Page 10 of Reckless Hearts

For a moment, I wonder if the softer Wes I saw before was just a dream. This time, I’m more alert, hyper-aware of everything. Have they pumped me full of something else—adrenaline, maybe? Whatever it is, the gentle side of Wes is nowhere to be found.

I sit upright, clutching the sheets close, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through me as I pull my knees to my chest. Wes stands at the foot of the bed, while Trick is beside me, both shirtless, wearing only their masks and black briefs.

My gaze flickers between them. Trick tilts his head, casually twirling a knife between his fingers. My eyes catch on an empty, discarded needle on the nightstand, leading me to suspect thatI've been drugged with something stronger than whatever liquid was soaking my underwear.

Curiosity drives me to slide a hand between my legs, and finding that I’m still intact, I conclude they haven’t touched me while I was out cold. So why the drugs?

Trick's stare is calculated. Unnerving. Though the mask hides his face entirely, the weight of his gaze is palpable, pressing down on me like a physical force. He barely moves, yet he exudes a quiet confidence that intrigues me. Despite my vulnerability from my lack of clothing, my body is thriving from the danger, my nipples puckered as they brush the cotton.

"Do you want him baby?" Wes asks, as though he can sense my lust. I nod, forcing my gaze to the black holes of Trick’s eyes, licking my lips when it travels down his torso, to the arousal tenting his black briefs. “Don’t be shy, dead girl. Tell him what you want.”

I rise to my knees, blood rushing to my head and making me dizzy. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, I peel the sheets away, letting them pool around my hips. Every part of me aches with a need to be touched, no—consumed.

“Touch me, Trick. Make me feel good,” I plead, dragging my fingernails down his colourful torso.

He reaches out, gripping me by the throat. I hiss, my neck tender from the earlier pressure, but the pain is the sweet torture I crave.

The air between us crackles with tension as his fingers trace slow circles into my skin, kneading away the soreness with deliberate care. Each touch sends electric jolts through my body, amplifying the ache between my legs. Desire pulses from him, a silent force that speaks louder than any words as he strokes me, drawing out my need with every careful motion.

He presses the tip of the knife to my throat, the cold metal biting into my skin as he drags it slowly down my chest, my navel, my pussy…

The cold, hard steel of the blade pressed flat against my clit makes my breath hitch, the stimulation sending a shudder through my body that awakens every nerve.

“Such a good, obedient little slut,” Wes says. “Is this what you want? To be used and fucked by two men at the same time? To be worshipped by us? To be completely at our mercy?”

Before I have a chance to answer, Trick pulls the knife away and sets it on the nightstand. Squeezing my throat, he throws me backwards until I’m forced onto my ass, pinned against the headboard.

Wes climbs over me, caging me in. I squirm beneath his solid body, the fear and friction making my pussy clench and my nipples ache.

“Do you want him to play with your pussy while I fuck you?” he growls, his hot, minty breath seeping through the rubber of the mask. When I nod, he presses, “Words, baby. Use those pretty words.”

My eyes flick between the two masks before settling on Trick's. “Touch my pussy,” I breathe. “Use me.”

Trick loosens his hold, his fingertips gently splaying across my neck before trailing down my throat. He pauses to brush my hair over my shoulder, while Wes runs a gloved hand across my nipples. “These tits are so fucking perfect,” he says, before giving them a quick little slap. I gasp, embracing the sting as wetness pools between my legs.

Wes lifts his mask just enough to expose his full, pink lips. Without hesitation, he draws my nipple between his teeth, the swirl of his warm tongue sending a sharp rush of electricity through me, making my breath catch.

I gasp as he swiftly moves to the other side, his touch growing more insistent. Each flick of his tongue sends waves of pleasure and urgency through me, making my pulse race.

Kneeling over me, Wes retreats, peeling the remaining sheet down my skin, exposing inch after inch of naked flesh, clammy and prickled with goosebumps as he descends my body. Trick’s fingertips follow the path the sheets have left behind, exploring each newly exposed curve. His hand dips between my legs, eliciting a whimper.

“Such a pretty piece of flesh,” Wes murmurs as he kneels by the edge of the bed, spreading my knees apart. He produces my phone once again. “You need to see how perfect you are.”

He angles the camera towards me, panning it over my body, while Trick’s fingers trail over my stomach. Everything feels sharp and new, my consciousness reaching new heights, my awareness fine-tuned to every sensation running through my body.

“Be a good girl and crawl to me, baby.”

I crawl to the edge of the bed, tucking my legs beneath me. Wes kneels before me, while Trick resumes his position beside me. I crane my neck to face Trick as his hands roam my body—palms splayed across my stomach and breasts, the leather soft and warm on my nipples as he tugs them between his fingers, then slides his hand back up to wrap around my throat.

His fingers trace my bottom lip before sliding inside my mouth, hooking me behind my bottom teeth. I run my tongue along the backs of his fingers and bite down softly, intoxicated by the addictive, hypnotic energy he radiates. I'm completely captivated. I want to kiss his mask, but more than that, I want to kiss the man behind it.

As I reach for it, he flinches and pulls back. Perhaps he’s not ready to reveal himself. Yet, despite the rules I’ve set for myself,I find the boundaries blurring, my desire pushing me to break them.

If he won’t show his face, the least I can do is make sure his cock makes an appearance.

Reaching behind, I palm him through his briefs, eliciting an unexpected, muffled growl that sends a wave of need through my pussy and drives me to continue my pursuit.

There’s something almost innocent about stroking a guy through his underwear; it makes me feel virginal and pure, as if I’m rediscovering the thrill of exploring a male body. The thought of him coming this way drives me wild, and I’m tempted to see just how far I can take it. But my thoughts scatter when he removes his fingers from my mouth and presses them between my legs, making me moan through gritted teeth.

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