Page 16 of Deviant Secrets

“She’s not a victim. She?—”

“Yes, she was!” My fingers pulled at my locks in frustration, and bile burned the lining of my throat, wanting to tell him about that night. I wasn’t ready, and it wasn’t my story to tell. “Tonight is more than a game to me. It’s about pleasure across the board, man. Her pleasure above all else.”

“I promise you Nick. She will enjoy every second of it. We all will.” My shoulders deflated at his low tone and my heart pounded in my chest. I hadn’t the slightest clue why my body had thrown itself into survival mode. Ready to fight him if it came down to it. “Let’s get her inside and warmed up. She’s freezing.”

Now, we could move on to more important things. Although, a small pang of guilt sat in the depths of my stomach for the way I reacted.

Age is just a number, Chloe, and after tonight all you’ll crave is being bound, gagged, and fucked by two cocks who want nothing more than to worship the ground you walk on. My dick twitched at the thought of them both dominating me one day.

Jogging up the stairs of the cabin, I reached around and flicked on the lights, holding the door open with one foot for King to bring her in. The cabin embraced us with its inviting heat, completely different from the chaos of the night. My breathing slowed, returning to normal as a wave of safety engulfed me.

It wasn’t hard to understand why she liked this place so much. I never really got to enjoy things I loved. My brother got everything, and here I was, stuck with the scraps. When my parents passed, everything went to him, which was fine. I didn’t want the blood money anyway.

I met King at fourteen and we’ve been friends since, throwing ourselves into sports and petty trouble. Lord knew an athletic scholarship would be the only way this guy was getting into any sort of collegiate program.

She’d sit in the stands with my family, never realizing every goal was dedicated to her. The stares, subtle hand brushes, and smart-ass remarks. Maybe she did and sat in denial. Who knows?

Her reputation was everything to her, the career woman. She won gold once, and she always flourished when dancing across the ice, and I loved watching every jump she landed smoothly. It destroyed her when she had been forced to quit.

Staying away was the only option for me as well. Coming back would only hinder her healing, but after the taste I’ve hadtonight, I’m not sure how much longer that way of thinking will satisfy me.

Stuffing the mask in the back of my pants, a thump sounded from behind me, bringing me out of my thoughts. King had set her on top of the table in the kitchen, laying her flat along the lacquered wood.

“Watch her, I gotta piss and shower before she wakes up,” he grumbled. Each stair creaked under his weight until he made it to the top and the lock on the bathroom door clicked.

Heading toward her, it wasn’t hard to notice how her skin glistened with sweat and mud. Proof of her struggle, and will to power through.

Blood trickled down her split lip and my face flushed with heat as it sat against her skin, painting her like the most beautiful decoration. Frankly, I was surprised at how fast she ran tonight.

“So beautiful.” My fingers trembled as I brushed a strand of hair from her sticky face. She looked so peaceful, so vulnerable.

Her breasts bounced as her chest relaxed in peaceful slumber and her matted hair splayed out over the table. Shaking the thoughts away, my eyes found the fridge where she no doubt had some form of alcohol to pass the time and keep my dick from doing things it shouldn’t in her state. I saw her drinking earlier and searched around, but my eyes kept forcing their way to her sleeping form.

No. I can’t

God, it would be so wrong, not when she’s out cold.

Not by me though…Fucking stop, still wrong…I said to myself. My eyes bulged seeing the contents of the small appliance.

“What the fuck is that?” I mumbled to myself, pulling the zucchini from the bottom shelf. What in the food grade scienceexperiment is this? This vegetable was twice the size it should’ve been, and the gears immediately started wracking my brain.

I can’t.

I fucking need to…

My cock strained painfully against my pants as I stalked over her and set it down next to her hips. He would be in the shower for a while, I had time. She could wake up and see my face. I don’t give a shit.

All I care about is the look in her eye when she realizes she’s getting fucked with nothing more than a glorified cucumber.

First, I needed a taste. I’ve been good. Grabbing her hips and pulling her ass to the edge of the table, I lowered to my knees, level with her core and licked my lips.

Dragging my fingers along her slit softly, dipping them inside to scoop out her wetness. Stretching and fingering her pussy I spread her legs wider, and dipped my head down to circle her clit. Even asleep, her body responded so beautifully to me.

Chloe knew what she wanted. Who she needed, even in her unconscious state. Adding another finger, I fucked into her greedy body as it pulsed for more.

“That’s it. So wet.” Pulling my shirt over my head, I looked her over in awe and my muscles flexed as I held her trembling thighs down. Watching with hungry eyes as she came.

“Such a Good Girl…”

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