by LP Lovell
I stop beside the car and glare at him. "He took her."
"Yes," Preston says as he opens the door.
I climb in and he follows me, closing the door behind him. The interior lights fade and now we're in the dark.
"Tell me he won't hurt her,” I whisper. “I held up my end of the game."
"That you did." He sweeps his fingertip over my cheek with a grin. "But we can't have her talking, now can we?"
Ten minutes go by and we sit in the dark, completely silent. I keep replaying the image of me fucking her over and over. I keep wondering what Tobias has done with her. Wondering how I can get out of this. My stomach is unsettled with worry and guilt. I watch through the window, and then, the front door opens and I see Tobias step across the threshold, turn, and shake David's hand. There's a deep smirk on his face as he makes his way down the walkway and it deepens when he opens the door and crawls inside the car. The door slams shut and the car screeches away.
Anger seethes in my chest. My nostrils flare as I stare at Tobias. "That was low even for you," I say.
"You could have walked away," he drawls lazily.
"I'm not a whore and I'm not a murderer." My heart feels like it's about to pound out of my chest.
"Careful," Preston warns quietly.
"Mouth!" Tobias shouts. His sudden explosion causes me to jump.. "Little lamb, you are whatever the fuck I say you are."
Heat rattles my insides, stinging deep down into my bones. I'm tempted to leave. To quit. But then again, this isn't really a choice any longer. This is survival. Without the money, I will not survive. Whore for a week or homeless the moment I step foot out of this car. And so I start to question what kind of person this makes me. I want to survive, but at what cost? If I hadn't agreed to fuck Maria they said they were going to kill her. Surely they wouldn't have? Would they? I truly don't know what they're capable of. They are complete strangers, and if they could simply kill someone as part of a game, then I'm in way over my head. I hate myself right now. I hate them for manipulating me, for using me in their sick and twisted games. I force all the swear words and hate deep down and I smile.
"As you wish," I say with a snarl.
Tobias glares at me, his jaw twitching in the dim streetlights lining the road we’re traveling.
"Go easy on her, Tobias," Preston says, stroking his hand over my cheek. "She's had a rough day." I turn my glare at him, and he laughs.
"Do not show me disrespect again. As long as your name is on that contract, I am your god."
God...and I think he believes he actually is a god. But fuck him.
The car takes a hard turn and Preston pulls me against him, pressing his palm to my cheek and cradling me against his shoulder. "You were such a good girl,” he says so sweetly. “You did so well. I'm proud of you."
My fists clench, my nails biting into my palm. This is sick and twisted, wrong on so many levels, but right now, with Tobias's rage still palpable and Preston's warm embrace surrounding me, I seek out the comfort of one of my tormentors because without it I am entirely alone. Preston is the lesser of two evils right now so I allow his strong arms to wrap around me while I stare at Tobias.
Preston’s lips brush my hair. “My sweet Ella.”
"Don't get attached," Tobias says. "They never last past day three, you know that."
Preston laughs, his chest rumbling beneath my ear.
Tobias' finger slides over my thigh, his green eyes flaring with something dangerous. "Pretty things lose their luster after a while, Preston."
"Hmm, but they don't lose their functionality." I can hear the smile in his voice. "Been a while since I felt a pussy that tight."
Tobias laughs. His fingers dig into my hip as he leans over me, his lips laying against my ear. "It won't be that tight after we fuck her though." He kisses my neck before moving back into his seat.
"You're both disgusting." I shove away from Preston, done with being their source of amusement.
Preston grins, swiping his knuckles lightly down my face. "Aw, you'll like it, I promise." He brings his lips to my ear. "If you're lucky, I'll make you squirt for me again."
Heat flames my cheeks. Tobias smirks, his green eyes locking on mine, making me his prisoner. "Oh, let's not, Preston. We're making our little lamb uncomfortable."
The car runs over a pothole and the inside of the cabin rattles as we’re shuffled about. Without warning, Tobias grabs me and pulls me into his lap, forcing me to straddle him. Honestly, I'm not sure I can take any more of this. His warm body simply being underneath me is enough to reignite the ache. "I'm sorry,” he says, “we shouldn't be so crude, but sometimes I can't help it. I want to do so many things to you. Frustration's a terrible way to try a man’s patience, you know?"
He kisses me with such reverence, and even though I hate him, with this single kiss he makes me feel as though he wants to love. The kiss ends and he slowly moves away from my face, his eyes still closed as though he were savoring it. "So pretty, so perfect." His eyes flash open and his fingertip trails over my bottom lip. "If I were able to keep you, I think I would."
And the confusion continues to swirls around in my head like a violent tornado intent on wrecking havoc. Don't get attached, yet here he is saying he'd keep me if he could. One moment he's condescending, the next he's trying to woo me. And, at the base of it all, I feel as though every second that ticks by in their presence taints me and eats away at my morals. Right and wrong, is there even such a thing with these two men?
"What did you learn today?" Tobias asks. And now this is a lesson? I remain silent because I don't know how to answer that. "Ella," he sings into my ear, his fingers dancing up my thigh. "Did you learn anything about yourself today?"
I search his eyes, hoping to see what it is he wants me to say, but Tobias gives nothing away. I glance at Preston and Tobias gently takes my chin, turning my face back to his. "Don't look at him for answers. Did you learn anything about yourself? Limits? Wants? Needs? Did you feel power today, my precious little lamb?"
Power. I felt powerful when Maria's life was hinged upon my decision, when her mouth was on me, her face between my legs. I swallow. He waits patiently.
"Yes," I say.
Tobias smirks. "Sex is power."
"Sex is currency, sweet Ella," Preston adds. "I could tell you liked it."
I drop my chin to my chest. I'm ashamed that I did, especially considering the circumstance, but maybe, maybe that was just my mind trying to rationalize it all. Maybe that was a defense mechanism—to forget why it was that Maria was between my legs, why it was that she was begging me to touch her.
"Sometimes we surprise ourselves with what we like once the chains of moral construct are removed," Tobias say as his eyes drift to Preston. "Right, Preston?"
"I'd hardly call anything to do with that situation removing the chains of moral construct," I mumble.
"Wouldn't you, though?" Tobias says on smirk. "I really gave you no choice but to fuck her." He holds his hands up like a magician who's just done a card trick. "Moral construct gone." And then, he laughs. Tobias touches my forehead, smoothing away the frown line there. "I know what you're thinking. And again, Ella, this is a game. Just like you have rules, we have rules. It makes it more fun. Creates tension." He bites down on his bottom lip and a slow growl leaks out. "The waiting," he inhales, "becomes nearly unbearable at a point."
"Are you to that point yet?" Preston asks, adjusting himself with his eyes set on mine. "Are you to the point where no matter how horrible you may think we are, all you can think about is having our cocks buried deep inside of you?" I chew on my bottom lip and that single motion elicits a smile from both men. "Good," Preston says, looking far too pleased with himself.
Tobias trails his fingers up the inside of my thigh and then back again. "Patience is a virtue, little lamb." My fingers dig into his shoulders as my skin shamefully ignites under his touch. "How quickly will you come for me?" He smirks. "If I let you, that is."
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sp; I want it. I want him so badly. And I shouldn't. He's like begging for the devil, bartering your soul for something you can never keep.
Preston runs his fingers along my back. Chill bumps sweep over my skin. "We picked you, Ella. Out of all the beautiful women, we chose you."
"How does that make you feel?" Tobias asks.
"Does it make you feel special?" Preston whispers, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"Privileged?" Tobias narrows his gaze.
Preston twirls a piece of my hair around his finger. "Like something prized?"
"Does it make you feel powerful, sweet little Ella?" Tobias says.
The air is thick with a crackling tension, a sin-tinged passion. There is no doubt they are alluring and charming. They promise so much, but at what cost? I want them to want me. I need them to want me, because when men like them need you...my breath hitches...I don't know that there is anything more addicting than the way this right here feels. This is sex. Living, breathing sex. And here they sit touching me, kissing me, whispering to me about how special I am. How envious so many other women would be. That I am theirs, and although I know I am free to leave at any point, I don't know that I could, even if they offered me three million to.
I think, with these two, I may quickly become an addict. And this is one sick addiction I know there is no rehab for.
6
Tobias guides me through the apartment, his hand on the small of my back the entire time. We walk straight past my room and into the massive master bedroom. The crisp scent of his cologne hangs heavy in the air. All the furnishings are made of heavy wood, the decorations sparse, and the bed is neatly made with black satin sheets.
When I turn to face Tobias, Preston walks in, smiling as he moves behind me. Warm fingertips trail over my bare back. My skin erupts in goosebumps and a shiver tears through my body. Preston's soft breath blows over my shoulder followed by the rough brush of his stubble and a gentle kiss. My entire body becomes electrified under his touch. I close my eyes. Fingers grip my jaw, pulling my face. I open my eyes just as Tobias leans in, pressing his lips to mine. Tobias has my knees weakening under his brutal kiss while Preston nips at my neck. I slide one hand over Tobias' chest and my other hand glides around the back of Preston's neck, pulling his body closer to me. I'm barely aware of myself, of the things I'm doing or the sounds I'm making. I just want them—both of them—all of them. Preston’s teeth sink into the side of my neck and I gasp, giving Tobias the opportunity to brush his tongue against mine.
Preston slowly slides the straps of my dress from my shoulders, one by one. His fingers leave tingles in their wake. The material slips to my waist and Tobias palms my breast, rolling and pinching one nipple between his thumb and finger. Hissing out a breath, I throw my head back against Preston's shoulder. His arms come around me as he reaches for Tobias' belt, yanking it open. Tobias' mouth latches onto my nipple, sucking and licking over the sensitive flesh. Preston is all that's holding me up right now, his strong body like a pillar behind me. Hands grip my hips and then I’m spun around to face Preston. That sexy smirk pulls at his lips, making my heart beat even faster.
"Take your dress off, Ella," Preston says. I push the material over my hips and allow it to fall to the floor, puddling around my feet. "And the panties. Leave the shoes." I swallow, my chest growing tight as I slide the lace down my thighs.
Tobias moves against my back again, only now, I can feel that he's naked. I stifle a moan when his smooth, hot skin presses flush against mine. The feel of his hard cock against my lower back causes my stomach to knot and kink in the most delicious of ways. Preston’s fingers dance over my waist and hips in a feather light caress that has my skin burning up. His hand drops lower and lower and then pauses just shy of my pussy. His eyes lift, locking with mine as he tilts his head to the side. Tobias' lips are at my neck, his teeth seductively grazing over my skin.
With a simple smirk, Preston moves his hand away to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, and I want to scream in frustration. Tobias' arm snakes around my waist and he pins me against his hard body. His hand grips my jaw, holding me, forcing me to look at Preston as he strips free of his clothing. His muscles flex and roll with the simple movement. His shirt falls to the floor followed by his slacks and boxers. They're both everything I shouldn't want, and yet I hunger for them like an addict craving their dose.
Preston takes a deep breath, then fists my hair, yanking my head back to kiss me. His kisses are less controlled than Tobias’. I can feel the lust and want eating away at him, consuming him as much as it is me. His cock presses against my stomach, Tobias’ is hard against my back.
"Get on your knees," Tobias says, biting my ear lobe.
They both step away, falling to either side of me. My heart hammers relentlessly as I sink to my knees. My gaze is focused on the floor because this feels demeaning and shameful, as though I truly am nothing more than a cheap whore.
"Look at me." Tobias sweetly strokes through my hair as I lift my eyes to his. He cups my jaw, his thumb stroking over my bottom lip. "Good girl,” he says. “You look so beautiful down there." He fists his cock before he brings it to my lips. "Now suck."
I wrap my fingers around Tobias' thick cock as I inch my way toward it. I blow a long breath over the tip before I slowly trail my tongue over the head, down the side and around. That pull between my legs keeps building, throbbing, nearly driving me insane. I have never been so desperate for sex in my life. I'd beg for it on my knees if they asked. They have managed to reduce me to nothing more than primitive need. And the second I slip his dick between my lips, I find myself moaning, grinding my hips in a pathetic bid to find some pressure, and then, I slip one hand between my legs, circling my finger over my clit and gasping at the sudden relief.
"Don't touch yourself," Preston says, and I open my eyes just in time to see him bend down and snatch my hand away.
I glare at Preston with Tobias' dick thrusting between my lips, his hand fisting my hair. Preston smiles before he steps right next to Tobias. Shoulder to shoulder, and then, he pushes his dick against my mouth, against Tobias' cock, and my heart goes into overdrive. "Don't be greedy, Tobias," Preston says, pressing his dick against my lips.
"Both hands, little lamb. One on me, one on him." Tobias thrusts into my mouth again on a groan and when he pulls out, I trail my tongue from the tip of his head to Preston's. I grab Tobias with my hand, pumping up and down while I circle my tongue around the head of Preston's swollen cock. And then, I suck him back, licking up the side of him before I pull him out and go back to Tobias. Tobias groans. Preston groans. Both of them fisting my hair, pushing and pulling me from one cock to the other.
I grab them both, pressing their dicks against each other as I lick over them, around them, sucking one back while fisting the other. Back and forth, and with each passing second, my skin grows more heated, my mind growing more incapable of rational thought. Two men with me on my knees in front of them and at their very mercy, begging with each bob of my head for them to grant me my release, and yet, I feel power like I've never felt.
Tobias' thrusts grow faster, harder, and his knees buckle. He grabs Preston's hair, fisting it and tugging his head as he throws his own back on a deep groan. He pulls his cock from my mouth, turning so that each stream of come lands on Preston's throbbing dick. I quickly grab Preston and swallow him back, the salty taste of Tobias' come running down my throat. I'm dripping between my legs, squeezing my thighs together to try and ease some of the painful want. I open my eyes, staring up at Preston with his cock in my mouth, watching as Tobias steps behind him and wraps one arm around his wide chest. Tobias presses a soft kiss to Preston's neck. Both of Preston's hands grab onto my head and he fucks my mouth, dropping his chin to his chest as he comes. And I greedily, like the wanton whore I've become, gulp it down.
"Good," Preston takes a deep breath as he pulls his cock from my mouth with a pop, "girl."
Tobias places a fingertip underneath my chin, lift
ing me to my feet. His hands glide over my body, along the curve of my waist. Preston kisses over my shoulders and back, scooping my hair up and blowing hot breaths over my neck. They back me to the bed, and the moment my legs hit the mattress, a small whimper floats through my lips. God, I fucking need them. Both of them. I just need a release. Tobias shoves me down onto the bed and Preston climbs across the sheets, straddling my hips. His cock brushes against me as he leans over me and takes both my wrists in his hands to lift them above my head. Tobias ties my arms to the wrought iron headboard with strands of silk material. Preston kisses down my chest and Tobias trails kisses along my side to my hip. Preston takes one leg in his hand and Tobias takes the other and they spread my legs apart. And both of them lean down between my legs. Both—at the same time—trace over me with their hot tongues. My back bows away from the bed, my wrists pulling at the restraints. I moan. I pant. Another swipe of their tongues and then...nothing.
I open my eyes to find them both standing at the side of the bed with sadistic smirks, their clothes in their hands. "As much as we'd love to give into you, little lamb," Tobias says, bending down beside me. "That's not how the game is played."
"And we can't trust you not to take matter into your own hands. Sweet dreams, my sweet Ella." Preston kisses my lips before they both turn, flipping the lights as they walk out of the room.
The door clicks shut and I scream. I fucking hate them.
I lie here tied to the bed. My body is exhausted, but my mind won’t stop. It keeps going over the past two days like a movie reel. Flashes of images: me signing that damned contract, the smirks, the touches, the tricks and illusions and confusion, and then it does stop. On Maria, and there it remains stuck, like a record playing on a loop. Over and over the image of Tobias walking to the back of the house with her replays, and my stomach churns with anxiety because he returned alone. What did he do with her…to her? There’s an air of danger that swims around those two men, but murderers…I recoil at the thought of how desperate I was moments ago for their touch, their release. And I can’t help but question what’s becoming of me. Reality…the concept of it seems so muddled now because I do believe Tobias and Preston live in a different world than I do. And what is real?