Page 8 of Dirty Brothers
“Same rules apply,” the guy in front of me says, his brown eyes alight with mischief and lust, that has me clenching mythighs. “You run, we chase and when we catch you we’re going to fuck you.”
“All at once,” the guy beside me adds, pulling my focus to him. His blue eyes are alight with passion and hunger—that look has a shiver trailing down my spine.
“The three of you? At one time?” I press. All of them chuckle but it’s the one beside me that answers.
“Yeah, birdy, you get all of our cocks inside you at once.” He doesn’t wait for a reply as he slips out of the booth. Standing, he offers me his hand, which I take without thought. The three of them crowd around me, making me feel small and at their mercy. “Run, little birdy. Time is ticking.” I tear my hand free of his hold and take off. This time I head straight for the stairs and begin trying all the handles on the doors. I can feel them gaining on me but I don’t look back.
When one of the doors finally opens I squeal in delight.
Same as last time, when I push the door open the light instantly flicks on and my jaw fucking drops. This room is nothing like the last one, this one is set up like a fucking porn movie.
There are cameras positioned all around the room with a large bed as the focal point. A spreader bar is laying at the foot of the bed and there is a pair of handcuffs placed next to it. Something seems… off. Almost like this is staged or something and I can’t figure out why but the thought flees when I feel a hard body press against my back. I close my eyes and sink into him, something about the three of them makes me feel safe and cherished, like I’m the grand prize in some huge game.
“Tonight, we are going to show you what it means to truly submit to your desires and embrace that little monster inside you that wants to be set free,” he says from behind me.
“Yes, please,” I pant as I step further into the room. All three of them enter the room and it suddenly feels too small with their hulking presence.
“Lose the jersey, birdy. I want to see our pussy,” the one in the middle growls. I grip the hem and pull it over my head, tossing it to the side. All three of them groan and I can’t help but drop my gaze to the front of all of their pants, tenting with their erections forme.
EIGHT
JUSTIN
Fuck!
Seeing her in my jersey had me instantly hard, but now seeing that she was naked beneath it has my cock aching with the need to be inside her. I couldn’t stop looking at her in the stands while we played. Beating the Knights tonight in front of their home crowd was the sweetest fucking feeling, but it doesn’t compare to seeing Molly standing in front of us with nothing but a pair of heels on.
“On the bed,” Kingston barks. She darts her tongue out to wet her lips, then nods. When she turns around and gives us a clear view of that perfect plump ass, I have to bite down on my lip to keep from groaning.
What I wouldn’t fucking give to sink my teeth into that ass.
She climbs onto the bed giving us a perfect view of her pussy as she crawls to the top and lays on her back. I smirk, if she thinks this is going to be some missionary style shit then she is in for a fucking surprise because we fuck hard and deep.
“We want to record you.” Her face pales at Brayden’s declaration.
Not wanting to freak her out I add, “No one will see these videos aside from us. They will offer comfort until the next time we get to see you.”
“You have our word on that,” Bray enforces.
She gnaws on her bottom lip, debating. That little habit of hers is driving me insane and she doesn’t even know it.
“You swear no one else will see it?” she asks.
All three of us nod. “You have our word, birdy,” Kingston declares.
“O-okay,” she mutters. The three of us move around the room and switch all the cameras on—this room is my fantasy, the last one was Kingston’s. I want to be able to relive this moment over and over again so the cameras are needed, because living with the mental picture of our last time together isn’t enough. I want to be able to hear the sounds she makes on repeat.
I move forward and grab the spreader bar and secure it to her ankles. I love how she trembles when she feels the tips of my fingers against her skin. Bray grabs the cuffs, then secures them on her wrists, leaving her at our mercy to do with as we please. Kingston reaches under the bed and retrieves the bag we had stashed there earlier and dumps it on the bed beside her. Her gaze is laser focused on the bag as he begins to unzip it.
He pulls out the lube, butt plug, vibrator and blindfold, it’s the last item that has her eyes widening in surprise.
“Why can’t I see you?” she asks.
“You aren’t ready for the truth, birdy,” I answer without missing a beat.
“But, you know who I am?—”
Bray places a finger against her lips, silencing her. “If you knew who we truly are you would fight against this. When you are secure in your wants and feelings, then we will reveal thetruth. But make no mistake, you won’t like us when you find out why we came for you.”
