Page 20 of Freestyle
Rowyn narrows her eyes at us with a mix of irritation and intrigue. “You think this is funny? You think you can just bully me into playing your games?”
“If it gets us what we want, then fuck the rules.” I shrug.
She shakes her head, trying to maintain her composure, but I can see the conflict in her eyes. “I’m not some toy for you to play with,” she retorts, her voice full of more conviction than it had moments ago.
“Do you trust us?” I ask as I lick from her neck to herear.
She hesitates for a moment before shaking her head. “Hell no,” she whispers.
Phoenix grins and lifts her into his arms. “That’s not the answer we were looking for.” He carries her over to the side of the pool and lays her down on the concrete.
“What are you going to do?” she asks, her voice trembling.
“We’re going to force your trust,” Phoenix explains. “You’re a bad, bad girl, and we need to teach you a lesson. What’s that phrase you like so much again? Oh yeah, ‘Fuck you.’”
Rowyn struggles, trying to break free, but it’s no use. Phoenix grabs her wrists in one hand and pins them above her head while I spread her legs wide apart, exposing her glistening pussy.
“Don’t even try to fight this, baby girl. You know you deserve everything that is about to happen. You’re going to be our good little pet, aren’t you?” Phoenix asks, his voice dripping with seduction.
“I’m not your fucking pet!” she snaps, wriggling in our grasp. “Let me go, assholes!”
Phoenix smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. “We’ll let you go...when we’re finished with you.”
She may be fighting it, but her body is betraying her desires.
“What are you doing?” Rowyn asks, her eyes wide with both fear and arousal.
“Just playing a game,” I say, running a finger down her cheek. “A game where you get to be our plaything.”
I can see the flush on her skin and hear her ragged breathing. Phoenix grips her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You’ll beg for more before the night is over, little one, and there’s no escaping.”
“I won’t beg,” she spits out defiantly even as her body responds to our touch.
Phoenix’s smirk widens. “Sure thing, sunshine.”
I watch as he leans down to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing her soft skin. She gasps, arching her back involuntarily. Phoenix chuckles against her throat, trailing kisses down until he reaches her collarbone. She bites her lip, trying to hold back her moans, but it’s a losing battle. Phoenix is relentless, his fingers teasing her nipples until they’re stiff peaks begging for attention.
I can’t take it anymore. I need to taste her, to feel her writhing beneath me. I move between her legs, spreading them wide open. Her pussy glimmers with arousal, inviting and tempting. I dive in, my tongue lapping at her clit, making her cry out in pleasure.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Rowyn pants, her hips bucking up to meet my mouth.
Phoenix grins at me, his eyes filled with mischief. “That’s right, baby girl. We’re going to make you scream our names.”
He joins me, pushing her legs further apart as his mouth finds her other nipple, sucking hard. The sensation of both our tongues on her body must be overwhelming because she’s crying out incoherently now, her hands tangled in our hair.
I slide two fingers into her tight pussy, feeling her walls clamp down on them as I work her clit with my thumb.
“Oh God, oh God,” Rowyn moans, her back arching off the hard ground.
“We’re not God, baby,” I whisper against her fevered skin. “We’re your fucking Kings.”
Phoenix slips a finger inside her next to mine, stretching her even further. Our movements are perfectly in sync, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge.
She’s so wet that I can hear the squelching sound of our fingers pumping in and out of her.
“Please...I need more,” Rowyn pants, her voice barely a whimper.
“What do you need, baby?” Phoenix asks, his fingers still thrusting deep inside.
