Page 5 of Burning Souls

“Fuck you. I don’t owe you a thing. I did the hard work.” They both walk toward me, and at that very moment, I know what comes next.

I love to piss them off. It only makes what’s about to come even better.

“You’re right. Why don’t you let us reward you for all the challenging work you have done?” Tobias walks toward me, stopping inches before looking me up and down. It's almost like he's creating a map of my body and ticking off where he's going to use it. My pussy pulses at the thought of him anywhere near me, driving me insane.

All I want to do is undress and be submissive to him. If he asked, I would be a good girl and do as he says. Closing the space around us, his hand raises my right leg slightly and moves my knickers to the side, revealing my glistening pussy for him. He slides his finger into my slit, rubbing my clit in circles.

“So wet for me, Angel. Is it we who have you wet or knowing there is a dead man rolled up over there?” He moves his eyes over the room, circling back to me, and his right eyebrow rises and falls instantly. My back falls to the door, my hand to my side, and my eyes close while my head falls back.

His hand gathers my breast, taking my nipple between his fingers as he rubs and squeezes them together, causing a moan to slip from me. And another.

His mouth comes toward me, taking my tits and sucking and biting. There is so much happening. I'm losing control, something I never let happen unless I'm with them.

My eyes open when he removes his finger, leaving me feeling empty. I watch him take his finger toward him, teasing it between his lips. The tip of his tongue licks the tip before he brings the whole finger to his mouth, tasting every last drop of me on him.

Fuck, he’s so hot.

“So wet for us.” My eyes move over to Sean, who’s now sitting in the chair where the dead man was once tied, his pants unzipped. His cock springs out harder than ever.

My mouth nearly foams from the sight of watching Sean playing with his cock and stacking his hands on top of each other, fisting himself, pre-cum already spilling from the tip. If I weren’t taken by Tobias, I would go over there and take it all, saving every last drop like it was the last time I would be allowed to taste him.

Tobias picks me up, moving us to the wall as my back is shoved against it harshly, my legs are taken hostage over his shoulders, and the robe is ripped off me. I’m now completely naked and vulnerable, but all it does is make my mouth water at the sight of Sean moaning. Sean's eyes are fixed on my body, watching Tobias’ mouth on me, tasting me.All of me.

He keeps fisting his cock now with both hands on top of each other. My eyes close, rolling to the back of my head.

“Keep your eyes on him, Angel. I want you to watch him cum as you do,” he mumbles into my pussy. I open again as Sean’s movement picks up faster and more desperately.

“Fuck, please keep going,” I growl at how he licks and bites my clit, hitting all the right spots. My body trembles under his touch, my eyes still on Sean as his head shoots back.

Beads of cum explode over his stomach and hand while I ride my intense orgasm out. Tobias puts me down as my legs still shake and I’m not stable enough to move.

Tobias’s warm breath takes my earlobe hostage as he whispers.

“Be a good girl and clean him up. You are the reason he made this mess, after all.” I walk over, my legs still shaking. Sean sits playing with his now hard again cock still covered in cum.

“On your knees now,” he demands, his eyes narrowing in on me.

“Standing drooling over my cock won't earn you any points.” He chuckles, leaning back in his chair, spreading his legs wider, and giving me a mouth-watering view of everything. Fuck, I might die from this, not sure what it would be from but it would definitely be embarrassing.

“Ash, get on your knees and take my cock in those perfect lips of yours before I have to do it myself.” I kneel in front of him, opening my mouth wide. I debate for a second, thinking about how I wouldn't mind him forcing my mouth down on his cock.

That was a short-lasting thought.

Taking Sean’s cock into my mouth while swallowing all the cum, my hands stack on top of each other doing an up-and-down motion as I suck him. I forget how big he is, but I won’t stop as he takes my hair in his fist, tightening his grip.

“Those pretty lips were made for me. Come on, Angel, take more of me. I know you want to.” He leans forward, wrapping my hair in his hands and moving it out of my face.

“Fuck, Ash, you’re going to make me cum again,” he moans as I come up for air, but he slams my head back down on his cock. I choke from the harshness of the intrusion and welcome his size. I’m sweating, and my freshly washed body is now a mess as he releases the harsh hold he has on me, but not for long. I’m brought to my feet by his heavy hands as he sits me on the seat, taking the bloody rope that was around the dead man’s body.

“What are you doing?” I ask even though I’m fully aware of what’s about to happen.

“Shut that pretty mouth of yours. You’re not in control anymore.” His eyes blacken to pure evil as my hands are knotted behind the chair and my feet are bound. I’m trapped with no way of getting free.

“The more you fight, the more it’s going to hurt. All that you will achieve is a face fucking, Angel,” he growls, parting my legs and ripping my soaked knickers as I sit naked, tied to a dead man’s chair.

The floor is still covered in red, a knife lying in the spreading pools of blood. My eyes are pulled to it as Sean noticed, picking it up as the blood dripped, leaving a trail.

Sean takes the knife, smothering the blood over my stomach, and the coldness of it touches my skin, giving me goosebumps all over my body as the hair rises on my arms.

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