Page 38 of Freestyle
For some reason I can trust them with my body, but not my heart.
It is a paradox I can’t unravel. My body craves with a force I’ve never experienced but my heart remains sealed away, like an unbreachable fortress.
Each encounter with them is a battle, a clash of desires. They strip away my defenses, leaving me exposed and vulnerable but my heart remains hidden, shielded from their advances. At least it was. There are cracks in my armor now.
Nix cups my cheeks, rubbing soft circles with his thumb as if to encourage me out of my thoughts. “I asked you a question,” he recalls, his voice steady, but the air around us is thick with unsaid promises.
His thumb feels like fire against my skin, reminding me of what lies ahead. The power they hold over me, the choices before me—they are intoxicating and terrifying.
The fear of losing control battles with the desire for surrender, creating an electric tension.
“Trust is something that’s earned,” I finally confess, my voice barely a whisper, the vulnerability hanging between us palpable.
The corner of Phoenix’s mouth twitches in a half-smile, as if he can sense my inner turmoil and finds amusement in it. I can feel Gray’s eyes on me, watching with an intensity that makes my heart race faster than I care to admit.
“We’ll earn your trust, baby girl,” Phoenix promises, his fingers still caressing my cheek. “We’ll show you that you can let go, that you can surrender to us completely.”
Gray takes a step back, admiring his handiwork, his gaze lingering on my bound arms.
“You look beautiful like this, all trussed up for us,” he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire. I squirm under his scrutiny, the ropes biting into my skin, a reminder of the power I’ve relinquished. Nix reaches for me, his hands gentle but firm as he helps me further onto the bed. I settle onto my knees, my wrists bound behind my back, my body exposed and vulnerable. He positions himself behind me, his fingers trailing lazily across my skin.
Gray is in front, his eyes never leaving mine as he unbuttons his pants and reveals his heavy cock. It’s thick and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I lick my lips, eager to take him in my mouth, even though I’d never admit it. He sits on his knees before me, stroking his hard length.
“Open,” he orders, his voice rough with need.
“I can’t lean down without my hands!” I exclaim.
“Shh, I’ll holdyou up,” Nix whispers in my ear. He pushes me forward and slips his hand between my bound wrists. The burn from the rope intensifies from the extra weight.
I part my lips and let Gray slide inside. He fills me, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gag as tears begin welling in my eyes, but he holds me there, his grip on my hair firm. I struggle to breathe through my nose, the taste of him overwhelming my senses. He begins to move, thrusting in and out of my mouth, his cock throbbing with each stroke.
As Gray continues to use my mouth Nix presses his chest against my back, his breath hot on my neck. “Do you want us to fill you up, sunshine?” he whispers, his voice a low growl. I moan around Gray’s cock, the vibrations sending shivers through his body.
Nix slides his finger through my slick pussy and groans, “She’s soaked for us.” His cock brushes against my hip, hot and heavy, and I feel a shiver of excitement run through me.
“Do you want us, sunshine?” he asks, his voice low and husky, sending a thrill of desire coursing through me. I shake my head, even as my body betrays me.
“Use your words. Tell us what you need,” Nix presses, his voice trailing across my skin. “Tell us what you want, baby.”
I swallow hard, my voice barely a whisper, “Never.”
Gray smirks, satisfaction glinting in his eyes.
“All in good time, sweetheart.”
Nix’s fingers gently tease my entrance while his thumb circles my clit. “So responsive,” he admires, watching my body arch in response to his touch.
As he presses two fingers inside me, I feel Gray’s cock push against my lips, filling my mouth with delicious pressure. The stretching, the sweet discomfort of giving in to both of them is intoxicating. Nix’s fingers pump in and out of me, both soothing and raw, while Gray’s cock slides deeper into my throat, causing me to gag again; tears stream down my face, and I’m overwhelmed by pleasure.
“You mouth was meant to be fucked, Rowyn,” Gray groans in pleasure, making my stomach flutter from the praise. He pulls out and slaps both cheeks with his hard, wet cock then rams it back into my mouth.
I feel my climax rising as Phoenix continues pumping his fingers into me. He rubs my clit with his thumb as he thrusts four fingers inside me. The burn of the stretch contrasts perfectly with the pleasure coming from my clit and Gray in my mouth.
Phoenix keeps up his relentless assault on my pussy, and I feel like I’m going to burst. The sensation is overwhelming, and I’m struggling to hold on to Gray’s cock in my mouth. My orgasm builds, and I feel myself clenching around his fingers, unable to hold on any longer. I feel a gush of fluid release, and I hear Gray’s voice through the haze of pleasure.
“Did our girl just squirt, Nix?” His voice is a mix of surprise and pride. Phoenix’s fingers continue to pump into me, prolonging my orgasm.
“Holy shit,” Phoenix breathes. “That was so fucking hot.” Pleasure surges through me, causing me to moan around Gray’s cock, sending vibrations through his length. The sensation causes him to groan as he grabs my hair tighter, pulling me up and off his cock.
