Page 48 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
Ihear the door handle turn and then light footsteps, I contemplate whether I should lift my head but decide to stay still and wait to see who has entered when they get to me, hoping it’s the nice brother. When the man comes into sight, I open my mouth but no sound comes out. My heart sets off in a gallop and I wonder if this is some sort of prank. Fear tickles along my scalp as the auburn haired man draws closer. I try not to move and recoil; I try and not give away my fear from the sight of him. I don’t know how he’ll react, and I don’t want to make him angry. He cautiously moves closer, he is expecting a reaction from me I can see and that steadies my frantic heart. He doesn’t look like he would or could harm me in any way as his eye makes contact with my own. Up closer I can see one eye is white and glazed making him look unworldly and inhuman, frighteningly so. But when he looks at me with his golden-brown-flecked good eye, I see an attractive young man, worlds away from the other side of him.
When he gets to my side and faces me, I see a shy blush creep up his face as he says, “Hi,” in a young man’s voice. Hismop of thick auburn hair surrounds his face and makes him look even younger.
“Hi,” I reply.
“I’m Angus.”
“Nice to meet you Angus. I’m Roxy. Was that you who kissed me on here earlier?”
Peering at me with his good eye I see him trying to read me, does he think he broke a rule or something? Eventually he decides I can’t be a threat to him and replies, “Yes, I’d like to do it again.”
I smile widely at him because I too would like him to kiss me again. “You’d be welcome to, I’d like that.”
Pleased, his face lights up and then he allows himself a moment to take me in, I watch as he trails his eyes over my chest, taking in the red blotchy skin of my breasts and then lower to my core.
“May I ask you something?” I dare to ask.
“Yes,” he simply replies as his eyes go back up to meet mine.
“Could you uncuff me so I can use the bathroom?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” I reply sweetly.
“I was told not to ask you for things and to take what I want, but I’m not like my brother or father. Before I take you to the bathroom, I would like to clean you up first.”
“Ok,” I reply, not sure what he’s getting at.
Lust clouds his eyes as he takes that as my approval even though I’m not sure how he means. Walking back round the table I assume he’s going to leave and come back with a washcloth, but no he climbs onto the table at the bottom, kneels and lowers his face to my leaking pussy and begins to lap up his brother’s come from my entrance. I shudder in surprise and the warmth of his hot tongue as I feel the fullness of his flat tongue lick me up and down like a cat licking up his milk.
“Oh my god, you are such a good boy,” I praise, I have noidea where that even came from, but he licks higher up circling my clit and then back down lower to my back hole. I shudder from the delicious sensations he’s giving me and moan out, “Such a good fucking boy,” as my eyes roll into the back of my head at his clever tongue.
When there is nothing left to lick up, he pushes two fingers gently inside of me and pulls them out coated in my juices combined with his brother’s. I watch in curious arousal as he licks his fingers like a popsicle before pushing them back into my entrance for more. This time, when he’s pulled out his coated dripping fingers again, he pushes them both into his mouth and just sucks, looking back at me as I try to keep my head up off the table to watch him. Nothing is what it seems with these brothers. Smacking his lips together, he lazily smiles back at me, nothing cruel or sinister about him. “You taste like my favourite flavour,” he grins back at me before moving to the side as he begins to unbuckle me. One foot, then the other and I am free to finally move my ankles and legs. Angus moves off the table and walks over to my side and unbuckles my left wrist and then my right. “There you go, can you sit up?” he asks thoughtfully as his lips still glisten with my desire.
I slowly fold in two and sit up, the movement making me lightheaded for a second before it passes and my bladder groans at the movement. “Oh gosh, now I really need the toilet.”
Holding out his hand for mine he says, “Come here, it’s just behind you.”
I spin my legs to dangle off the table and lower myself down to the floor, I turn to follow in the direction that Angus pulls us in and see there is a completely white, tiled wet room with shower, sink and toilet. No privacy I see, but right now I would pee in front of the king I need to go so much. I let go of Angus’ hand and lower my naked body onto the toilet and sigh withrelief. Angus, to his credit, turns and walks over to the bed and sits and waits for me.
Once I’ve finished and washed my hands, I walk over to the bed where Angus waits for me. “Are you hungry?” he asks.
I reply eagerly, “Oh yes, I don’t know what time it is, but my stomach is telling me it’s lunch time.”
“Your stomach would be correct. I’ll grab us some lunch. Wait here?”
“Sure, I can wait here,” I reply and sit down next to him.
“It’s actually just outside the door; I’ll go grab it.”
“Amazing,” I reply hungrily.
Angus walks across the large attic room and returns with a tray of sandwiches and juices and sets it on the bed between us, I grab the glasses of drinks and set them on the table I was just strapped to.
“Looks yum, did you prepare this?”
“Actually no, catering did,” he replies looking a bit sheepish.
