Page 10 of The Aftermath

“Fuck, Angel. Look at you,” he purrs as he looks at me with the rope around my neck. He can’t be serious. He likes me like this?

“Take it off,” I tell him. He grins and shakes his head.

“I’m in control now. Not you,” he reminds me. I open my mouth to say more, but he tugs on the rope, and I feel it tighten. I don’t know if it’s the man himself or the fucking adrenaline, but I can feel my pussy getting wetter by the second.

“Silas.”

“Trust me, Angel.” That’s it. Those three fucking words have me relaxing a little. Silas moves to pull his boxers off, tossing them onto the rock next to me when he does the same to my panties. Then he lifts me onto the rock so I’m partially sitting on the edge. He adjusts the rope before he dives between my legs. My lips part as he leans in and runs his tongue along my slit. I arch my back, needing more, wanting more.

“Silas,” I whine for him, and he growls. That shuts me up. His tongue gets to work toying with my clit before dipping inside of me. He licks at my wetness, and I can’t stop squirming. I want more. I need more. With Silas, I always crave more.

Silas continues to assault my body with his lips and tongue until my legs are shaking. Just when I think I’m going to come, he stops and jerks my ankles. I slide down the rock and back into the water, where the rope tightens even more around my neck. I begin to panic now. It’s too tight. I can barely breathe. I reach up to pull at the rope once more when Silas slaps my hand away. He grabs my hips and lifts me, taking some of the pressure off my neck before slamming his cock into me.

“Silas!” I cry out his name, but this time, he doesn’t pull the rope tighter because it’s already too much. I’m struggling for air as he pumps inside of me. He rolls his hips, getting in as deep as he can, and I want to scream for him to keep going, but I know now he’ll only tighten the rope around my neck tighter, so I keep quiet.

His hips buck into mine, water splashing up around my face. His fingers dig deep into my hips, and I know they’re going to leave a mark, and yet I can’t find it in myself to care. I want his marks on me. I want everyone to see what he’s done to me.

“Such a dirty fucking angel, aren’t you? Letting me rope you up and fuck you in the lake.” His words cause more heat to stir inside of me.

“You like it too, don’t you, baby? You like being my little dirty girl?” he asks me. I nod my head, unable to form words. I love it when he talks to me like that. I didn’t think I would, but coming from Silas, I love it. My pussy clenches around him, and he knows I’m close. I’m panting and still gasping for air. I feel like I can’t get enough into my lungs like this.

“You going to come all over my cock, Angel? Hmm? You want me to make you see fucking stars?” He growls at me. Fuck, why is he doing this to me? He thrusts a few more times when he grabs the end of the rope and pulls. My head jerks at an awkward angle, and all the air is cut off. Silas holds the rope in his hand and brings it to my hips so he can hold onto me again. I’m panicking, but the feel of him inside of me almost outweighs that.

“Do it, Angel. Fucking come for me. Do what a dirty little whore is supposed to do,” he growls. My pussy loves his words, and that’s all I need. I come hard, lights blasting behind my eyes. I feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen when I feel Silas swell inside of me.

He comes, and I want to scream, but I can’t. Blackness starts to take hold when he releases the rope, and it shifts, loosening around my neck. I suck in the air, pulling as much in as I can.

With his cock still inside of me, Silas reaches up and pulls the rope from my neck, tossing it away. I keep my arms wrapped around his neck, breathing heavily while he runs his fingers along my spine.

“You always come so good for me, Angel.”

Chapter 7

Silas

We dropped the girls off at home so they could get ready for this damn party. It’s a Kings party, so everyone is expected to attend. It’s so that we can meet and mingle with all the princesses. It doesn’t make any fucking sense to me. We basically know who most of them are. We’ve grown up as Kings, and we’ve known who were princesses since we were young. Not that we mixed and mingled with them, because we didn’t. We had our little group, and that was all we needed. My eyes have always been on Angel, and Rylan has always wanted Tamsyn. Levi, on the other hand, has never really given a shit about who he got paired with. He doesn’t want to be paired with anyone as far as I know. He’s always been by our sides, though, ready to do whatever the fuck we want to do.

“Maybe you’ll find a fuck buddy,” Rylan teases him as we wait on the girls in front of Tamsyn’s house.

“I don’t need a fuck buddy.”

“Why the hell not?” I ask.

“If I want to fuck, it’s not that hard to get a bitch to spread her legs for me,” he says. He’s right. I’ve seen it. When Levi wants a quick fuck it doesn’t usually matter who it is because, with one little wink from him, the bitches spread their legs for him.

“So you have it made,” I tell him. He chuckles.

“I just don’t have a bitch who has my balls in the palm of her hand, like you two do.” Rylan and I both laugh now. He’s not wrong. Those girls are something else.

“You’re not lying. I feel like losing my goddamn mind every time I think about someone else touching, Syn.”

“Yeah, we gut them,” Levi adds.

“With good reason,” I add.

“Well, yeah. I just haven’t found anyone who keeps my interests that long,” Levi says.

“Not even Bianca?” Rylan asks him. Bianca is basically a whore of the princesses. She’ll fuck anything with a cock and not give two shits who it is. The girl has no standards, and I feel bad for the fuck who gets paired with her since she’s already fucked most of the Kings, including Rylan and me before we started messing with the girls.

---