Page 8 of Broken Secrets

“You don’t have to do this. Please don’t do this to me,” tears streaming down my face. They don’t know what I’ve had to endure. Anyone forcing me to have sex with them will ruin me completely, especially if it’s them.

“Oh, but we do. You’re going to be our perfect little sex toy, aren’t you?” Crew says, his smirk in place.

“What did I ever do to you? I loved you both so much, and then you moved away and left me behind.”

They both look at each other, sharing similar facial expressions of anger and possessiveness, but lust is there too.

“That’s a conversation for another time,” Vale says. “But now that we’ve caught you, it’s time to play Little Lemon.”

Play—what the hell does he mean by play? He can’t mean what I think he does, can he?

“We’ve been waiting a very long time to get a taste of this sweet cunt.” Crew groans. Looking down, I see a very prominent bulge in his pants.

“You were always meant to be ours, Dahlia. We can’t give you up now that we have you in our grasp. It’s our time now.”

The words spilling from Crew’s mouth shock me. These are words that I used too long for but never thought would be spoken.

“Are you going to be sweet for us, pretty girl, or are you going to put up a fight?” Crew whispers in my ear.

A whimper slips past my lips as cedar and spice waft through my senses. Wanting nothing more than to give into them, to cling to their bodies, and to tell them just how much I’ve missed them, longed for them, dreamt of them, and cried for them crosses my mind. But not a single word passes my lips. Giving in would mean giving up my choices, and that’s not something that I’m willing to do, at least not yet. Taking in my look of disdain, both of the boys nod, and feral grins take over their faces. “Tell us, Dahlia, how many men have you let touch this little pink pussy of yours?” Vale rasps quietly, trailing his finger down the center of my chest.

At this point, they should both know that I’m not going to respond. The answer to that question is a big fat zero, though—well, not willingly, at least. Only one man has fucked me. But if I told them the truth, it would probably destroy what little humanity they have left, if they have any at all.

“Cat got your tongue, Bee? It’s alright, baby girl. We’re going to put that tongue to good use.”

Vale has lost his mind. I don’t know these boys anymore. Guess my head is as fucked up as theirs because my panties are soaked, arousal dripping down my thighs. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a glint of silver reflecting off the sun. Looking up, Crew is holding a knife in his hand. My breath catches, and a lump forms in my throat. They aren’t playing with me. A shiver trails down my spine, and goosebumps break out all over my body. In one fluid movement, Crew flicks the blade open, and in the next, my pajama top is completely cut from the top to the bottom, leaving my heaving chest completely exposed. Crew takes the tip of the blade and slowly starts twirling it around my pebbled nipples, making my pussy clench. The fucking traitorous bitch.

Damn, Crew, and his dirty mouth. He’s not lying, though. He continues the path around both my nipples with his knife. Feeling an all too familiar sting, I know he nicked one of my sensitive buds. Beads of blood slowly form and begin to trickle from my breast down to my stomach. Crew slowly licks the blood from my stomach up to my nipple, sucking my pebbled bud harshly into his mouth, a groan tears from his throat. Clenching my thighs together to help alleviate the ache, a low, throaty moan comes out unexpectedly. It feels so fucking good. Never in my life have I experienced something so erotic.

“You taste so fucking good, dirty girl. You taste like heaven and hell. You’ll be my ultimate ruin.” Crew’s words have me practically dripping. I’ve never been this needy in my life. I hate the fact that my body is betraying me and warring with my mind.

“We’re going to get this pussy nice and wet so we can fuck you, dirty girl. We won’t take it easy on you either.” Crew reaches out and grabs my chin tightly, forcing me to look into his eyes. "You're going to do exactly what we say when we say it, or else you will be punished. Nod if you understand.”

Nodding my head to let Crew know that I understand, he smirks, looking at me like he’s ready to devour me whole. He’s got a knife, and clearly, they are both unhinged. If I don’t give in to what they want, I just might end up dead. Fuck that! They won’t kill me. They want my cunt too bad to do that. I just might willingly play along. For now, I need them to think that I don’t want it. That just might make things even more interesting. With my hands still bound behind my back, I’m unable to do anything aside from just standing there in front of them. Crew takes his knife and cuts the rest of my shirt clean off my body. Next to go are my pants and panties. In one fell swoop, he peels them straight off my body, lifting my legs to remove them completely. My core tightens, and my pussy drips, coating my thighs in my arousal. My body needs a release, and at this point, they are the only ones who can give it to me.

“Little Lemon, I need to eat this pussy right the fuck now. You are dripping for us, aren’t you, baby? You have no idea how badly I want to taste you. I can see your arousal glistening on your thighs.” Vale growls and that makes me even wetter, arousal dripping down my thighs.

At this point, I’m so needy that I’ll let Crew and Vale do whatever they damn well please. Hearing their dirty words is doing something to me that I just can’t explain. Vale pushes me back against a tree, the bark digging into my skin and making me cry out in pain. He drops to his knees, lifts my leg onto his shoulder, and dives in, inhaling my scent. A deep, throaty groan leaves his luscious lips just as his tongue snakes out, licking my cunt from the back to the front. He swirls his tongue around my clit sucking hard and thrusting two fingers deep into my wet pussy, reaching parts of me that have never been touched before, which has my back arching off the tree while I cry out in pain and pleasure. I’ve never felt pain like this before, but the pleasure that I’m feeling is taking me to another world.

“Fuck Little Lemon, this pussy is tight,” Vale says as he sucks and nips my clit, finger fucking me until I’m a sopping wet mess.

The pain mixed with pleasure will be my undoing. Crew is sucking one nipple while he flicks and pinches the other. The amount of overstimulation I’m feeling at the moment has me losing my mind. I’m not sure how much more I can take at this point. My lower belly is tensing, and my clit is pulsing. Sweat is pouring down my back. I can feel my orgasm coming, and there’s no way it can be stopped. Not that I would want to. And then I’m free-falling, exploding all over Vale’s face. Black dots tinge the corner of my vision, and I feel like I’m about to pass out.

“On your knees, Little Lemon. You’re going to suck my brother's cock like our good little slut.”

Doing the only thing that I can right now, I drop to my knees like a good slut, even though I’ve never had a cock in my mouth before. Crew stands before me, unzipping his pants. At this angle, his bulge is massive. Slowly, he drops his pants, pulling his boxers down with them. He’s extremely big; not only is he big but he’s pierced. There are piercings all along the underside of his cock. Holy shit, he has a Jacob's ladder. My mouth waters at the sight of him and instantly I know that I need a taste and thank god that I don’t have to wait long.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. If you bite me I will punish you, because good little sluts don’t get rewarded.”

I’ll be the good little slut that Crew wants me to be. Opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue, I slowly lick the tip of his hard cock, capturing the glistening bead of pre-cum. He lets me have control for just a moment before he grabs the sides of my head and thrusts his entire length down my throat. He picks up the pace fucking my throat brutally. He grabs a handful of my hair for more control while he face fucks me. In my peripherals, Vale is already stroking his cock, pants, and boxers pushed down his hips. He’s huge, too. Damn, these men must have been God’s most favorite creations.

“This warm, wet mouth feels so good. Now I want you to suck. Suck until I tell you to stop," his groans urge me on. I take him as deep as I possibly can, swallowing around the tip.

“That’s it, my good little slut. Swallow my cock. Gag on it, baby. Fuck, you feel so good. That throat is so tight, let me see those tears and drool. I want it to be sloppy. Get my cock nice and wet before I cum down this pretty little throat.”

He grabs my hair, tugging at the roots, thrusting so hard that I know my throat is going to be raw tomorrow. Tears are streaming down my face, saliva is dripping down my chin, and my scalp is screaming at me, but I won’t stop. My lips are wrapped so tightly around his cock as I continue to suck, just like he asked. Suddenly, he pops me off. Looking down at me, he says, “Such a good fucking girl,” and my heart soars. I never knew I had a praise kink. "But when I cum pretty girl, It’ll be in that sweet little pussy.”

Chapter 11

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