Page 16 of Noire Moon
A shudder—a thrill—runs through me that I can’t fight off. Far too easily I’m swept into flashes of imaginings, of these men playing with my body while I’m sleeping. How I’ve so often in the past few months woken up aching and wet and blaming it all on the horny dreams that have been frequenting my sleep. Oneswhere I’m surrounded by dark men in the shadows, and I let each of them play with my body.
It’s ten ways to fucked up, but there’s no denying it turns me on.
Any further thoughts about coincidences, or whether they are something else, are erased when Copper Mask starts running his mouth again.
“What a slutty little flower.” The stranger scolds me. “Your cunt is begging. Just look at how fucking soaked you are spread out like this.”
There’s a noise, one that sounds as if he’s shifted down closer, and I feel a gust of air against my entrance.
Jesus, I don’t know how I feel about them looking at me like this. But that quickly becomes the least of my worries.
“I think it’s about time we saw how well the slut handles being on her knees.”
Oh, god. They’re really not going to touch me or do anything to ease the tension building in my core. That realization burns hot across my chest, my neck heating with how demeaning this entire scenario is.
But there’s no ignoring the reality racing heated laps up and down my veins—that my body is responding to the way these two powerful men are treating me.
My pussy has a lot to answer for, it would seem.
Of course, there’s nothing gentle in what comes next. I am their captive, after all. One strong hand wraps itself tight in my hair, and I’m hauled upright by the forceful grip. The sting whips around my scalp, but it’s quickly replaced by the feeling of my knees roughly meeting the carpet as my body is shoved to the floor.
Trying my best to stop from wincing, I’m disoriented as fuck after being upside down for such a prolonged period and now being forced into this uncomfortable position. Blood rushesaway from my head, and my heart is hammering as if it were trying to bash its way through my rib cage with a sledgehammer, leaving me woozy and bleary-eyed.
“Told you there would be consequences if we caught you.”
My head is forced to tilt back by the fingers still twisted in my hair, and my eyes meet the shadowy irises peering down at me from behind the bloodied-looking skull face. It’s not him speaking, yet he commands me to kneel before them.
His big frame looms over me, and I gulp down a heavy swallow. He’s close enough I can make out the outline of his hard cock in his trousers… and goddamn, from the unavoidable evidence at eye level, he’s extremely well endowed.
A subtle tilt of his head to one side makes my body turn molten. There’s a glittering reflection of the firelight, a silver ring I didn’t notice before on his thumb, and suddenly, I want to know how good those fingers might feel touching me.
I’m unbelievably fucked up for even allowing the thought to catch alight in my brain, but it screams for attention.
I want to taste him.
I want to taste both of them.
Except, I’m at their mercy, and this game is being played by their rules.
For all I know, they might not touch me at all.
But shit, I hope to all things holy that isn’t the case.
“Choke her with your cock. I want to see the slut’s tears when you’re down her throat.”
There’s a clank of a belt buckle as those strong fingers slowly begin to unfasten his trousers. It might as well be a calling card to my clit because the junction between my thighs develops a heartbeat of its own, pulsing enthusiastically with need.
He frees his cock, and fuck, I can’t help but bite down on my bottom lip as I’m hypnotized by the sight of his strong hand wrapped around his length. As he steps closer, his strokes alongthe length reveal thick veins and a swollen head glistening with pre-cum.
Not only that, but holy shit, he’s pierced.
Several shiny bars of metal grace the underside of his dick, forming a row that should absolutely terrify me.
Instead, my pussy hums with anticipation.
My fingers itch to reach out, eager to touch his powerful thighs, but I’m dutifully staying right here, still, as a goddamn statue, until they tell me I can move. There’s no way I’m going to give them any reason to punish me more than what they already seem to have in store.
“Christ, you look so fucking hot right now.” Copper Mask’s voice comes from behind me, but he’s speaking only to the other man. His attention fixed on the movements of the stranger in front of me, fisting his length. The one who keeps my hair in a vice grip.
