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“So fucking wet for us,” King said. “Look at you sucking my fingers back into that ass. Fuck.”

She whimpered, looking uncomfortable.

“Let him in, Little One. Let him get that ass ready for us.” I grabbed onto King’s hips, pulling him back, meeting him thrust for thrust.

She closed her eyes.

“KEEP… your fucking eyes open,” I growled. “I want to look at you while King makes you come, we need you nice and wet for what we are about to do to you.”

She yelled, pulling on her restraints, rolling her hips again as her body shook. I was on the edge of an orgasm when I pulledout of King. We weren’t ready to come just yet. We needed to come in her, together.

9

Ally

King lapped at my pussy as aftershocks coursed through my body. I jerked, extremely sensitive and ready for a nap when I tried pulling away from him. He kissed my clit, sliding his finger out of my ass. It left me feeling empty, but if I had to guess where this night would go then it was them inside of me together.

I shivered in anticipation, wondering how the hell I was going to survive these two. Maybe I didn’t want to survive. Death by sex with King and Boogie was more appealing than going back to my shitty life.

King got up from the bed leaving me feeling exposed in a weird way. Their bodies were magnificent. I thought an Adonis belt was the stuff of legends, but here it was in front of me, and mouthwatering as fuck. Their tattoos only added to their appeal and Boogie's mask gave me a chill of fear. My stomach clenched in arousal glancing at their cocks and the piercing that went through Boogie’s, only made me more excited. I was going to be sore tomorrow.

“Scene change, Little One,” Boogie said, leaning over me as King left the room. “Do not touch the mask.”

I nodded, the fear of our earlier words reminded me why they were talked about so much. They were wild, unhinged and they always did what needed to be done.

He was tense, cutting my ties like he was waiting for me to disobey him. I stayed still, keeping my gaze down so he knew I wasn’t going to try anything. Something about his mask bugged me, not that I didn’t like it, but I wondered what the reason behind it was and I had a feeling it wasn’t anything good.

Once the zip tie fell off, he rubbed my wrist, causing me to flinch. They were a little raw from me pulling on the restraints. He was gentle with me, which confused me and it made my heart stutter. Once he rubbed them, he snapped on a furry cuff pulling me up and snapping the other on my hand behind my back. We were chest to chest, his heat was delicious, but I couldn’t look at him.

“You scared?” he taunted.

“No,” I lied.

“You won’t even look at me, Little One,” he said, tilting my chin up.

“I don’t want you to be self-conscious or think I’m going to disobey,” I said. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

I looked away wondering what set him off last time. I was curious about what was underneath. I wasn’t going to suggest taking it off, but I was imagining what he was hiding.

“You were worried about making me uncomfortable?” His voice sounded unsure.

I nodded. He climbed off the bed and opened a drawer, giving me a view of his back and his big ass. A tattoo covered most of his back; it looked like a scarecrow, but just the eyes and the sharp teeth. It was terrifying but it suited him. He turned around then sat on the bed. I expected to see a toy or another restraint, not a face mask for me. My body reacted immediately, breaking out into a cold sweat, my heart beat faster and I wasfinding it hard to breathe. The handcuffs felt more constricting, the room was closing in on me.

“Little One!”

I looked over to Boogie and King who were staring at me. Shame hit me like a freight train and I wanted to leave immediately. I thought I had gotten over my fear of having something over my eyes.

“Please don’t put that on me, it’s—it’s—” I stumbled over my words feeling even more embarrassed. “I— I don’t like not being able to see. It’s a hard limit for me.”

Boogie cocked his head to the side, my face felt hotter as he studied me. Shame blanketed me as I bit my lip from trembling which inevitably led to me crying. This night was turning out to be awful.

“Ok, we don’t have to put it on,” King said, and I noticed he didn’t have make-up on.

Oh, fuck my life. Goddammit, why did he have to be so fucking good looking. I knew he was hot, I mean his whole attitude did it for me and I knew he was attractive, but sweet baby Jesus did he have to be my wet dream. It seemed life didn’t think I was embarrassed enough and now I wanted to hide in a hole until they forgot about me, and I could leave.

“Do you want to continue without the mask?” Boogie asked, cocking his head to the other side like he was trying to figure me out.

King leaned over the bed to get closer to me, pinching my chin as he searched my face for what he was looking for.

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