by Raven Dark
“That’s it. Open those sweet lips and let your tongue do the work.”
I obeyed, turning my head to the side, dropping my jaw and lapping at the whole head. Steel gave a deep moan when my tongue brushed the rim under the head, and I flicked my tongue rapidly over it, sucked, and then licked again.
The sound that escaped him was carnal and deep and made my sex slicker. A low moan of pleasure escaped me as the hand between my legs ruthlessly played me like an instrument.
“Yeah. Love that.” Steel’s fingers cradled me jaw while my tongue played with him.
“I love watching him take a woman’s mouth.” Pretty Boy’s words somehow made me even wetter; a fiery mix of shame and lust scalded me.
The words must have had the same effect on Steel, because he grunted, his fist tightened in my hair, and he shoved my head down. He pumped in and out of my mouth.
“Open. Let me fuck your mouth.” He panted, fingers digging into my scalp while his hips thrust faster.
I whimpered at the sudden shock of having my mouth used so roughly, but his hand on my head left me no escape. His cock pumped the back of my throat, almost all the way in. I gagged around him and he just pushed faster, harder.
Owning me. I was a slave, and he did own me.
A few more pumps and Steel’s seed flooded my mouth, thick, masculine and nearly overpowering, taken on my tongue like milk.
“Swallow, petal.”
I did. Somehow, being ordered to swallow his release reached down to a part of me I didn’t know existed. It left its mark, calling up something I didn’t understand.
“Lick him clean, Princess. Never leave a mess.” Pretty Boy withdrew his fingers from inside me and stood up.
Humiliation twisted my insides, but I bent and lapped every inch of Steel’s cock until all of his cum was gone. Then I sat back on my knees, looking up at Steel through lowered lashes. His brow rose, as if daring me to dislike what he’d done to me.
“Did you like that, little rose petal? Did you like eating my cum?”
Were the situation different, I might have. If he was someone I cared for and he cared for me. I didn’t dare say no, so I just bowed my head.
Steel leaned forward and seized my chin, jerking it up. “If you didn’t like it, all the better, but you better get used to it. I’m going to use every inch of you the way you’re meant to be used, and that includes your mouth, anytime I want. You got that?”
It was like his words had the power to call up every painful thought, every unpleasant emotion I’d ever felt, bringing them all to bear at once. I swallowed the lump in my throat, feeling hopelessness take hold.
Survival. That’s all I had to do.
“Yes, Master.”
He groaned, and his mouth devoured mine in a long, bruising kiss. When I whimpered, he forced my lips apart and shoved his tongue in, not seeming to care that he would have tasted himself.
Instinct took over and I shut down, letting him claim my mouth until he’d had his fill. When he finished, he sat back with a nod, his gaze directed behind me.
To Pretty Boy, standing back and waiting for his turn.
“Now let me see you take care of him.”
I cast a quick, indirect look at my other master. Where Steel was more predictable with his aggression, Pretty Boy was harder to figure out. There was a wildness about him that terrified me more than brawn could. Seeing the pure, aggressive need in his eyes then, the feeling sunk in, a dark knot in my belly. Whatever Steel had done to me, Pretty Boy would make that seem like a sweet, loving, romantic moment by comparison.
That half-smirk turned his mouth up again, his blue eyes mocking. He pumped his cock slowly, stopping now and again as if to keep himself from spilling the seed he wanted to fill me with.
“I’m saving it all for you, Princess. You’re in for a rough night.”
A rough night. The implications in his words sent weakness pooling in my knees.
Looking at Pretty Boy as he tossed the assortment of throw pillows on the bed aside, a depressive cloud settled over me, heavy, dark. This was my life now.
I glanced back at Steel, but he just waited, eager for his show, his fingers playing around his half-hard cock.
“Don’t look at him for help, Princess.” Pretty Boy was suddenly right in my face, jerking my chin to look up at him. “You’re not getting out of this. Come to bed, or be dragged, it makes no difference to me.”
Too stunned by the way he crowded me, I didn’t move. He seized my waist and tossed me on the bed. I whimpered in surprise. He pounced on me, repositioning me so that my head was on the pillows, his legs straddling my hips.
The look in his eyes was predatory, pure hunger.
Animal.
And that was it. The way he trapped me, the way he made it clear what I was to him—nothing but a slave for his pleasure to be used at his whim—made something in me snap. My heart squeezed and the dam holding my tears back broke. I closed my eyes, but that only made the tears splash onto my face, hot and wet and plain to see.
I hated my own weakness, but he pinned my hands above my head, so there was nothing to do but let the tears trail down my cheeks.
His mouth turned down in a scowl, his eyes crinkling at the edges. My heart quickened, unsure what to make of that look. Until his tongue flicked out and he ran the hot, wet tip of it over my skin. Lapping it up, first one tear, then the other.
A small, horrible sound left me, and I turned my face away. His hand trapped my jaw. Then his mouth was on mine. Bruising, working my mouth open for his invasion. He groaned into my mouth, tongue feasting, kissing so hard his teeth scraped mine.
By the time he lifted his head, my lips were swollen, and my head swam, my breaths sawing in and out. His hips gyrated against mine, pressing his hardness into me so that his rock-hard cock rubbed against my sex.
“See what you do to me?” Hips raising, one of his hands shoved between my legs, hand clutching my core. Cupping the soaking wetness there. “This. This pussy is mine. I own all of you. Never forget that.” He nodded to Steel. “He owns you. Him, me, and anyone else we choose.”
The words should have horrified me, and on some level they did, coming from a man who obviously saw me as just an object for his pleasure. But they also reached down into a part of me, some deep, secret part of my being I didn’t know existed. His ownership of me left a dark stain on my soul, a poison in my veins I would never cleanse myself of.
Pretty Boy looked over his shoulder, and I wondered why until I saw Steel approaching the bed, his dark blue eyes almost obsidian with lust. Fresh fear stabbed at me.
Both of them.
“Want a hand, P.B.?”
Pretty Boy grinned as Steel opened a drawer in the dresser by the bed and pulled out two silken scarves. He wrapped the ends around his massive fists, the crimson lengths standing out in the low torchlight.
My throat worked.
“Hands on the posts.” He stepped up until he stood beside my head.
Oh, how bad was this going to get? I didn’t want to know.
Steel prowled around the bed until he stood behind the headboard. Waiting for me to obey.
“Do what we tell you, and we’ll make this good for you, princess.” Pretty Boy’s fingers stroked my wet clit.
Shocks of pleasure tightened my muscles with every slide until I opened my mouth on a silent gasp. I shouldn’t have wanted this, but he played me perfectly, alternating his strokes between soft and hard, swirling his fingertips in all the right ways.
“Hands,” Steel’s voice rumbled through the haze of my need.
Fear mixing with desperate hunger, I lifted my shaking hands.
Eyes never leaving mine, Steel wound one scarf around my wrist, tying it to the headboard in such a way that there was plenty of slack between the post and my wrist, but no way to free myself. He did the same with the other wrist.
Desire gleamed in his gaze the whole time.
I was so focused on Steel, it took me a moment to realiz
e what his club brother was doing. Pretty Boy’s fingers had pulled back. He scooted down, lying on the mattress so that his shoulders were between my legs.
“What are you doing?” My voice shook. I wished it was only with fear.
Then, a moment later, panic wiped away the pleasure. What if he noticed the star mark on my thigh? The memory of Griesha’s interrogation, the one right after I’d been found, flooded back. Every few months after that interrogation, during Damien’s visits, Damien or Griesha asked me about that star again. I still didn’t know what it meant, but having it was dangerous, and I had no idea what these men might do if they noticed.
Pretty Boy’s head dipped, dropping kisses on my stomach, and then lower. I tried to close my legs before he could reach where the star was, but his hands pressed my thighs apart.
“Don’t hide from me.”
His lips and tongue trailed over my inner thigh, first one, then the other, then back again. He didn’t seem to notice anything at all, and now his mouth left warm trails on my skin, his tongue flicking out to sear wherever it touched until I forgot all about the mark. My core ached, anticipation rising until I could have almost forgotten, I shouldn’t have wanted him near me at all.
“I stole you, and now you’re mine. I’m gonna feast on this perfection.” Lust roughened his whisper, his breath fanning my skin as he moved his mouth lower until his lips reached my mound.
I bit my lip to keep from groaning. I wouldn’t let him see his affect on me.
Too late. He chose that moment to run his tongue through my folds, a slow, long lick. My hips rocked before I could stop them.
He made a sound against my sex. “It makes me so hard knowing I’m the first one to have you.” He dipped lower, lapping at me. Turning his head this way and that so that his tongue pleasured me at different angles.
I yanked on my bindings, panting.
“Master…” What could I say?
Nothing, apparently, because Steel cupped my chin and pulled my head back so that my eyes met his.
“Let go, rose petal.” Dark blue eyes filled my vision as Steel reached down and slid his hands over my breasts. He palmed them, flicking the nipples until they turned as hard as pebbles. “Be a good girl and let him make you come.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn’t silence my need. Pretty Boy sped up his strokes, as if he meant to take me over the edge no matter how hard I fought it.
My hips pumped. Desire mounted until it exploded through me, my first orgasm ripping me in two. My eyes opened, and Steel gripped my chin, keeping my eyes locked on his. His gaze burned with pleasure, with lust, with mocking victory before I cried out and my vision went black for an instant.
Steel let out a rumble of approval. “Shit, yeah. Look at you coming like a sex-crazed whore.”
“Right? She’s ready, brother. Ready for us to fuck her senseless.” Pretty Boy moved up my body and ran one finger over each of my cheeks, pushing stray locks of my hair from my face. “This is going to feel so good.” He grabbed my knees, jerking them up to his hips.
There was no warning. He just thrust himself home, entering me in one hot, ruthless stroke.
Pain knifed through me as my barrier broke, my body trying to accommodate his invasion. Maids had told me how much it would hurt, but I hadn’t expected this. I tugged on the restraints holding my wrists, yanking so hard on the bindings that the silk bit into my skin.
Pretty Boy rested his full weight on me slowly, leaning his forehead against mine. “Shhh…my pretty, perfect slave,” he whispered, breathing into my mouth, pupils dark with desire. He withdrew once, a painful slide, and slid his hand down until his fingers stroked my clit. When I rutted against his touch in response, he began to pound me, slowly, his hips crashing into mine.
With my wrists bound, I could do nothing but take what I was given, but a moment later the pain began to ease. Heated tingles built up, coiling my muscles and turning the stretch of Pretty Boy filling me into mounting pleasure. Moans escaped me, my eyes closed, hips moving in rhythm with his. The louder I became, the harder Pretty Boy fucked me. His mouth brushed my ear, and when he spoke, his voice was gruff and sinister.
“So fucking good. Get used to this, Princess. You’ll be spending your days and nights like this.”
I hated it, but the words spurred me on, adding fuel to the craziness going on inside me. His pace turned savage, and then he hammered forward a final time, spilling into me.
“Fuck. Mine.”
I lay there, too shocked, too spent to form words. Tears streamed down my face.
Pretty Boy sat up and Steel straightened. Was it over?
Silent, Steel untied my hands. I was free. I started to sit up.
“Not so fast.” My blond master flipped me onto my stomach. Panic filled me, and I tried to turn back over, but hands on my back kept me down, backside in the air, exposed to them.
A memory came to me in that moment, one of the maids taunting me, telling me how much some masters like to take slaves like dogs, face down, ass up, and how much more it hurt.
“Lift your hips up,” Steel said from behind me.
I froze, immobile with dread.
His palm collided with my butt cheek, hard enough to make me whimper. “Up, slave.”
I had no choice. I raised my hips. I felt the front of the mattress give and brought my head up. Pretty Boy swung onto the bed in front of me and leaned with his back against the headboard, arms behind his head.
Steel’s cockhead pushed at my entrance, yanking my attention back to him. As large as Pretty Boy had felt filling me, Steel felt at least twice as thick, driving himself in.
“Oh, fuck, she’s tight, brother.” He hummed in his throat. “Such a perfect pussy.”
Humiliation and hopelessness took me in a stranglehold, especially when, along with the pain, ripples of pleasure tingled along my passage. Pleasure that mounted until I was almost thrusting back into him.
No. I wouldn’t want them, wouldn’t enjoy this.
Retreating into myself, I hung there, head bowed while Steel plowed in and out of me hard and fast and hungry. He nipped my shoulder, just painful enough to send my need spiking, then bit and licked the other shoulder, making it impossible to tune him out.
The pleasure mounted, quickly scouring away the pain until there was only the white-hot haze of need. I let out a helpless wail.
“That’s it. Let go and come for me. Sweet, slutty little slave.”
Mercy, his words made me wetter until I moaned and thrust back into him.
“Good girl.” He grabbed my chin and jerked it to the side, devouring my mouth. My tongue darted out before I’d thought about it. He groaned, and his tongue bullied mine.
The kiss made my muscles tighten around him, deepening the pleasure until I wailed in desperation.
“I think she likes it, brother. Give it to her good,” Pretty Boy said, reminding me he was there.
Steel thrust harder, sharper, driving the pleasure deep. Helplessness played hell with me, and a sob pushed out of me before I could stop it. Steel just pushed my legs wider and drove deeper. Making sure he hit every part of me inside, as though he was trying to leave his mark everywhere he could.
He did leave his mark, but it cut deepest on my soul, leaving its imprint there for all time. I panted and rocked my hips, getting closer. So close.
“Look at me, Princess.” Pretty Boy tipped my chin up, holding it so that my eyes locked on his. “Let me see your face while you come.”
How could these two make me want this so much? I stared into those angelic eyes, eyes that blazed with a devil’s pleasure, while Steel hammered into me.
“You like the way your masters fuck you?” Pretty Boy asked.
I couldn’t hold the words in. I did. Oh, I did, damn him. “Yes, master.” It sounded lost, broken.
“Say that again.” Steel.
“Yes, Master. I like how you fuck me.”
My words took him over the edge. He gripped
my hips, gave me three furious thrusts, and grunted his release. I spilled over at the same time, screaming, vision going black again.
Steel released me. Pretty Boy brushed my lips with his, a mockingly warm kiss, then got to his feet. I deflated onto the mattress, spent, breathing hard even as my mind drifted into the haze of afterward.
Steel gave my backside a stinging slap that kept me from being able to just let my brain shut down. The bed dipped as he climbed off, but I only half registered it as my brain tried desperately to process what had just happened.
“Perfect fuck. So perfect to watch, too.” Having moved behind me at some point, Pretty Boy kissed my shoulder, licking the skin there hotly.
Somehow, the praise twisted my insides, and something deep inside me open up, like some dark flower that fed off his poison.
“I wanna tie her up again and leave her that way,” Pretty Boy said. “Naked and waiting for us to do it all again when we come back.”
Steel hummed his agreement but walked over to join him. I lifted up, panic settling in anew as I looked over my shoulder at them.
“Masters, please…”
Steel took my wrist, running his thumb over the red welts the silk scarves left behind.
“Relax, Princess,” Pretty Boy said. “We won’t tie you up right now. Don’t want something to happen to our slave in the night. You’re too gorgeous to lose.” His finger traced my lips. “That mouth. Can’t get enough.”
If the situation were different, I’d have loved the smile that pulled at his lips. He didn’t look like an angel now. Unless it was a dark angel.
“Sleep,” Steel added. “You’ll need it.”
“Let’s go, brother.” Pretty Boy clapped him on the shoulder as if the two of them had done some fabulous thing. They left without even looking at me.
Despair, hot, bone-deep despair sank in, slicing deep. I curled up on the bed, too spent, too angry, too tired to do anything else. My chest squeezed for the life I’d never had the chance to have, would never have.
Naked and alone, the tears flowed, and I gripped the pillow under my head. I sobbed, but it did nothing to soothe me.
Never, ever had I hoped as hard as I did then that tomorrow would never come.