Page 33 of The Devils of Saint City

I’m completely unable to break my fall. I think I’m reaching out to brace myself, but I crash face first into the ground.

I can’t move a fucking muscle. “What did you do?” I rush out, eyes darting around trying to find them. “What did you give me?”

“It’s called Sway,” Manson explains, grabbing me under the arms and pulling me up into a sort of sitting position. I start to slump the moment he lets me go. “Shit. Uhh, yeah. It’s Provost Creed’s proudest achievement. Don’t ask me how he did it, but he — or some shady fucking chemists he paid, I don’t know — figured out the formula. It targets the part of your brain in charge of muscle control. You’re not paralyzed, your brain just can’t send signals to your arms and legs until it wears off. You’ll still feel pain, pleasure, and be able to talk and move your head, but that’s about it. Makes a great interrogation tool.”

I bet it does. He’s right though, I feel the little spots of pain throughout my body from the fall, feel my heart thundering wildly in my chest — but I can’t do anything at all. “Why?” I ask, voice breaking. “I did what you wanted this morning. I let you put the cuffs back on. I’ve been good.”

“You have,” Asher replies. “And this isn’t a punishment. We want to play.” His eyes look a little wider, pupils blown as he regards me, and I immediately know it’s because he has complete control of me like this. He looks... excited.

Maybe it’s really not a punishment.

It sure feels like one as they pick my limp body off the ground and carry me to Manson’s bedroom, though.

“You said it makes a great interrogation tool,” I repeat. “Does that mean you torture people with this?”

Neither of them respond until I’m laying naked on his down comforter and they’re looming over me. Ash leans in, sliding some stray hair behind my ear, and then he meets my gaze. “Do you really want to know?”

Probably not, at least until this shit wears off. But if that’s what their idea of “play” is...

Terror explodes in my chest that I try to bite back. “Just please don’t use fire,” I whisper. “Please.”

“This is why we should’ve talked to her first,” Manson mumbles.

Surprisingly, Asher nods in agreement. “Yeah, maybe. We won’t use fire.” Something akin to regret flashes across his face, but he’s blinking it away the moment his fingers pinch my nipple.

Manson sighs, leaning over so I can see his face better. “What he meant to say is that we won’t be torturing you at all. Right, you big brute?”

“Yeah... that’s what I meant.”

They share a look before Manson is backing away toward his closet, and when he returns with a vibrator, I have to wonder how long they’ve had it. I don’t have the balls to ask.

But it does make me extremely curious what they’re doing here. “Is that for me?”

“We have to get you nice and wet so you can take what we’re going to do tonight.” When he clicks it on I’m reminded of the fact that I can’t move a muscle. Asher positions my legs so they’re wide, both of them staring down at my pussy like they’re starved, and I realize I’m in way over my head here.

I can’t squirm away or make them stop. There’s absolutely nothing I can do to lessen the pressure or hide from an orgasm, and honestly?

I think that makes me wet enough on its own. I might’ve agreed to this willingly if they’d have talked to me first.

I might’ve even begged for it.

“You’re gonna do it again, aren’t you?” I ask breathlessly. “Both of you in my pussy at once.”

The expression on both of their faces when they meet each other’s eyes answers for them. “How does that make you feel? You’ll be awake this time.”

Manson presses the vibe to my clit and then takes it away, making me gasp. “I—”

Fuck, he’s right. I won’t be able to hide behind my disorder this time. Whatever enjoyment I get, whatever I say out loud, it’s all me. It’s all real, and they’ll know it.

Fuck it. I can’t do anything to stop them, so why not enjoy it? Especially since this isn’t a punishment now, but it could quickly become one. I saw how disappointed Asher looked when I told him he wasn’t allowed to burn me again.

“Okay. Yes, okay. Fuck.”

“Good girl,” Manson growls, pressing it to my clit again as Asher takes off his shirt and tosses it aside.

“How does it feel to be under Sway? Do you feel vulnerable?”

Knowing my step-brother I know exactly what answer he wants to hear — and for once, I give it to him.

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