by Dark Angel
He reaches down behind my back and undoes the restraints, rubbing my wrists and ankles where I have little lines from being bound. "You did very well, Sarah." His praise in this moment, after everything, is somehow just as good as an orgasm. And that orgasm was so incredible. He makes me feel in ways that I don't know how they are possible; he's certainly a sorcerer, the way he conjures demonic depths of pleasure that contort not just my face, but my soul. Damien, and Sir, have twisted me up in a way I don't understand, but I'm not sure that I want or need to understand. He's too complex for me to fully grasp. Particularly when I don't understand his intentions, or the full extent of his desires. I'm exhausted and exhilarated.
The only way I parse my understanding, how I translate and explain my own feelings for Damien are to see him as the two men he is; Damien is both Damien and Sir. I think he is just as lost as I am. When I feel the need color the air, I feel the heat strong as any summer’s humidity and know I’m right.
If I'm two people when I am with Damien, then so is he. Somehow, while it should horrify me or just leave me numb, this idea makes me sad.
Damien
I feel like some kind of bitch. I have a hot, virginal girl that’s living in my house. She belongs to me. I own her. I want to fuck her.
And here I am, locked in my study, trying not to think about what her pussy tastes like. About how much my cock fucking hurts from not finding out how that warm wet hole would feel if it squeezed my cock.
For a moment I’m a goddamn teenage boy trapped in the study of a man, my cock in my hand while I furiously jerk it. I’m dishonoring my wingback chair to be jerking off in here while a hot, eager, willing, sexy girl awaits me.
Fuck, I know that I shouldn’t fuck her because of the situation with her father. I know that I should probably sell her on the Virgin Market. I know that she can probably do very goddamn well for me and help recover quite a bit of what was lost to me…
But those are all the logical, coherent thoughts I should be having. I’m not fucking logical right now. I’m a goddamn caveman fisting my cock and leaning back against the leather of that once dignified wingback chair telling myself that I should cum on her if not in her. The past few times I have touched her were goddamn electric with the frenetic lust between us. Our chemistry is off any fucking charts. How Sarah can stay so strong, after everything she’s been through and is going through, and those dark desires within her keep blossoming…fuck if I know. I’m a fucking bastard and Sarah so clearly wants to fuck me. She’s afraid of me.
But that doesn’t keep her from being the girl who got so fucking soaking wet from sitting on my lap that she got my suit trousers wet. God, I have to fist my cock at that. It's painful to think about not just what touching her felt like, or what stopping touching her before I went too far felt like. It's so damn painful thinking about all those times like now where I’m dying to touch her and the energy of all that lust has nowhere to go.
Sarah could be masturbating right now. The idea of her fingers in her wet little pussy makes me jam my cock back into my pants. I'm not jerking off. I can’t fucking stand the idea of doing anything but marching to her goddamn room and slamming my cock into her until she screams.
Sarah doesn’t have permission to speak, you see. If she did, then I’d have to focus even more on her sweet pink lips and how I want to fuck her mouth hard before I fuck her pussy. That’s not the goal here, despite what my body seems to think. So here I am, a grown man hiding in my study and I’m not jerking off. I’m not going to sit in here and go mad, either.
I know what to do. I will text the only person privy to this whole situation. The only person I trust to help unravel my tormented mine.
TD, the Trevor Davries that I have shared countless pussy with and the mark for Sarah’s auction bids, should I go through with selling her on the Virgin Market. Trevor knows more about the Virgin Market than me, having been a repeat customer, and I know he’s said that he wants to be a future one as well. Maybe for something more permanent.
There is something really fucking odd in wanting my buddy to buy the girl I want to fuck, right? But it’s not. We’ve shared girls before. After we do, we reaffirm that the girls mean nothing to us.
Trevor and I can share Sarah once and I’ll get her out of my system. Even if my cock screams at me that I need to fuck Sarah every day until our bodies give out, my mind tells me that I need to leave that poor girl alone.
Would that I could.
I’m not that good of a person. I know that.
And so do you.
I text Trevor, and he says he’ll be over in a few.
I try to feel a sense of relief from knowing that I’ll have an actual sane, level-headed person on the way and one that can actually help me out with this situation.
There won’t be any real need to hide my plan and desire to share Sarah. I’ve been giving him peeks. I know he’s enjoyed them. Not just from the affirmative reactions in his texts. I know that her tight little body is too damn perfect to not have his cock jerking to attention in every picture that I send. I know that despite being a man who’s nearly damn greedy in all aspects of his life, he’ll fucking get off on sharing her body with me. Of course, knowing that he’s coming over…part of me wants to forget the money or my reputation and just fucking ruin Sarah with him.
Take her virginity, take her desires, and fuck her so much that we all goddamn blackout afterward and wake up more dehydrated than if we’d been on a desert island. That’s how much cum we should load her up with. Sarah’s got a wet pussy that will weep cum when we fuck her.
If.
If we fuck her.
Damn.
This is a risky move. I need to get some goddamn control over myself before Trevor gets here. I told him I wanted his advice on the asset. He’s level headed almost to a fault. He’ll tell me what I'm supposed to hear.
I hear the door and know that Trevor is here. For a second I wonder if Sarah will leave her room and see Trevor. She won’t know he’s TD, though I know she must be curious. Still, I know that despite the arousal evident in her every breath—no matter how hard she tries to fight it, fuck I so get it because that’s my situation too—I don’t think that Sarah is going to leave her room. In fact, the idea that someone else is here may make her try to hide in the bathroom since I took the door off the hinges. I don’t want her to feel safe. The idea has been to terrify her. I didn’t think she’d be able to be aroused by me if she was terrified.
Fuck, though, I know the truth now is that she’s both.
Goddamn it.
“Trevor, thanks for coming,” I say in my calmest voice that I can muster.
Of course, the ever observant fuck that he is, Trevor’s eyes go wide and he laughs, coming toward me. I lead him back to the study.
Advice.
Don’t turn and take him to Sarah’s room. No matter how good it would be to spear her on our cocks and tug her tight little body between us.
Trevor
I've never seen Damien this fucked up over a girl before.
Come to think of it, I've never seen Damien this fucked up before at all. "Damn, I can't tell if you need to hit the scotch or if you need to stay away."
I saw those texts. I'm still shocked at how strongly I immediately reacted to those pictures. I see tons of pussy, so why does that bubblegum pink pussy still weigh heavy on my mind? I see plenty of pairs of tits, so how come all I care about are the two handfuls he shares with me?
Fuck, we're both hopelessly lost over this little girl. She's too goddamn sweet for words. I exhale and laugh. That's the only thing I can think to do. I pat Damien's back, a little too hard I realize as I'm so distracted. "You know, I don't think there's a better return on investment possible than with that sweet piece of ass," I say. I stop, ready to gauge Damien's reaction.
He's torn. I can tell he's conflicted from how he's breathing raggedly and not responding.
I continue. "Seriously, the buyers on the Virgin Marke
t, they'd pay way fucking more money than you'd ever think possible on one night, but you know she's prime permanent, or permanent stock."
Damien's eyes light up.
Aha. I thought as much.
Damien is a nice fucking guy, I mean, as nice as anyone ruthless and rich as we fuckers are.
"Well," Damien starts. "You have more goddamn money than most everyone we know. As much as those Virgin Market buyers. You said you thought you wanted something permanent." Damien looks into the distance. He's got a faraway look and his volume gets lower, though I'm not sure he realizes it. "That's why I've given you such a heads up about her. Sarah is...special. I thought, only the best for Trevor Davries." Damien lets out a laugh, but he's too fucking distracted. Most people wouldn't hear it, but I completely here the nerves and tension shaking in his voice. It's just a millimeter of quivering in his voice, but my attention to goddamn detail is one of my finest qualities.
He can't let himself have this girl, Sarah. He wants me to buy her. Damien's not wrong. I've wanted to get someone more long term. I have wanted something as young, untouched, and flawless as this creature. Damien's a grown goddamn man and if he wants her, he should keep her. But he isn't. So I don't know what to fucking make of that. If I thought I could just ask Damien, then I would pounce right on this moment and get the words out of him. But this isn't a business deal. At least, this isn't a business deal yet. But Damien is a grown fucking man. If he wants it to be a business deal, well so goddamn be it.
Fuck, this is one of those goddamn moments where I'm supposed to know better than to act on what I see in front of me. I'm supposed to take the fact that I read all this conflict and tension on Damien and urge him to do the right fucking thing.
Well, too goddamn bad.
"You sell her on the Virgin Market for sure. She's worth every penny I will pay for her." I can't tell if now I want to drive in the knife or test the waters, but I know that I'm trying Damien and being my own shithead self right now. "But you know I am going to want more special privileges. You've given me the preview, but next up, I'll want a tasting."
Damien clenches his fist. Based on that faraway look, I'm certain that he has no idea that he's done it. Still, he doesn't say anything. Grown man. Dealing with his own shit. I'm not his goddamn father, certainly not his mother. I'm an opportunist and this is a prime fucking opportunity.
I'm not a total heartless monster. Okay, I am but I like sharing pussy and ass with Damien. "And you know, we always have a good time when we share," I say.
Damien's fist unclenches and he releases a breath, a fast exhale that startles him just a fraction. Shit only I see; shit Damien doesn't realize he's doing because that's how fucking twisted up over her that he is.
I am going to buy Sarah. I already fucking know this. I am glad because I guess some small drop of me knows that while the 'virgin' part of the Virgin Market is a honor system more than anything else, my dark little heart wants to be the one that buys a pussy and ass that have been thoroughly owned already.
Tasted. That's what we're going to do. My cock is rock fucking hard. My big fucking monster doesn't give a damn about the emotions or reading people. The honor of fucking a girl being sold as a virgin.
My cock says? She's being sold to me. She's mine. Sarah is going to get fucked by me—and poor fucking Damien torturing himself with keeping her—and I'm going to buy her.
That little voice I squash down whenever it deigns to return is trying to pipe up and say that shit can most certainly go wrong. I know some of why Damien has Sarah in the first place.
But, my cock and I? We don't give a shit.
I'm a fly headfirst, cock out, with bad decisions kind of fucker. Apologize never, blaze forward, get what I fucking want. This is no fucking different. I am going to own Sarah's naughty ass, her pretty little mouth, her sweet virgin pussy.
"Damien!" I practically shout.
He's finally got his shit together. A man hung up on a pussy feels a lot goddamn clearer headed when he gets to fuck said pussy.
"Good deal man," Damien says. "Let's grab some burgers, I want some greasy shit right now."
"Yeah," I say, nodding. Let's eat burgers now.
Later, I get to touch what Damien keeps showing me. But I'm not just showing up and fucking her in private.
Did I mention that I'm not just an asshole, but a perverted one.
"Let's tease all those assholes who aren't really getting a shot at Sarah. Organize a showing. We'll figure out some details over lunch."
Damien gets a wicked glint in his eye. Strung up and twisted in knots over pussy or not, Damien is still like a damn brother to me. He likes this idea. Good. My cock is already twitching in agreement.
Trevor
“TD is watching,” Damien informs Sarah.
The virgin is nude, and utterly magnificent. She’s splayed against a table and tied up in some fine shibari rope bondage.
Damien is a picture of restraint on the outside, but I know the truth. I know it as sure as I know that he can’t be blamed for that predicament. He’s got the most perfect pussy in front of me, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, at his absolute mercy, and he’s not fucking her. Sure, I told him to keep her a virgin so that she could be shared on the Virgin Market.
But Damien and I both have other things on our minds. I know he wants me to fucking buy her, and fuck this is the kind of sales pitch that sells that really fucking well.
Because if I'm going to buy her, I can fuck her. And Damien knows I like to share with him. This is so different. She could be mine forever. Ours forever. I ball up my fists and think about whether I can stand to share a perfect pussy with Damien. Fuck, I certainly will. Sharing with Damien works because we have the same filthy desires and we don’t judge each other. We aren’t greedy…well we both are, but we’ve always been the brothers the other never had. Kinda fucking sweet, right? I mean what can be sweeter than two guys spreading a hot girl between them and fucking her deep enough to take her breath away?
I'm watching her now and I think, fuck, nothing could be fucking sweeter. Standing behind her and watching is fucking killing me, but I have to play along. I love that Sarah’s pussy is glistening wet and a shiver slides through her body at me—the unknown TD—seeing her be a perfect little slave for Damien. This is a moment to savor. I won’t rush in; I’ll savor this shit much as I can.
What a fucking shame that pussy is supposed to stay virginal. Damien’s losing his goddamn mind, not fucking her. I mean, I’m not supposed to think that. I'm called in to be the voice of reason; I do my best. But I gotta tell you the honest to my fucking cock truth. Sarah is far too fucking sexy and perfect for reputations or money to matter. That pussy needs to be owned. Needs to be fucked so good. If I were the kind of man to cry, I’d be weeping at the travesty of her pussy not getting fucked. There are two men ready to rail her to kingdom come, and yet we're doing this fucking dance around it.
So, yeah, no matter what the smart or stupid move is, the only move is for me to buy Sarah. Damien has already listed her for the Virgin Market, so he can’t buy her even though she is his utter obsession. So that leaves it up to me.
I’m a good goddamn friend, because even though that perfect pussy is dangling in front of me, I’m going to be a good bro and share.
Sarah is fucking turned on knowing I’m watching. I can’t wait to hear her moan when she knows that we’re going to both really, truly fuck that perfect pussy and that tight little bubble butt. Fuck, I could unload in my fucking suit right now without even touching myself. That’s how goddamn hot she looks on this table.
“I’m going to play with your pussy and you’re going to suck my cock. You are not to come,” Damien instructs her.
“Yes Sir,” Sarah answers obediently.
Fuck, that’s hot as hell. Sarah is afraid. Sarah is compliant. Sarah is fucking aroused. That heady goddamn mix on that tight fucking body has me reeling. I want to bust out of his room and bury my cock in her now.<
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But watching her writhe, unable to escape the torment of her pussy getting rubbed, being made to suck cock, and not getting to come? Well, I’ll be a good boy and watch a good girl serve her master.
If I were watching through double-sided glass I would be pressing my nose up against the window like a puppy that wants to be adopted. I’m watching through a camera so high def that I can see the droplets of sweat between Sarah’s perfect breasts, though, so this is much better. Still, I might start panting.
Damien slaps her thighs, both of them at once, maybe twenty five times. Sarah’s face is a beautiful display of torment, the pleasure and pain making her cry out sensual moans that are too fucking sexy and make me curse over here alone. The redness on her thighs is downright delectable.
But the grand goddamn prize is her pussy, swollen and dripping wet. Not fucking her is the hardest goddamn thing in the world, and I’m in another room. Damien may be twisted up in knots but that’s because he’s exercising an iron will.
We’ll be relieving Sarah of her virginity soon and then Damien’s iron will can be used to ram his rod up into her pussy. Right now, he’s got his cock out and he’s walking toward Sarah’s mouth.
Her fucking open mouth, and her pink, wet tongue visible and waiting. A sweet little virgin with no experience, but an eager slave ready to please, all the same. Goddamn she is perfect in every fucking way. A lesser man would get on his knees and beg to fuck her.