Page 58 of Twisted Bonds
"Are staying put. What? You said you liked it when D'Angelo did it, so do it."
Fuck. Why am I so turned on by this?
I line the tip of his girthy cock up to my hole and hold it momentarily until he starts pushing it into me. "Uh…oh God." I breathe heavily.
"What's the matter? You love the stretch, don't you? I know I do. It's so—tight. Fuck—yeah. Why didn't I ever think about this before? Do you still have Fred? Maybe he'd like to try this, too. Would you like that, Ry-Ry? Would this slutty cunt like to have two cocks in it?"
I turn my head because I feel ashamed for even thinking about how I came to enjoy having two of the brothers fuck me at the same time. I don't want him to know just how depraved I've become. I hear his chuckle just before he picks up speed and really starts to fuck me.
"Look at me," he orders, but I can't. Suddenly, he slaps my breast. "I said look at me." Turning to face him, I hold his stare. "Keep those prettyeyes on me so you know who's fucking you now. There will be no confusion as to who owns this body from here on out."
He pulls his fingers out and shoves them into my mouth. I'm already missing them being inside me, but when he gags me with them and roughly fucks them in and out of my throat, my body begins to relax. The brothers fucked me up irreparably. By submitting to them in order to survive and plan my exit strategy, I allowed them to train my body to need the cruel punishments they enjoyed inflicting on it.
"Damn, Ry-Ry…" He slaps my breasts again. "You like that, too, don't you? Is there anything that you don't like? Oh, wait, yes. You don't like it when the man who loves you with every breath he takes wants to love and cherish you. You'll only accept him when he's treating you like a common whore, isn't that right?"
Huh? That's not it at all!
I shake my head vigorously, but my body proves me wrong as my climax bursts free. My walls clench around his cock, and he pushes in as far as he can and releases himself. He glares at me without making a sound as his length throbs inside me. His clenched jaw and the heat reflecting off his glaring eyes pinned on me are the only signs he's coming.
When he pulls out, he swipes the spillage and pushes it back inside before putting my panties back in place. "I may love you, Ryan, but I'm having difficulty looking at you right now. The fact that I had to fuck you like they did to get you off turns my stomach. I can only do this so many times before I'll have to make a decision. So if you can't bring yourself to talk to me so we can figure shit out, then consider this your only warning. I can't fix you if you don't want to be fixed, and from where I'm at, it doesn't look like you do."
His little speech and the way he looks me over with disdain before leaving me on the couch and going upstairs has me feeling filthy. I haven't felt that way since Dante took the liberty of punishing me in front of some of his clients. I accidentally disrupted his meeting by dropping a metal tray outside his office. The way he whipped that door open and yanked me inside, I knew I had screwed up.
My wrists are secured with Dante's tie, which is tied off on the handle of one of the locked drawers of his desk. I'm stretched across the top of itas my legs dangle over the other side. Dante rummages through another drawer, looking for something.
"Now, where did that letter opener go?" He asks more to himself, but I know what he's doing. He's warning me about what he's about to do.
"Will this work?" one of the other men asks.
"Ah, Julien. I can always count on you to be prepared for everything." Dante's amused voice does nothing to calm my nerves, especially now that I don't know what he holds. "Oh wow, that's got some weight to it, and look at the design on that handle." Dante whistles.
Suddenly, cool air caresses my bare ass and lady bits as my bottoms are pulled down. More whistles echo through the room as Dante shows off his property. He smacks each cheek and chuckles.
"Are you sure you don't want to put her up for sale at the next auction? A beautiful young thing like that will bring in a pretty penny." The man who offered Dante whatever he now holds is the one speaking.
My legs are spread open as Dante shows me off. "Would you give up that gorgeous fuck hole? What about this one?" He shows them my forbidden hole. "Now this one is my favorite, isn't it, poppet?"
"Yes, Sir." I know better than to ignore him, especially when he has company.
"Do you know why you're being punished, poppet?"
"Because I disturbed your meeting, Sir. I'm sorry, Mindy bumped into me and…" A sting slices across my ass, and then I feel something drip.
"Oh, she bleeds nicely," a new voice chimes in, this one more gruff and grouchy sounding.
"Our poppet does everything nicely because she loves to please her masters," Dante states as he slides something inside me.
It's hard and unforgiving, almost like the barrel of a gun, but not as thick, and it's rounded. I know what Dante usually wants me to say, but will he make me say it with his friends in the room? I can't believe he's doing this in front of them as it is.
"I'm waiting, poppet," comes his deep, amused voice.
I place my forehead on the desk and close my eyes, wanting to shrink into a fucking mouse so I can scurry away. "Please, Sir, fuck me in the ass and make me cum."
"It will be my pleasure. Guys, if you will…" I knit my brows together as fear grips me, but then relief takes over when all he has them do is spit so hehas more lube. "Here you go, poppet. Take your punishment like a good girl." Whatever it is, it's not so bad being inserted, and soon enough, Dante is making me come.
Thirty-Three
Ryan
