Page 95 of Wanted
I shook my head.
“They knew that you were just as much a victim of the system, baby.”
“Still. I won’t ever be able to make up for all the harm the country's toxicity has caused. Yes, we’re a country based on pleasure but at what price?” I walked over to my spinning shoe rack, bending over to grab one of my shiniest platform heels. Then I lazily strolled over to sit on Alex’s lap as I put them on. He secured me from falling over with his strong arms.
“You’re going awfully deep for someone who’s about to go out clubbing,” Fylox pointed out. My legs wiggled in the space between him and Alex. Twisting around, I started putting on the heels. “And no bra. If you’re trying to give your husband a heart attack, you’re about to succeed.”
“I think I can be strong for one night,” Alex announced in an attempt to convince us, but he didn’t. He would always find my racy clothes problematic. I would never stop teaching him better.
“What’s a nipple slip when my pussy’s been on the cover of my country’s gossip magazines for over a decade?” I asked, securing the heels around my ankles. I was ready. I didn’t put on any perfume because Fylox was around, and I didn’t want to give him any trouble. When we’d arrived, I’d cleared out all of the products that I had stored. One of the bodyguards from outside went on a shopping spree to get unscented ones for the entire household. I was pretty sure that he got his dick sucked on the way back home. That smirk on his face revealed it. Of course, he hid the secret blowjob from Jordan. He was a major cockblocker.
“For real?” Alex asked, shocked. I nodded, and he grabbed my hips. “No more pussy pictures, please. I can take a lot. I can’t take to witness what’s mine for all the world to see.”
“Even a liberal snowflake like me will have to agree with that,” Fylox responded, awfully cheerful. He’d changed after our arrival. It was like his walls were finally down on Katantia, and that was strange as fuck, considering that they had just told me that Fylox spent time on Katantia as a child. Fylox’s hand reached out, touching my knee. “This pussy is ours now.”
“My body is of the people,” I preached. “I’m the princess.”
“Your body belongs to us,” Fylox argued, flicking the skin on my knee. The pressure between my thighs grew. “That goes for Aram, too. We’re not your brothers. If he so much as touches your fingernails, I’ll have a word with him, and it won’t be friendly.”
There was pent up anger inside of him, but he thought he hid it well. I saw it in his dark cognac eyes. Alex and I were both scared of what Fylox was capable of doing now that we were on Katantia.
“Now, get up. Take off your dress,” Fylox demanded. His hand made my knees buttery.
“But It took me hours to get ready...” I mumbled. In all honesty, my pussy was begging me to obey. My brain considered my brother and his pregnant wife. They were waiting for us.
“Hours in which you teased my best friend and me,” Alex claimed, gripping my hips harder. His large hands made my wide hips appear tiny. These hands could singlehandedly dunk basketballs. Apparently, that meant something in Alex’s world, and I couldn’t feel more proud of it.
“What’s the plan, though? My hair, the makeup, Jordan downstairs...” I panicked. I didn’t want to be heard. Being humiliated in front of Jordan wasn’t my kink. He was innocent in all of this.
Alex glanced at his best friend. I loved their relationship, although it messed with my plans often.
“Well,“ Fylox began, considering his options. “You deserve a punishment for your earlier outburst. You don’t get to be upset at me hiding things from you when it’s for your safety and sanity. Look at Alex. He’s over it already. Who cares where I was debased, raped, and robbed of a voice? The most important aspect is that I suffered. You don’t get to be upset at Jordan and me. We withheld information. You tell us exactly how Aram fucked your pussy that one time in front of a Singaporean billionaire. It doesn’t mean I have to reveal every detail of my abuse.”
I gulped down my shame.
“Now, do as told, and we’ll allow you to fix your looks before we leave,” Fylox said. Sighing, I stood up to remove my dress. It fell to the ground, and I was already worried about potential crinkles. I didn’t worry for long because Fylox attacked.
“You good?” Fylox asked his best friend.
Alex nodded. “I need a couple of strokes only. I’m not ashamed to admit it.”
“Okay. Hold her down for me. Don’t let her touch you,” Fylox instructed Alex. In a matter of seconds, I was on my back with my legs spread for Fylox. Alex had his enormous hand covering half of my face, pressing me against the mattress.
I was soaked, and it was clear that something was wrong with me. How could I enjoy being taken like that? Fylox didn’t prepare my pussy at all. He swiped his fingers through my wetness once, and then he licked my juices off his fingers. He did that. Fylox didn’t do horrendous things like licking his fingers clean. Something went on inside of him, but I was too horny to care.
Fylox shoved himself inside of me while I gasped at Alex. My eyes turned watery, and my cheeks went rosy.
Alex loosened his grip on me, but Fylox warned him, “Do you want your father to hear her moan because she’s getting fucked?”
I flinched at Fylox’s cursing. It sounded like a new word, coming from him.
They were still dressed, and I was completely naked. Alex couldn’t resist. His free hand moved to my tits, and he lazily kneaded my flesh. My nipples were responsive, and under normal circumstances, I would’ve come. I hadn’t been prepared, though, and Fylox was bent on punishing me.
He slammed into me, no mercy and no smoothness for my pussy. Fylox glimpsed at the clock on my nightstand, and his strokes became more urgent. He wasn’t big on making noises when he fucked. He was precise about the act. His concentrated face concerned me. Meanwhile, my desperate muffled moans made me sound like I was being strangled. Alex tried to shut me up, but the harder Fylox fucked my pussy, the more desperate I became.
When Fylox came inside of me, he remained on top of me for another couple of breaths. Our eyes met, and I tightened up around him. He gave me a faint smirk, and then he removed himself.
“It’s your turn,” he said to Alex. My eyes followed Fylox as he left the room. Before Fylox’s come could dribble out of me, Alex’s tip found its way to my entrance.
