Page 7 of Run Baby Run

They both stare at me with a mix of lust and hunger. I can’t help but feel panicked and aroused by their stares, but I know I’m in over my head.

Kieran moves in closer, his hot breath grazing my neck through the mask. His hands trail down my body as Fintan shuts the door behind us. The loud click of the lock echoes in the space, sending my senses into overdrive.

I am trapped between them again, and my mind reels at the conflicting emotions rushing through me. I should be protesting, though I can’t help but succumb to their touch.

This is what I fantasized about but also not…

Kieran’s eyes search mine for a sign of resistance, but I can only offer him a blank stare as I try to sort through my thoughts.

I must look like a deer in headlights.

With a satisfied glimmer in his eyes, he takes my hand and leads me further into the room.

I know that it is too late to turn back now.

It’s too late to run.

Kieran pins me to the bed with such force it makes my heart race and my breath hitch. He holds my arms above my head as I try to wiggle out of his hold—Fintan steps closer with the rope from the basement as I am held in place. My wrists and ankles are bound to the bedposts expertly, and I am helpless.

They can do anything, and I have no power to stop them.

Tears spill from my eyes as Fintan grabs my throat. The shock causes me to close my eyes and open my mouth—letting out a pitiful scream. He swiftly shoves something between my lips, and I bite down on the rubber.

The ball gag in my mouth stifles any chance of me pleading for mercy, and he chuckles darkly as he steps away from me with a smug expression. “Let’s see how much you can take, little dove,” Kieran sneers with malicious intent dripping from every word. His hands roam over my body like a caress of malice, sending shivers through me that are equal parts fear and fucked-up excitement.

Fintan leans close to whisper, “You will remember this nightforever, little dove. If you obey.”

Suddenly, the lights go out and plunge us into darkness so thick I can barely make out their shadowy figures. A sliver of moonlight filters through the window on the far side of the room, casting sinister shadows across the room as Kieran purrs tantalizingly close by, “Aww… You’re not scared of the dark, are you baby?”

Then Fintan’s voice joins his friend’s in the dark abyss, he appears to pull off his white mask and leans in to whisper something sinister against my ear: “Can’t let you see our faces, can we.”

I turn my head to one side and scream into the gag, though I know my screams will be muffled and utterly useless.

I kick my legs against the restraints and struggle against the bonds that hold me in place, but Kieran laughs darkly as he stands between my legs. His voice is deeper than Fintan’s. A hand moves down over my body, feeling every curve, every ridge, every hidden place as he whispers erotic words that echo around us.

I hear something metallic clink near the wall beside me—the wall that is decorated with weapons and a plethora of fear-inducing sex toys.Fuck!

“So pretty, so delicate. Fintan will have you screaming, little dove, and I’ll be right here to help him break you. Fuck you until you’re begging us to stop,” he growls in my ear, and a thrill runs down my spine at his words. The heat of his breath against my neck makes me shiver with anticipation, aching for more.

I barely have time to contemplate a reply when something sharp cuts into my thigh, making me cry out a startled yelp from behind the gag. I turn my head towards the sound of Fintan’s throaty chuckle, and I feel a hand on my throat, squeezing tighter as Kieran leans closer. “Keep your eyes on mine, little dove,” Kieran orders in a menacing tone. “I want to see yousquirm—to see you writhe—to watch your eyes dim as you accept your fate.”

I look at him in the dim moonlight filtering in from the window—my eyes finally adjusting to the darkness. My heart flutters in my chest as his eyes rake over my skin, his free hand expertly stroking my body with a rough touch that leaves goosebumps in its wake.

I tremble beneath his touch with longing, aching for more. His hands explore the curves of my figure with a roughness that elicits a breathy moan to slip from my throat as my eyes close, and I bite down on the gag. He chuckles darkly as he watches my reactions, moving his hand between my legs to stroke my soaking wet pussy. I gasp in surprise at the sudden contact and squirm under his touch.

My nipples harden beneath the fabric of my dress, showing clearly through the thin material. “Pretty little dove... So naughty, not wearing a bra under this thin, skimpy little dress,” Kieran whispers against my chest before moving his mouth over my barely covered breasts. He teases my nipple through the material, then grabs the fabric between his teeth and pulls.

I gasp as he rips and tears the fabric away from my body, baring my chest to the room’s cool air. I whine into the gag and squirm, looking around the room for some source of light. Kieran chuckles darkly as he moves his mouth over my soft skin, kissing my neck and chest, licking and teasing me with his sinful tongue.

Faintly, I hear Fintan moving, but it’s too dark for me to see where he is. Kieran teases my sensitive nipples with his fingers, teeth, and tongue.

Goosebumps rise on my skin as Fintan’s hands grip my thighs, prying them apart. I whimper as he leans down and moves his mouth from my thigh, licking upward slowly, leaving a wet trail down my skin that makes me shiver in anticipation.

I almost forgot about the cut until his tongue met the burning gash on my thigh. He licks the length of it and groans against my skin. “The thought of your blood all over me makes me so fucking hard.”

His hands roam freely, sliding up the inside of my thighs along with his tongue. The sensation of feeling both men teasing me as I lay helpless sends a shudder of pleasure through me. Fintan murmurs darkly against my skin, and my eyes widen as his fingers slide between my legs, “Fuck, you’re so wet. Such a good, wet plaything. When I untie you, spread your legs and get those knees up so I can taste that sinful little cunt.”

He unties my ankles before he kisses his way up my legs, his hands gripping my thighs and forcing my legs further apart. I whimper as I feel his warm breath against my pussy, and I tremble with a sudden need, realizing that he is not wearing his mask. “You’re so fucking lucky, little dove,” he growls against my pussy, nipping my clit with his teeth and sending a ripple of fearful pleasure through me.

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