Page 6 of Bred Hard

I sat up and darted my gaze to the door. My white vanity sat in front of it, with Sawyer perched on the round pink chair. There was no way out, and I cursed myself for not locking the door before dozing off.

“Wake up cinderslut and suck my cock.” Sawyer deadpanned.

“Get out,” I spat, pulling on the hem of my cheer outfit. Its ruffles now wrinkled from sleeping in it.

“Do you think you sound threatening when you open your mouth?” Sawyer asked from across the room. He leaned forward and placed his elbows on his thighs.

I had a hunch to tell Sawyer to fuck off, but then his mouth curved into a grin, and my body reacted. I hated him. He kept his eyes on me, sizing me up, and I looked away, refusing to stare at the burn scar that took up the left half of his face. The scar I put there years ago. They were both dressed in dark-colored slacks, with their dress shirts tucked inside, and sleeves rolled to mid-arm. I didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to know they just had a meeting with Father and from the looks on their faces, the news wasn’t pleasant.Finally, everything was working in my favor.

Silas rounded the bed, his fingers trailing along the soft fabric until he reached one end, and then he repeated his steps until he made it back to the other side of the bed. The soft fabric of the carpet muffled each step he took, and I gulped through the dry patch in the back of my throat as I fumbled with the lump of words on the tip of my tongue. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to say anything as I followed Silas’s movements.

“I was really hoping you’d give up the fucking act of pretending you give two horse cocks about Father’s business,” he said as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants. “But that doesn’t look like the case. So now…”

His words trailed off like a piece of ice falling off a cliff and the ridge of my back went straight as Sawyer joined his side. I’ve only been able to handle them one at a time. Usually, if I was pissing one of them off, the other one wasn’t worried about it, but it wasn’t until last night that I realized it was two against one—me against them.

I pulled my knees to my chest. “Now what?” I seethed through gritted teeth.

“Now we ruin you,” Sawyer chimed in.

The room stilled, a small moment of silence before they knocked the wind from my lungs as Silas lifted me off the bed. In a blink of an eye, I was firmly pressed into his chest, with my body between his long lean legs.

“The harder you fight, the more fun it is for me,” he whispered in my ear as I struggled to get away.

His arm wrapped around my midsection like a vise, and his other hand tangled into my soft tresses. A low cry pushed past my lips as my skull tingled with the added pressure. Silas breathed into my ear. The warm, minty air sent a chill down the back of my spine. I inhaled a stuttering breath as he lowered his lips to the shell of my ear.

Sawyer was always the one to take what he wanted from me, and as much as I tried to make myself hate the way my body reacted when he forced himself on me, I couldn’t deny how much I loved it. But Silas was new territory. He would call me every degrading name in the book, but always pulled back the moment his fingers twitched with the need to touch me. However, a small part of me feared I would like his touch more than Sawyer’s.

His grip tightened. “Father had a lot to fucking say this morning at our meeting, and for some odd reason, it ended with him dotting your little slut name on the line to one of his biggest accounts.” His teeth scraped against the side of my neck. “Tsk. Tsk.It had to be a mistake, right?”

“Father doesn’t make mistakes,” I said, swallowing down the knot of emotion lodged in my throat.

The pads of Silas’s fingers inched along the skin of my thigh as the heat of his blood stormed through his veins. “We know. That’s why we’re going to make sure you’re his biggest fucking regret.”

Sawyer walked over to my dresser and pulled out my purple vibrator. Lodged between Silas’s strong arms and muscular legs,I strained my eyes to follow Sawyer’s movements. He dangled the silicone device in his hand, and the bed dipped as he settled at the base of my feet. Unable to move, with my gaze anchored on Sawyer, he scrutinized the toy, his gaze lingering on it with a glimmer of perverse fascination. With closed eyes, he deeply inhaled the forbidden scent that tainted the device, and let a bud of a smile peel at the corners of his lips.

“Smells like our little cock lover has been busy,” he snarled.

“You’re sick,” I said, struggling against Silas’s grip.

Sawyer’s darting tongue found the softness of the vibrator and he let it run a slow trail from the top down to the middle of the toy. “So are you.” He turned his attention to the teddy bear sitting across from my bed and then back to me. “We both know you work that fucking cunt like a hooker trying to make rent.”

Sawyer leaned in, his hands light on my ankles. I tried to close them, but he gripped my left ankle, and swung it over his shoulder, forcing me open to him. My heart thieved a few extra beats as the buzzing sound filled the air and I inhaled when the tip touched my clit through my panties. I tried to fight it, tried to compose my emotions so Silas wouldn’t witness the truth. I didn’t want to enjoy it, although having Sawyer get me off drove me off the edge, and with every passing second, I felt my shield weakening.

“Stop….Please…” I pleaded.

Silas let out an unexpected laugh, dipped in acid. “Don’t fucking play us, you little slut. I know deep down you want Sawyer to open his mouth and degrade you like the filthy cum guzzler you are.”

He was right, that’s exactly what I wanted, and badly. I craved it. The sensation of the vibrator forced my back to arch, but Sawyer refused to let up. Focused on him as I tried to hold off from coming while sitting between Silas’s legs, I didn’t notice the light sensation running down my arm at first, but then it turned intoa sting. I winced as my eyes caught sight of a threeroll spiked pinwheel.

Silas breathed me in. “Don’t be shy. I know you like when it hurts a little.”

He moved the spike pin roll from my arm and placed it on the side of my neck. My body grew taught as the needles rolled over my skin.

Sawyer pulled the vibrator away and stood. Walking over to my vanity, he rummaged through the drawers until he found the prize possession. A rose-colored toy with a vibrating hole in the middle. In a blink of an eye, a quivering breath was pulled from my lungs as Sawyer latched the clit suction toy on to me, and Silas ripped away my cheer top. He exposed my white lace bra and pulled on the cups until my nipples were visible.

“Look at our little whore in heat. Do you like it when Sawyer plays with that cum junkie cunt of yours?”

I was a writhing mess between Silas’s legs as he let the spiked pinwheel travel from my arm and across the top of my chest. With each roll, he lowered the device closer to my erect nipples, and a shuddering breath escaped my lungs. I was locked in a trance between the two of them. Sick words, sweaty flesh, and muddled sensations took over my entire body and I craved every second of it.

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