arching and eyes squeezing shut before letting out an ear-piercing scream. The l
ast thing I see before closing my eyes and shooting cum deep inside her is the flush that comes over her skin just before she starts milking me dry. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life, and by the time I’m finished, I want to collapse and sleep for a year.

  Instead, Kane frees Payton, and I go to the bathroom for washcloths and towels. When I come back, my brother and I clean her up—gently, tenderly, keeping in mind how sore she has to be after taking the two of us. Her first time, and she ended up getting fucked by two men with, if I do say so myself, huge cocks.

  “I’m sorry.” Kane doesn’t use those words lightly or often.

  “So am I,” I agree as I wipe away the blood on the insides of her thighs. She tenses a little, but I shush her, wiping even more gently than before until she’s clean. “We didn’t know. We had to assume the worst.”

  “You believe me now?” She chews her lip, looking back and forth between us. “For real?”

  “If we didn’t, this would’ve ended a lot differently.” She flinches, and I know it’s not because of anything we’re doing to her body.

  It makes me feel around two inches tall, to be honest. I’d never admit it out loud, not even to Kane, but it’s the truth. We hurt her and would’ve done worse than hurt her if she hadn’t given us the answers we wanted. If she had held out and refused to admit the truth, which I guess she’s ashamed of but is much, much less than what either of us expected.

  “And you don’t think there’s something wrong with me? Now that you know why I have to use this name?”

  Kane bursts out laughing. “Are you serious? It makes you cooler.”

  “Think about who you’re talking to.” She giggles when I say it, and I have to laugh, too. Accomplice to a robbery. Kid stuff.

  The laughter doesn’t make me feel much better, though. I hate myself for how close we came to wrecking her forever. She’s just as innocent as we first thought. Not everybody has two sides to them. Not everybody’s out to get us.

  Some people really do need help, and that’s it.