Page 18 of Touchdowns and Tinsel

Sensing my discomfort, Q and another man lean over me and assist me in sitting up, my bare back slumping against the warm leather couch as my head drops slightly and my hair falls in my face.

"Meaning, you do what we fucking tell you, what we want, no matter what. The word no isn't in our vocabulary for the time we're here."

A tiny smirk twitches along my lips, and I try hard to force it away so they don't see it. I don't want them to know just how twisted I really am inside and that everything they're telling me is turning me on and pushing the fear out of my mind. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"What's it going to be, Noelle? Are you ready to give up control, or do you want to stay stuck in misery and eventually drown in the darkness that seems to follow you wherever yougo?" Q asks me, seemingly taking the lead over the group, temptation in his voice.

I glance around the living room, briefly locking gazes with all four masked men, desperate to know who they really are. Each one gives me a different feeling, but all four have me wanting to drop to my knees and submit to their commands, and I'm not even ashamed to admit it—maybe out loud, but not in my head.

"Can you take your masks off? Am I allowed to know who you are before anything happens?" I wonder, hoping they say yes.

"No, not going to fucking happen," the short one says, shaking his head.

"He's right, Noelle," Q seconds, tilting his head while watching the expression on my face. "You will never know who we are, even after Christmas is over. One day, no names, no faces, anything goes," he elaborates, standing firm in his decision.

Although a little disappointed with their answer, I nod my head, accepting the terms of our arrangement. "Fine, I'm ready to give up my control," I admit, squeezing my eyes shut as the words spill from my mouth, afraid to see the look of disgust in their eyes that I assume will be there.

I take a couple deep breaths before opening my eyes, and when I do, I gasp softly as only Q stands before me. I look around to see where the others went, but there's no trace of them, and the close proximity of me and the man who made this possible has my heart racing inside my chest.

"It's just you and me now, Noelle, and I'm about to show you just how much of a mistake you just fucking made."

eight

Cole

Iknew my stepmother would give into the things she's been craving the most. And the little game she played pretending to think about it had me hysterical on the inside. I knew what she was going to say before she did. I know every fucking thing about her now anyway.

Standing in front of her as she sits on the couch, naked and bound, I don't even bother trying to hide the bulge in my pants from my hard cock. And every so often, when a moment of silence stretches between us, I can see her curious, icy blue eyes darting to look at it. She thinks she recovers quick enough to where I don't catch her, but she's still too fucking slow for my hawk-like eyes.

Without a word, I drop to my knees in front of her, grabbing the blindfold I took off her once already. I hold it up, grinning beneath my mask, my eyes staring into hers with an unreadable look I know she can't decipher.

"Please don't put that back on me," she begs, pouting her lips like I could give a fuck about what she wants.

I may have told her that tonight was about her and her desires and fantasies, but I fucking lied. Tonight is all about me and what the fuck I want, which was always the plan from the start.

"Did you already forget the fucking rules, Noelle? You have no say in what happens or what we do to you, so you might as well stop that shit right now." I roughly grab her throat and yank her toward me, sliding the blindfold back over her eyes, and then I take my mask off so I can finally taste how fucking sinful her cunt is.

I eagerly push her thighs apart, her feet still bound, and lower my head between them. My fingers dig painfully into her flesh as my tongue darts out from between my lips, giving her cunt a long, slow lick from bottom to top.

"Ahh," she moans, her legs already trembling.

I ignore the whimpers coming from her lips and dive tongue first into her slick hole, her wetness coating my tongue in a thick layer.

I slide it out and curl it around her clit, feeling the swollen nub pulse against my taste buds while her body spasms from the foreign sensation. Spreading her lips, I push two fingers into her, twisting them in a corkscrew motion that drives her fucking wild.

Just a taste, that's all I wanted. But I'm finding it hard as fuck to pull my mouth away from her cunt. Thrusting my fingers between her walls, I suck and nip at her clit, feeling a gush of warm fluid coat my fingers as I curl them against her spot.

My cock screams at me, begging to feel her cunt wrapped around it. Finally, I manage to pull my mouth away from her warmth and yank my fingers out in one swift motion, causing another desperate whimper to spew from her mouth.

"Q," she moans breathlessly, a hint of begging in her tone. "Don't stop."

"You don't make the rules, Noelle," I remind her, getting to my feet.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I hoist her over my shoulder, her bare ass pointed toward the ceiling. Knowing the guys are in their rooms waiting for their turn with her, I take her to my room, locking the door once we're inside.

I throw her onto the bed, nothing gentle about it, and then hastily drop my pants and shed my shirt, standing naked before her while the blindfold still covers her eyes so she can't see anything—but most importantly, so she can't see who I am.

"Turn around and get on your fucking knees," I bark, pumping my cock a few good times, ready to slide inside of her.

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