Page 55 of Entombed In Sin

BEATRIX

Imay not be high on Molly, but I’m pretty sure I’m drunk on power.

“My Pretty Doll. I should’ve brought outfits down from the house to dress you up.” The sound Knox makes, like he enjoys the idea, makes me laugh. “I like to shop online. Maybe after this, if you’re not too upset, I’ll show you my favorite websites.”

My giggling is about as uncontrollable as Knox’s heavy moans and eye rolls. Everything about this moment is wrong. Yet I can’t find it in me to care. I lean down and place my cheek over Knox’s frantically beating heart. My pussy clenches around nothing, looking for some relief.

I trace his areola, then giggle as he sucks in a sharp breath. He holds it for a long moment before letting it out. The sound is shaky as it escapes from his nose. I tweak his nipple next. This is too much fun. It’s not fair. I should stop.

I already told myself when I slipped the paralytic into Knox’s drink that this was just so I could play with a life-sized doll. It was something he couldn’t get mad at. He himself had mentioned wanting to try blending not all that long ago, and he said he liked my work when he looked at my clients on the wall. Really, it was a win-win for both of us.

But when I got him onto the table, I couldn’t resist cutting off his clothes. I mean, why not demean him a bit? He left me naked in a coffin, after all. Climbing up on him was a mistake, though. I could’ve easily lowered the table to work on Knox. I do it all the time with the bodies that come in here.

Yet I felt emboldened. Knox can’t yell at me, push me off, or threaten to hurt me—so why not? My whole life has consisted of other people dictating what I should and shouldn’t do, controlling me in their own ways. Today is different. Knox is mine to play with however I wish. Why shouldn’t I take what I want? Anyone else would in this situation.

My body feels hot. So terribly hot. My pussy flutters, searching anxiously for relief as this heady feeling of control turns to fierce, scalding-hot desire. I giggle as I stroke Knox’s arms, and he groans beneath me. I love this. My giggles shift into a soft whimper as my core spasms again. I need to be filled. That would assuage the ache between my legs.

I blame Sagan and Thatcher for this desperation to be filled. Before them, I never considered sex. Not really, at least. With how much others took advantage of me, my body never warmed to the idea of searching for companionship. Now, however, I’m ravenous for dick. Just the thought of sinking down onto Knox’s cock steals my breath and sends a shudder of need through me.

Impishly, I peer over my shoulder. I tell myself it’s just to take a quick look at what he’s packing. And I’m only going as far as he had. Knox had a full view of my pussy while I fingered myself for him on camera. Why shouldn’t I be able to do this?

To my surprise, Knox’s dick is standing at full mast. I pause, surprised that he’s hard. Is he… no. There’s no way he’s feeling just as hot and needy as I am. He’s supposed to be uncomfortable right now. Could this be a side effect of the drugs in his system? My breath catches as I study his length and how stiff and red he is. What’s more shocking, however, is the jewelrylining the head of his dick. Before I can stop myself, curiosity has me wiggling down his body so that I’m straddling his upper thighs to get a better look at what Knox has done to himself.

There are six round studs positioned evenly around the tip of his dick. Embedded in them are gems of all colors. They practically sparkle in the sterile light. These are what I had seen glinting in the light in Knox’s room the night I’d peered in on him and Thatcher. I hadn’t gotten a good view of his dick then, but now I understand.

“Knox… what is all of this?” I ask breathlessly.

Unable to stop myself, I reach forward and twist one of the studs. Knox lets out a hearty moan and his face flushes a deep red.

“That feels good?” I can’t believe it, yet his dick twitches in earnest when I do it again.

What would those feel like inside me? Or if I rubbed up against him? My gaze flickers to Knox’s face. His dazed expression is pointed upward at the ceiling, but I’m sure he’s well aware of me sitting here looking at his dick. I want to know more about these piercings. Are they more for him, or for his partners? I think of Sagan and Thatcher and wonder if they enjoy them.

I don’t know how I manage to wiggle off my panties, and I don’t quite remember when I hitched up my dress, but suddenly, my pussy is pressing down and sliding against Knox’s veiny length.

“Oh…” I breathe, my eyes rolling up into the back of my head. “Knox.”

When my clit gets to the round studs, it creates a strange and amazing sensation. The sound I make as a whisper of pleasure dances up my spine is a softer echo of the ones Knox has been making this whole time.

Of the sound he’s making now.

Spurred on by his noises, I continue to grind. My breathing hitches. Knox’s lap grows wet with my arousal as it drips around him. With so much natural lubrication, my hips slide unhindered and smooth. It feels good, I can’t deny that. But is it enough to get me off? I lay my body over Knox’s and press my ear to his heart. I can hear it galloping. Turning my head, I press a kiss to the middle of his chest.

“Don’t be mad at me Knox; I can’t resist,” I beg softly as I press my pelvis down harder against his erection, my breathing becoming ragged. “I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

He makes another sound. I can’t quite tell what this one means, but when I slow, it grows louder. Is it… a protest? An encouragement? I highly doubt it’s the latter, but then again, I’m not really in a great state of mind to distinguish between the two.

I sit up with a sigh. This is too far. As much as my body aches to finish what I’ve started, I know it’s wrong.

Just as I straighten, the door to the preparation room opens. My body tenses in surprise, then I grow even more rigid when Thatcher and Sagan stroll into the room. Thatcher looks murderous, his face pink with fury. Dark brows are pinched together, and the tendons in his neck have popped out. His heavy footsteps falter and his expression slackens, however, when his gaze slides over the scene before him. Sagan pauses just inside the room, behind his brother. The way his brows raise ever so slightly and his mouth twitches tells me I’ve surprised him. Both Hunts look from me to Knox and then they’re back to scrutinizing me once more.

“Want to tell me what you’re doing with Knox, Little Sister?” Thatcher asks in an eerily calm voice. “I seriously hope, for your sake, he’s not dead.”

An unexpected, explosive rage erupts in the middle of my chest. Its intensity is staggering and momentarily wipes thedesire and jubilance from my system. My back stiffens and my face heats as I level both twins with a hard glare.

How dare they stroll in here and ruin things for me? These two can kill whoever the hell they want. It doesn’t matter to the Hunt twins if they’d be wrong by an individual or not. Knoxburied me alive. He deserves whatever the hell I put him through—death or anything between. My expression must’ve given away my feelings because Thatcher’s eyes narrow on my face as he takes a menacing step forward.

“Beatrix, start talking.Now.”

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