Page 175 of Tis the Season to be Bullied

As soon as Mason takes the belt off Nim’s head, she screams, rendering further discussion with Silas impossible. I nod toward her, and he turns to watch as Mason swipes a thumb over her lips and laughs.

“Look into it when we get back,” I tell him.

He just nods—his attention is already diverted to Nim. Amazing how she holds such fascination for us. I’ve never seen Silas intrigued with anything that had tits, and Mason tires so quickly of girls he’s never fucked the same one twice.

After what happened with Amy, I don’t allow myself to be intimate with girls anymore.

Silas and I walk over to Mason and Nim. He’s got my belt looped, brushing it against Nim’s cheek, following her when she recoils. The front of Mason’s jacket is gaping open, leaving little of her curvy body to the imagination. When we get closer, her eyes latch first onto Silas, and then me.Defiance flares in them as we cluster around her. She sits back on her heels to put distance between us, but I don’t like that one bit. If I want herclose enough to feel her breath on my fucking body, then that’s where she’ll stay.

I grab my belt from Mason’s hand, sling it around her neck and slip it through the buckle. I don’t fasten it, because now it’s a choke chain. If she pulls away, it tightens. If she stays still, then it’s loose enough for her to breathe.

Her lips tremble, but she quickly bites down on them as if she doesn’t want to show us just how terrified she is.

Pity. I might have gone a little easier on her.

I smile, and she cringes back for a second before straightening, coughing quietly.

Who am I kidding? She’ll get no mercy from me.

“You’ve been a bad little bitch,” I tell her, pulling on the belt. Her bound hands come up to grab onto my wrists, but all I have to do is tut and she lets go. “It’s time you made it up to us.”

“Let me guess. You want me to suck your dick,” she says dryly. “But I’ll need a magnifying glass if you want me to find?—”

I snap the belt, and she bobs forward. She grabs the top of my thighs to stop her from crashing face-first into my crotch. Her touch sends a tiny shudder through me. It’s been a while since I’ve had a girl’s hands on me and hers are particularly dainty...particularly girly. I’m starting to understand what gets Mason so hot under the collar. We’re giants compared with her small frame. Mason especially would probably crush her if he tried fucking her.

“Every time you disrespect us, we’ll punish you,” I tell her.

Silas reaches out and grabs her hair in a fist. “She’s not all that bright, Knox,” he says, tipping her head back until her neck is taut. “The only way she’s going to learn is if we teach her.”

“Good idea,” Mason says, moving behind her. “I think we’ll start with the basics.” He slides a hand over her jaw, caressing her almost sensually for a moment. Her eyelashes flutter as she tries to look at him, but with Silas’s grip on her hair she can’tturn her head even an inch to the side. “Can you pull down Knox’s fly, baby girl? Go on, give it a try.” From his tone, she’s just learned to walk and still keeps falling down every few steps.

Even beneath his baggy jacket, I can see her perky little tits heaving as she takes one furious breath after the other.

“Fuck you,” she spits out, tugging her face away and then flinching in pain when Silas tightens his hand in her hair.

Silas shoves a hand down the front of her body and pinches her nipple. Nim gasps and tries to get away from his touch, but she’s trapped between the two of them. Tears brim in her eyes when he finally releases her, but there’s also anger.

Fuck, that gets me so hard my dick is starting to ache.

“Let’s try again,” Mason says patiently. “Open Knox’s fly and take out his dick.”

Nim’s hands tremble, but I suppose she really didn’t like having her nipple pinched because she reaches out and slowly unbuttons my jeans, then pulls down my zipper.

My engorged dick slaps her in the face when it springs out of my jeans. She gasps and tries to push back. But when Silas twists his hand in her hair, her eyes flutter with pain and she stays where she is as my dick bobs less than an inch away from her mouth.

“Get those lips nice and wet,” I tell her. “I don’t want to fuck a dry mouth.”

Nim hesitates, and then looks up at me.

My cock gets twice as hard from the hatred blazing in her hazel eyes. Slowly, maliciously, she licks her lips with the point of her tongue. Mason sinks down onto his knees beside her, but still manages to tower a foot over her small body.

“That’s it,” he purrs, sliding a hand down the front of her body. “Who’s my good girl?”

I watch his hand go between her legs, and Nim’s eyelashes flutter before she forces her eyes open wide.

“Now suck him,” Mason whispers into her ear like the fucking devil he is.

But Nim doesn’t take me into her mouth. She glares up at me with fluttering lashes as Mason toys with her cunt.

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