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That is, until he pulls away, and I swallow harshly. “P-please,” I whisper, begging for something—what, I don’t know.

“Aw, look at her. Begging for mercy at our hands. We’re not knights in shining armor,docka,we’re your worst nightmares come to life,” Zack taunts.

I watch as his hand wraps around Eros’s cock, stroking him slowly, causing an earth-shattering groan to slip out of him. My body is begging for the orgasm I so cruelly was denied, but I’m observing as Zack pleasures Eros, his spine tightening.

“Good boy,” I hear him whisper in his ear, causing Eros to whimper, and it’s the most seductive thing I’ve ever seen.

There’s darkness lingering between the two of them, yet they’re a match in hell, made from the devil’s spawn. I can see the shiver running down Eros’s spine as Zack stands behind, his own hips bucking against Eros’s ass while his veiny hands are wrapped around his length.

I’m on my knees, the air brushing against my pussy making me even more desperate to feel them both against me, but there’s something mesmerizing in watching their dynamic together. They’ve done this before.

With each stroke, Zack increases the pressure, and Eros leans back, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure builds into a crescendo. His spine tightens as Zack works him faster, both of their groans filling the atmosphere with a sensuality.

“Don’t stop,” Eros whispers.

But just when he’s about to finally give in to the pleasure, Zack denies him that just like they did to me. I grin at him, not understanding what has come over me.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” Eros growls, slowly stalking toward me.

His hand slaps against my pussy again, making me whimper. I stare at his straining cock, throbbing with the need for release, just as my own pussy is. I’m dripping, desperate for them.

“Needy little whore,” he taunts as he slaps my pussy once again. I nearly fall forward from the pain mixed with pleasure.

“That’s enough,” Zack orders, eyes dark.

My neck is starting to strain from looking behind me so much, but I don’t care. I watch as Zack walks up to Eros, palming his ass.

Then, he grabs a belt, walking up to me with a twisted grin on his mouth. “You don’t deserve your freedom,” he whispers seductively.

He forces my arms together, securing his belt around both with enough pressure to make it hurt. Then, he pushes me forward, until I can’t resist what he’s doing. I find myself laid over the mattress, my arms pinned beneath me, my ass raised in the air and my legs drawn back.

I can no longer see what they’re doing as they’re right behind me, but I hear the sound of the other belt as it clinks against something.

Before I know it, a sharp smack and a pain on my ass reverberates through me.

“Did you just fucking spank my ass?” I shriek, anger mixingwith fear.

I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into, but I know that I can’t stop now. I’m too far gone.

One of them spanks me again, and again, until my ass is burning and the wetness pools between my thighs. A cool material brushes against my skin as it’s tied around my ankles, leaving me exposed, fully baring my ass and pussy for their liking.

Panic sets in. I feel trapped with a murderer, nowhere to escape. The weight of reality crashes down on me as I struggle to break free.

“Stop, let go of me,” I plead, but they don’t.

“Shh,docka, you’re not going anywhere. You sold your soul to the devils, and now you’re paying the price.”

A cock presses against me, probing my slick entrance as one of them pushes in. From the tattooed hands that are placed beside my head, I realize it’s Eros.

He thrusts inside me, making me scream from the intrusion.

“That’s it. Deep breaths. We’re going to make you feel so good.”

The resolve leaves my body as I give in to the pleasure he offers.

“Are you ready, my good pup?” Zack asks, and I feel Eros tense above me.

“Yes, master,” he groans, sending another wave of shivers coursing through me.

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