Page 24 of Last Breath

I don’t care anymore. I guess I stopped caring when I lost my freedom and became her slave. They’re right. Her untimely death has finalized my release.

“Malachi, I want her too,” Salem calls out in a warning tone behind us.

Pushing off Malachi’s chest, I stand away from the two. “Am I a commodity to be traded? Don’t I have a choice?”

I’m suddenly upset and confused. I’m messed in the head if I’m being honest. Less than twenty-four hours ago, I was changing elderly diapers, eating beets, dealing with a gun-toting octogenarian, and two intruders that pushed their way into my home. Now her dead body is strewn across the floor, there’s blood everywhere, discarded food, and me—happily gripping the cock of one of the men I heard fucking the other upstairs last night.

The worst part, I’m breathless and dangerously approaching a point of wanton. Neither man is trying to force themselves on me, but I’m so needy that I wouldn’t turn them down if they did.

Malachi leans on the counter, his pants loose, his hardened cock causing his pants to protrude. “Joy, you have more power than you know.”

How easy it would be to deny them? I could grab the knife, run to the gun and kill them both. But I don’t want to. In a dark and sadistic way, Iwantwhat they offer.

Moving through the sticky floor, stepping to stand chest to chest with me, Malachi kisses me again. It’s not as greedy, but still scrumptious. His tongue moves in a way that is soft, yet commanding. His hands search out the soft skin of my waist, moving lower and lower until he reaches the hair covering my lower lips. Feeling his way around, arousing me inch by inch, I grip Malachi’s dick tight again.

Dipping his head to lick my nipples, I revel in the pinching and biting. Stepping up behind me, pulling on my hair, causing my back to bow, Salem turns me toward him. “Lie down, Joy.”

Doing as asked, directed by my hair, I lay down. With Malachi following me to the floor, we lay in a sticky mess of blood, eggs, and toast. Trailing kisses down my body, his soft touches, his commanding control and loving care of me takes over my sanity. Nothing else matters but my need to have more.

I should care, I know I should…

I don’t.

Pushing his hands into the blood, he coats his palms in it and paints me. Licking and sucking his way down my body until he reaches the curls that house my raging need, his tongue dips in between. Parting the skin, discovering the surface like a map, he plots out what makes me feel good. As I whimper and squeal, I notice that Salem hasn’t joined. Standing to the side, arms crossed and eyes as wide as saucers, he watches as Malachi plies my arousal right out of me. I find it slightly strange to have him watching, but I also find it hot as hell.

Concentrating on a particular spot, I feel my body heating up from whatever it is that Malachi’s doing. It’s superb, it’s sublime, and as my body bows off the floor. I feel as if the world has stopped spinning. Licking and sucking my sensitive core, Malachi is able to cause my release again and again with a talent I’ve never known. Every nerve is firing, every pore in my body is sated, and as my pussy pulses with aftershocks, he lifts his mouth from me.

Wiping the edges of his mouth, coming away with more blood on his face than he had, that sick grin is erotic.

“That was enjoyable. I’ll be doing that again,” he says, rising slightly. Shimmying his pants toward the slick floor, he stops.

“Sal?” he says with a quizzical look.

Tilting my head back to look at Salem, I see his hand is firmly planted on his cock. Stroking it in long movements, his expression is tight and murderous.

“Salem, love, would you like a taste?” Malachi asks, stepping back slightly.

“No, not a taste.”

Walking around, helping Malachi off the floor, the two kiss deeply and passionately. The high from my orgasm started to die off, but as I watch with a renewed sense of anticipation for their contact, I’m excited to see them together.

Grasping each other’s cocks, stroking in soft and harsh moves, I enjoy their intimate moment. Pulling back, Salem’s pants pool to the floor as he turns to me. Kneeling in front of me, I expect the same tongue lashing. I’m not sure my body can take it, but I’m anxious to see if it can.

Bending at the hips, he kisses me, the taste of myself and Malachi melding in our mouths. His tongue is soft and sweet, not rough and greedy like the kiss from Mal.

Whispering by my ear, he says, “You’re ours now, Joy. No one will ever treat you as anything less than a queen.” Looking me deep in the eyes, I’m not feeling rushed, but I am fearful of their expectations. I’m not sure how my life changed so drastically. I’ve gone from a prisoner in my own life to a woman who’s been freed. I’m tongue fucked. I’ve watched two men kissing and touching each other, and now I’m about to be enjoyed further.

“Do you want me, Joy? Do you want us?”

With a slight nod of my head, I answer, “Yes.” And as Salem enters my body, all reason leaves.

“No one but me will ever be here.” He slams his cock deep inside of me. “They do, and it’s their death.”

Looking at Mal, I see there’s a silent vow being spoken between the two.

“No one,” Malachi states, agreeing to the arrangement.

As I fall apart to his barrage on my body, I revel in the release that follows.

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