Page 59 of Slaughtered Firefly
Someone dropped lead in my shoes, so I could hardly force my feet forward. Was it over that fast? Whoever bought me paid a pretty penny, and next thing I knew I was being carted away from the watchful stares of masquerade masks. In another room lined with suits and dresses of all sizes, I was forced into a new suit. They took my shoes. With a blindfold secured on my face and deeper into the mansion I was dragged. Every move against the guard was a violent buzz that sent jolts of pain from the wristband. We walked for a good distance and several turns before I had stopped moving.
“Go away,” a strong male voice said, and it sounded so familiar.
Did I know the person who bought me? I hoped it was not anyone from Obsidian, as I shifted uncomfortably. The suit was soft against my skin, it was a nice distraction from the horrors I would face. I wore it like a shield, trying to prepare myself.
The blindfold was ripped off, and I blinked against the soft warm light in the room. Everything was masked in a haze as I tried to clear my eyes. I rubbed my knuckles against my eyes and blinked a few times. The man standing in front of me was someone I knew, but I couldn’t place where I knew them at first. There was a large, clean bed in the center of the room, and a dresser on the opposite wall. I didn’t see all of it as my attention snapped back to the man in front of me.
“The name’s Cole, and no I do not fuck pretty boys so you can get that out your system right fucking now,” the man said, and the memories came back.
This was him. He had grown more muscular, and the beard on his face made him look ages older. Last time I saw him, he was dragging Mia away from my uncle’s house after that night. The last time I saw her, fuck.
“What are you going to do to me?” my voice was weak as I stared at him. Apprehension twisted a knot in my stomach.
“Me? Nothing. I don’t fuck with men,” Cole’s voice filled with disgust; his nose turned upward. Laughter came from the shadows in the corner, and my head swung in that direction. “Her, on the other hand, I will be intrigued,” he chuckled along with the feminine laughter.
A chill ran up my spine. I didn’t like this, and fear crept back in. Cole walked towards me, and I flinched. “Chill out little hound, I was just checking the door,” he tittered as his ear pressed against the door. I turned toward him, and he shook his head. “Guess we do it here baby,” his voice tight as he moved to the bed, and stripped the top layer of his suit.
Whatever was going to happen made my heart race again, my breath became heavy, and I didn’t like the tightness. You must survive this, I thought. There were many things I did to survive the rings. I even killed–no don’t go there. Lock it down and disassociate, then when the opportunity presents itself, survive. Cole’s muscles flexed as he unbuttoned the shirt cuffs, and I tried to hype myself up to do what had to be done. I had fought big guys in the ring, but none as well built as him. Maybe if I caught him by surprise, that would work. He took off his pants, folded them and set them aside, and I gulped. He said he didn’t fuck guys, but what was he doing? I had almost forgotten the woman, so focused on Cole in this situation. Her hand snaked down my back, and I screamed.
“Relax, just follow my lead,” Mia’s voice coaxed against my ear. Relief flooded into me, and my legs wobbled. She might have killed a guy and circumcised another, but she wouldn’t do me any harm, at least I hoped. “Cole’s the buyer, only the buyer gets to play with the stock, do you trust me?” Mia looked up at me, and it was the same girl I knew from high school. I nodded.
Cole was stripped to his boxers, his arms behind his head like he didn’t have a care in the world. “You’ll have to be on bottom, little firefly if you want to pull this off. Judging by the time they’ll be here in say thirty minutes for a check in,” he mused from his spot. Mia shot him a dirty look, and he threw his hands up, “Just saying if you want your pretty little boy toy to pass as reasonably fucked you’ll speed up,” he sounded annoyed and my eyes locked on his sprawled form, catching on the bulge in his pants.
Mia turned my face towards hers; blue eyes met mine. Weren’t they green in high school? The thought crossed my mind as I looked at her truly for the first time. With no mask to hide behind, the blonde highlights in her brunette hair made her look youthful and innocent. I wondered if it was her natural color. Her eyes stared at my features. They were a deep ocean of emotions not spoken. How did she end up here?
I had so much to say as thoughts raced across my mind. There was so much I didn’t know about her, but as I opened my mouth, it was dry. Mia’s hands unbuttoned and stripped my shirt. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but I suddenly became aware of how close we were, and as I peered down at her, I blushed. With her cleavage on full display in the skimpy dress, I turned to look away, but she wouldn’t let me. My shirt was pulled off my backside by rough, calloused hands, and my breath quickened.
Mia held my gaze. “I am sorry for what you may experience, it is not ideal circumstances.” She unbuttoned my pants; her hand lingered on the waistband.
“Oh for fucks sake rip the band-aid off shove him on the bed and rape him before I loose anymore respect for the poor little pup,” Cole criticized from behind me. Embarrassment swamped my senses. I wasn’t some useless pup; I was scared and mentally fucked. I’ve never done – I shook my head trying not to get lost in the what-ifs and possibilities.
Mia glared daggers at him over my shoulder but did not comment anymore. Her hand cupped my cheek as my pants fell. It was the last layer of clothing I had, the guards not having supplied me with underwear earlier. I was nudged forward, and I stepped out of the bottoms. I couldn’t think straight staring at the girl of my fantasies. There I was, stripped bare for the girl I crushed on, the woman I stole a kiss from. It was only a few years ago, but it felt like ages had passed. Her lips looked so soft, so sweet I wondered what they tasted like now. My eyes darted to those ocean eyes that seemed to peer into my soul. “Mia,” I breathed. It was a question and yet a statement: why was she doing all this for me? The unspoken question faded when her lips met mine.
My eyes closed, Mia’s lips parted in a gentle warmth. It coaxed me into relaxing. My lips parted, and my tongue darted against hers. Her lipstick tasted like strawberries as we kissed. Time froze with my lips on hers. My mind forgot the man standing at my backside as she urged me into a deeper kiss, her hands wrapped around my head pulling me in as the kiss turned from sweet passes to frantic urging. She was everything I dreamed, but this wasn’t how I wanted her, and my eyes snapped open. A tear slid down her cheek, the saltiness contrasting with the strawberry, and I pulled away.No, this wasn’t right.My body slammed against Cole’s hardened muscles in my attempt to pull away. Mia’s mouth chased my lips, and I felt trapped between them. My mind swarmed with feelings of uncertainty, fear but most of all lust. Was it okay for her to be like this? I always thought I would marry her if we met again. Her arms were wrapped around me now, pulling me closer to her as she continued the kiss. I held her waist, unsure of myself. My hardened dick rested against the edge of her, dress and excited nervousness took hold. Kissing her here and now was what mattered. I wanted to forget everything and everyoneelse and just be here. Just a guy with a girl at this moment, nothing else mattered.
Mia fell backwards on the bed, pulling me on top of her. I was so fucking nervous, unsure of what to do now that we were here. My body vibrated with unspoken anxiety, and she paused. “Hey look at me, focus on me,” she whispered as I felt the pressure from the bed behind us. Cole’s weight as he joined skyrocketed my uncertainty. Anxiety had gotten the better of me. Was this what everyone felt the first time? Mia’s hand cupped my cheek, forcing my gaze back hers. Those beautiful blue pools stared at me like I was the only one in that room. My mind stuttered to life again; the apprehension melted under her siren eyes. Still, the lingering panic had me questioning,is this what she wants?
Cole’s hand balanced on top of mine as he guided our hands to Mia’s body, resting it on the thin fabric of her dress, right below her left breast. I tried to pull my hand away, but he held it firm. “Feel her heartbeat little hound, does it feel like she doesn’t want this?” he asked from behind me. It was unnerving how he knew the exact question that bounced in my thoughts, but as my hand rested against her ribcage, I could feel it. A steady thump within her chest, calm and collected, was the complete opposite of my frantic slam. He held my hand as she took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving mine. I searched those ocean eyes. They seemed so innocent, so fragile I couldn’t imagine why she was in this place. How life had given her more suffering than she deserved, I saw it there in her eyes, that tiny fraction that hid from the world around her. It was a glimpse into something that was true, and it was the most precious gift she had given me.
Mia blinked, and it was gone, that rare gem replaced with a temptress’ gaze. Her seductive smile was mesmerizing as she waited patiently for my panic to subside. We stayed there in that position for what felt like forever; her calmness seeped into my bones. I took a deep breath as I prepared to put all my trustin her. She could take me to my deathbed, and as long as she continued that loving, gentle stare, I would let her.
Mia’s hands weaved through my hair as she tugged our bodies closer. Cole’s hand hurried mine along and down the silky texture of her dress. Her skin radiated heat through the thin layer, her lips parted and her tongue darted out, licking her bottom lip as our hands skimmed lower . My hand slid underneath her dress. It was so smooth, so natural I almost didn’t notice the change from the soft satin to the smooth skin. “Fuck, you are incredibly soft,” I panted out still battling the nerves that threatened to reawaken.
Cole’s low chuckle against my ear sent a chill through my body as he replied, “oh little hound you haven’t even gotten to the soft part yet.” His words excited me in an unfamiliar way, a new feeling I could get used to. She giggled under us; the sound was fascinating and relaxing all the same. Cole’s other hand pushed her dress higher, and Mia’s breasts were on full display. Two beautiful round peaks that trapped your gaze.
“You can hold them,” Mia’s voice dripped with sultry. I hesitated to hold her breast, I didn’t know why but it was like my brain couldn’t process holding something so soft, so squishy but I mirrored Cole’s hand, his movements seemed so natural like he had probably done this to her a thousand times. He pinched her protruding nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it ever so slightly. A gasp and moan left her at his movement, and her legs squeezed around my thighs as I repeated the action, eager to please her.
Warmth spread on the nape of my neck at Cole’s low chuckle from my mimicked actions. My cock throbbed in response to his closeness, and something told me I would have to explore that reaction later. “You’ve made her wait long enough little hound,” he whispered in my ear as he took my hand and guided it lower across her toned stomach, past her belly button. I lost allthoughts as my hand came in contact with her pussy. I didn’t even register the change between her skin as our hands dipped below her pelvis. She was bare — it was incredible.
My mouth went dry when I looked down at our hands; her pussy was so breath-taking. Cole gripped the back of my neck, forcing me to bend to his will, my face inches away from her center. “You should taste how much she likes us both,” he encouraged, and I glanced up towards her face, meeting her stare.
There was a challenge in her eyes, as if Mia wanted me to hesitate. Locked in the stare, I suctioned my mouth to hers, almost thrown by her bucking hips. Unsure of how best to proceed, I gently lapped at her clit. I knew it was her clit by her reaction. The moan that left her was unholy, like someone possessed and yet entirely of sound mind. Fastening my hands around her thighs, I continued licking and flicking my tongue around the nub.
Cole’s warmth left my backside as the bed dipped once more. He was standing by her head, his large cock grasped firmly and on display. My face flushed as I watched. My cock was painfully hard. Mouth buried in Mia’s pussy, I saw the lust in her eyes as she took hold of his dick. Her small hand wrapped around his length, and he groaned when her lips made contact. Intently focused on watching, I had bitten down on her clit, and a sound caught between a whimper and a moan left her. Her eyes darted my way as her tongue latched around his dick. She moaned as she pulled it between her lips. Desire coursed through me; it was like everything pushed me to make her choke down his dick. Like if I could eat her out fast enough or well enough, she would open her mouth wider for him. I liked hearing her moans around his cock.
“Fuck,” Cole groaned as his hand wrapped around her head, as she bobbed on his dick. It was so sexy watching the tears formin her eyes as she opened wider and he worked more of himself into her. My tongue worked at her clit as my teeth nipped and pulled gently. Her body twisted in my hold as a loud moan sounded. “Whatever you are doing down there keep going, she’s sucking my cock so well,” Cole struggled to say as he groaned.
I winked at him, more confident in my moves. I wanted to make her explode on my face; I wanted to see her body jolt from the orgasm. I pulled my hand under her leg, readying myself as I looked at Cole’s heated stares. He asked, “Are you getting all worked up by your little hound? Is he treating your pussy the way it needs to be treated?”
