Page 47 of Masked Mayhem

“Goddamn,” I murmur, trying to hold back the primal urge to simply take her right here and now.

This isn’t just about pleasure anymore; it’s about claiming her in a way that ensures she knows who she belongs to. And tonight, she fucking belongs to us—Cade and me.

Cade’s hands roam possessively around her waist, fingers splayed across her hips and pulling her backward against his chest, forcing a soft sigh from her lips as the two of us sandwich her in. I can see the excitement sparking in her eyes; she’s intoxicated in more ways than one, and it makes her even more fucking irresistible.

“Are you ready for this?” Cade asks, his voice low and gruff against her ear, and it sends shivers down my spine. “We’ll take care of you, but you need to let go and trust us, alright?”

The thrill of the moment hangs heavy in the air, and I can see her mind racing—a mix of fear and exhilaration—as she glances back at Cade, weighing her options between the thrill of danger and the safety that comes with surrender.

“Yeah,” she breathes out, her voice barely above a whisper. “I trust you. Just...be gentle, okay?”

I share a knowing glance with Cade. Neither of us will be able to promise her complete gentleness; I can’t promise we won’t push her limits, but I can promise that we’ll honor her boundaries.

With that unspoken understanding, I guide the gun up against her wetness, letting the cold metal meet her pussy. She shudders at the contact, her body arching against me intuitively, craving more.

“You’re such a good girl for us, Whitney,” I murmur, watching her eyes flutter as she loses herself in the moment. “Now, fucking ride it. Show us how much you want this.”

Her breath quickens, and then, as if summoned by my words, she slowly rolls her hips, pressing herself against the muzzle of my gun with wanton abandon. The rhythm is slow at first, a tentative exploration that only stokes the flames of my desire. I grip her hips tightly, steadying her movements as I guide her, urging her to let go, to truly fucking enjoy it.

“Just like that,” Cade encourages, his hands trailing up her thighs as he stands behind her, teasing and exploring, his fingers skimming along her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You’re doing so well, baby. Just let it all out.”

Tension curls low in my belly as she begins to lose herself in a rhythm, each thrust against the gun sending her further into a haze. I can see it reflected in her eyes—the heat building to a peak, drowning out the chaos outside and replacing it with pure electricity. The weight of the previous fright has dissipated, leaving only the fire between us and the unrelenting drive to give her pleasure.

As Whitney rolls her hips faster, I catch her gaze, hungry and just a little desperate, and I can’t help but lean forward, capturing her mouth with mine. The taste of liquor and smoke dances between us, igniting my senses even more. Cade leans closer, brushing his hands along her sides, and we become a triangle of heat and madness as he pushes his cock against her ass.

“Do you feel that, Whitney?” I ask against her mouth, pulling back just enough for her to meet my gaze. “Do you feel how much we both fucking want you?”

She nods breathlessly, her movements becoming fervent, the gun pressing into her more insistently with each thrust, mirroring the urgency building within me. I can feel her trembling, the tension coiling tighter within her. The desire for more, for release, for the sweet culmination of everything we’ve built tonight hangs in the balance.

“Yes... please... don’t stop,” she gasps, and the wildness in her voice pulls something possessive from deep within me, and I take her panties out from my pocket and shove them into her mouth.

“Good girl,” Cade praises, echoing my sentiments as he continues to squeeze her hips. “You’re so fucking close, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes!” She cries out, a muffled moan spilling from her lips as her pace quickens.

“Then fucking give it to us,” I urge, my voice low and deep, coaxing her closer to the edge. “Let that pleasure take over. Let it engulf you, Little Mischief.”

With those words, something snaps within her—like a dam breaking, the fucking floodwaters ripping through, drowning everything in their path. The look on her face is pure ecstasy, and I lose myself in the sight of her as she rides my gun, her body trembling violently against me, and the sound of her moans fills the air, ringing like the siren song of all my desires.

She throws her head back, and I capture the curve of her neck with my lips, tasting the salt of her skin as her climax washes over her. My entire body tightens instinctively as she loses herself—this powerful sensation of domination coursing through me as I witness the heights she reaches.

Cade kisses the side of her neck, whispering sweet encouragements, reminding her of how good she is for us, and the synergy between us becomes electric. When her cries fade into soft gasps and her body collapses against me, I realize that she’s just as breathless as I am. I hold her close, feeling her heart race beneath my fingers, the heaviness of our actions now settling onto both of us.

“That was incredible,” she murmurs, her voice thick with satisfaction, and I can’t help but smile at the way her eyes sparkle beneath the soft glow of the room.

Cade chuckles quietly, still holding her in place, “Welcome to the dark side, Little Mischief. Ready for more?”

With the world outside falling silent and a new kind of tension forming between us, I lean forward, whispering against her lips as I pull her soaked panties out, “This was just the beginning. There’s so much fucking more to come.”

And I mean every word, ready to explore the depths of what we could become together, undeterred by whatever darkness dared to encroach upon our lives. Our sanctuary had shielded her tonight, and we would make sure it stayed that way, come what may. Together, we would light the fucking shadows.

With her breath still coming in shuddering bursts, Whitney leans back against me, her body relaxed but tugging at the remnants of a wild, dizzying high. The tension in the air shifts yet again, morphing from explosive energy to a calm camaraderie. Cade pulls his gaze away from her, casting an appreciative look in my direction. The air is thick with unspoken promises, and I can feel the electricity buzzing beneath my skin.

“Okay, so what’s next?” She asks, cheeks still flushed, her voice a mix of playfulness and exhaustion.

There’s a glimmer in her eyes that tells me she’s not done yet. I chuckle softly, still holding her close.

“Next?” I echo, reveling in the way she fits against me like a second skin. “You’ve barely scratched the surface, Little Mischief.”

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