Page 75 of The Silencer

“What do you have to tell me?” he asks, and Bane sighs.

“Can’t think when my dick is this hard, Boss. Won’t make much sense. Something about your boy gets my gears going.”

Anthony tugs on my hair, pulling me off his cock. My lips are swollen, my eyes watering. It’s only now that I realize my pajama pants are still down, my ass exposed. But I make no move to pull them up. Bane can look if he wants.

And really, Anthony makes these choices for me. And I love it when he commands me like this.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks me again, and I lick my lips.

“You,” I whisper and he nods, pushing me back onto his cock, nearly choking me with it this time. His pace is brutal and the noises I’m making, the gurgling gags as he punches the back of my throat with his cock have Bane moaning in the corner. Neither are speaking right now.

Anthony is giving him a show, letting Bane see who owns me.

“Fuck, you two are so hot,” Bane moans. “All you need is a little blood…some knife play…”

“Shut up, Bane, before I cut your tongue out,” Anthony clips out, his legs starting to tremble. “Tatum, don’t swallow. You keep me inside that hot little mouth,” he commands, and I groan at the thought. I have no idea what he wants me to do with his cum, but I’m here for it apparently.

His fingers tighten on me and then with a low moan his cock twitches in my mouth.

“Don’t you fucking swallow,” he bites out as he shakes beneath me. His orgasm is endless, my cheeks almost bulging from the amount of cum he’s spilling into me.

“Shit, Boss. That’s, oh fuck, that’s impressive,” Bane murmurs and then lets out a manic little laugh.

“You hear that, Tatum,” Anthony says, his voice low and dangerous. “He’s impressed.”

As soon as his cock slips from my mouth, he tugs my hair, forcing my gaze to his once more. My vision swims, and I feel some cum dribble from the corner of my mouth.

“Empty this on his cock. Show him what a good boy you are for me. Then come back here.”

I nod, pushing myself up on wobbly arms and stumbling toward Bane, who is watching us with a shimmering stare, spread out on a chair. I notice that he has blood on his neck and part of his shirt, but I ignore it. I just grab on to the arms of the chair and lean over, letting Anthony’s cum spill from my mouth onto his uncut dick.

Bane groans and then continues to work himself into a frenzy. I watch the slick of it slide down his length for a second before tripping my way back to Anthony. Before I get into bed, I kick off my pajama bottoms and crawl between his legs, my back against his chest.

“I’m a lucky fucking duck. Have the best boss,” Bane moans and then I hear his hand speed up, the squelch of Anthony’s release sliding across Bane’s cock.

“Fuck yes!” he shouts and then I hear him grunt.

But I’m not paying much attention to him. My eyes are closed and I’m just relishing the fact that Anthony is holding me, his hands sliding languidly up and down my chest, stopping occasionally to pluck at my nipples.

“Oh fuck, that was real nice. I feel better,” Bane says with a laugh. I listen as he zips his pants up and hops to his feet. One of my eyes pops open, and I peer at him before shutting it again.

“Now. Tell me. What did they say?” Anthony asks, his voice gruff, his hands gently stroking across my skin.

“Oh, fuck a duck. Right. That’s why I’m here. Those fuckers were hired out by Douglas Kennedy.”

“Thought so.”

“Didn’t take much to get them talking. They have no stamina. None. Saved their tongues for you too.”

“Hm. Good.”

“Can I keep playing with them?” Bane asks, and Anthony nods.

“I’ll be down tomorrow morning.”

“Perfect,” he says and then moves toward the bed, stopping near us.

“Thanks for that. You two are cute together,” he says as he ruffles my hair. “My little snack.”

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