Page 21 of Freestyle
“Fuck me,” she begs, her voice laced with desperation.
“That’s not how this game works, baby. You get what we give you. Nothing more. Nothing less,” I say, pulling my fingers out and leaving her aching and desperate for more.
“Fuck! Please,” she begs, her eyes wide and pleading. “Please, make me come. I need to come.”
“Tell us what you really want, Rowyn. Admit that you like being our toy. Admit that you love being used and dominated by us,” I command, my voice firm and unyielding as I grip her hips tighter.
“I can’t. You were both just a one-night stand that won’t end,” she lies, her voice trembling. “Or two nights, whatever. It’s not going to happen again. It’s not real.”
I chuckle, my fingers digging into her flesh as I hold her in place, preventing her from moving an inch. “Oh, baby. You know better than that. You’re ours, and we won’t let you forget it.”
My hand grasps her slender throat, squeezing just enough to send a surge of adrenaline through her body. “Are you ready to admit that you’re ours?” I whisper in her ear, my voice low and commanding.
Her eyes lock onto mine, fear swirling in their depths. She opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out. “I...I can’t,” she stammers, her voice barely audible. She claws at my hands but I only hold her morefirmly.
Nix’s fingers continue to work their magic between her legs, drawing soft moans from her parted lips. His thumb rubs circles her clit, building her pleasure with each stroke. The sight of her writhing beneath us is intoxicating, fueling our desire even further.
“Relax, Row,” I murmur, my voice low and seductive. “Just let go.”
She bites her lip, a mix of pleasure and uncertainty dancing in her eyes but as Nix’s fingers continue their relentless assault, her resolve begins to visibly crumble. A strangled moan escapes her lips.
“Do you like that, Rowyn?” Nix teases, a wicked gleam in his eye. “You like being spread open where anyone can see?”
She nods, her cheeks flushed with desire. “Y-yes,” she whispers, her voice trembling with need.
“Good girl,” Nix purrs, his fingers picking up speed as he works her towards the edge. My hand clamps tighter around her neck, restricting her airflow just enough to heighten her pleasure.
“Come for us,” I command, my voice low and husky. And with that, her orgasm rips through her like a tidal wave.
Her screams are silenced by my hand around her throat. She begins clawing at my hand again after she comes down from her high, fear lacing her face as she quickly backs away from us.
“No, no! I can’t do this,” she mutters as she grabs her robe and runs to the house. “I won’t be a victim again” is the last thing I hear.
“You can run but we’ll always find you,” I growl. Phoenix and I glance at each other with a mix of surprise. We watch as she disappears into the house, tears streaming down her face.
“What the fuck was that?” I ask Nix.
“I don’t know,” he sighs.
“What was she spouting about being a victim? We didn’t take it that far.”
“No clue, dude.” Nix rubs his hand down his face.
“We won’t let her get away,” I state, my voice filled with resolve. “She may have gotten away for a few hours, but we’ll always find her. We’re her fucking Kings now, and she’ll only bow to us.” I grab my pants and pull them up with images of Rowyn swirling in my mind,
“No one can outswim a Shark,” I muse.
“No one,” Nix agrees, his eyes ablaze with determination.
We stand in silence, the tension between us palpable.
Nix stands beside me, his chest heaving with adrenaline and excitement. I turn to face him, a wicked gleam in my eyes. “You know,” I begin, “I think our little toy is going to need a firmer hand.”
Nix smirks, nodding his head in agreement. “Oh, definitely. She needs to learn her place.”
“I’m glad we agree,” I reply, a predatory grin spreading across my face. We exchange a knowing glance, and then I turn to head back towards the house, my mind racing with possibilities of the pleasures that await us.
“Let the games begin,” I whisper under my breath, a wicked smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
