Page 64 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
“I think you are.”
I only whimper in response as he pulls my nipple between his forefinger and thumb and threads the needle straight through the middle and out the other side. I bite my tongue so hard I taste blood as tears begin to fill in my eyes and then overflow down my cheeks.
“That’s my girl,” he remarks, “taking everything I have got for her.” He takes out another needle and threads it throughthe same nipple in the opposite direction and I howl in pain. “That’s right, hurt for me. I want to hear your pain,” he says as he pinches my other nipple, not holding back as he threads it straight through the peak and out the other side. My sobs burst out of me, my lips trembling along with my body as he picks up one more needle. Smirking, he pulls at my left nipple which has only one needle inside and pushes the second one straight through, not even trying to ease the pain. “All done little whore, you really do suit your name now. I fucking love the way you look right now.”
Through an avalanche of tears spilling out of my eyes, I see him tug off his clothes and line himself up at my entrance. I’m slick with want and need so he slides in easily. A groan escapes him as he pushes so hard he bottoms out in one thrust. He pumps into me over and over again; he lowers his body dangerously close to the needles sticking out of my breasts to lick up the tears spilling down my cheeks. Another groan escapes him as he lowers slightly more and feels the needle tops on his torso. A new sob rises in my throat as I feel Jacob’s body precariously close to the needles sticking out of my breast. He lowers barely a millimetre and I feel the needles he’s closest to dig deeper into my skin.
“Please no more, Master,” I blubber as he raises his heavy-lidded eyes to meet my watery ones. He lifts his body higher onto his hands and speeds up his rhythm, the intensity of his look, the needles jiggling as my body moves underneath him and the pain and pleasure all mix in my veins. I almost can’t take any more sensations as my climbing orgasm reaches its peak and I shatter around him, clamping his cock inside of me. My whole body shudders and ripples with pleasure that comes in wave after wave of pure ecstasy and tears start up again in response to so many emotions racking my body right now.
My watery eyes meet Jacob’s, I see his desire etched over his face as he stills and pulses inside me. In that moment I seeJacob, I see him as the man with everything else stripped away. Just the two of us together in this insane bubble of torture and pleasure. He looks beautiful when he isn’t being so cruel or wearing his anger as armour. I see him and he sees me, I know it’s only a moment, but this shared moment is by far the one I will cherish most from this job.
Jacob’s eyes fall down to my breasts as if he’s just remembering they resemble a pin cushion. He carefully pulls himself up, not touching or jostling my body to disturb the needles. He pulls out of me, watching the mess spill from my body in his wake and lets out a light moan with his departure.
Climbing off the bed, he walks behind me, to the bathroom to clean up I guess. When he returns, he says, “Angus, she’s all yours now.”
My eyes widen at the callousness of his words, shocked he would force Angus to deal with the needles, but then I see him kneel on the bed by my side. He waits until Angus is at the bottom of the bed, face between my legs, and he withdraws the first needle. It stings but then Angus’ tongue laps at my clit, right down to my pussy and I moan as once again I feel him lick up his brother’s come that is leaking out of me. I’m back to pain and pleasure as Jacob gently retrieves every needle poking out of my pounding breasts except my nipples.
“Focus on her clit, Angus,” he commands as he turns his attention to the four needles crossed in my nipples. Angus sucks and circles my clit with his tongue, igniting a spark as the pain of each needle being released from my nipples fans the flames. When Jacob releases the first two needles, he lowers his head and sucks it hard into his mouth. I groan in pleasure as I try and lift my chest to meet his mouth.
Letting go of the suction, he moves his attention to the last two needles and I’m close, so close. Jacob pulls them out with both hands slowly and simultaneously. When his mouth coversmy throbbing nipple, I explode with Angus’s tongue lapping at my clit.
I close my eyes and float along the waves of pleasure as they slowly recede from my body. I feel Jacob loosen the twine around my breasts setting them free at last and Angus stills his warm tongue before removing it entirely. I slide into a sleepy haze until I feel Jacob’s hand slightly tug at the plastic under my neck and feel the release of it loosen around my body and the hot sticky cocoon I’ve been in for hours is sliced away. I move my arms and circle my wrists, but my eyes are too heavy to open them. I know Jacob is slicing through the plastic encasing my legs and just trust he won’t hurt me.
Once I’m free of all the plastic, I feel a cool wipe run across my breasts. Jacob is taking care of me, despite how he speaks to me. With my eyes still closed and my body slack from my orgasm I whisper quietly, “Thank you.” In return, I earn his soft lips on mine. Not hunting or pressuring, a simple soft touch that has me blinking my eyes open in surprise.
Jacob looks back at me as if caught in the act of doing something wrong. I soften my surprised eyes and lean up onto my elbows to capture his lips again with just a chased kiss but I want him to know I wanted to kiss him back. Not for any other reason then I wanted to feel his lips on mine one more time.
I lower myself back down onto the bed. He rises but doesn’t break eye contact. He looks lost, unsure of himself and what he is doing. I can see being tender is unchartered waters to a man who wears his snide comments and cruel words as armour. Lucky for him, Angus breaks the spell as he carries a tray of lunch in for all of us. Angus takes one look at my damp skin and suggests I take a shower before we tuck in to eat. Grateful, I slowly move off the bed and indulge in a hot shower that I know has an audience.
When I step out and towel dry, Angus pulls off his soft white t-shirt and hands it to me. I smile gratefully back at himas I sit down next to them both on the bed and pull it up over my head.
We eat in silence as we take in the morning we’ve just shared. Each in our own heads coming down from the high of it all and refuelling for whatever comes next.What does come next?I wonder.
It’s Angus that pulls us out of our heads and suggests an afternoon together watching movies. We each choose our favourite and go downstairs to Angus’ room where a giant tv is hung opposite his bed. We relax down onto the bed and I snuggle in between Angus and Jacob. I didn’t expect the afternoon to end like this, but I’m happy if they’re happy to spend it like this. There is something special about sharing these two men and doing something incredibly normal outside their kinks and desires. It’s good for them to have a break and be themselves. I suspect that it’s not easy for Jacob to drop his guard and just be himself, least of all around women. I hope me being here in between them helps soften some of his sharp edges.
After our movie marathon we eat tacos in my attic room and sip beers. Angus did offer to make me a margarita but I declined as I’m not much of a cocktail girl. Tipsy on beer, we fool around together and I eventually end up being fucked from behind by Jacob whilst I suck Angus off. It’s been an exceptionally nice afternoon and an even better evening as both men agree to stay with me until I fall asleep. Curling into their warm bodies I hope they’re next to me when I awake.
32
When I awake on my fifth day, I feel one of the brothers climb on top of me. I smile sleepily as I feel him nudge into my entrance. I reach for his body and feel a naked broad chest under my fingers. I pull him into me as he fills me to capacity, bottoming out as I groan with pleasure from stretching around him. I raise my legs up around his hips as he thrusts slowly in and almost out of me, pulling moans from my lips in my sleepy haze.
“Good morning, little rabbit,” I hear Mateo’s voice in my ear. I blink my sleepy eyes open but all I see is darkness and a figure on top of me, hitting the spot deep inside that makes me moan again.
“Mateo?” I ask but my voice comes out deep and thick with sleep.
“You look so beautiful when you’re sleeping, I couldn’t resist entering you, to feel what you feel like wrapping around my cock so tightly when you’re asleep.”
I’m no longer asleep, I look to either side of me to see if the brothers are still with me but they’re gone. “Looking for my sons?” I hear amusement in his voice.
“They were here when I fell asleep,” I croak out groggily.
“They were here most of the night too, but it’s my turn with you this morning and this is how I wanted to wake you. A nice surprise I hope?”
I close my eyes and smile back up at Mateo, “It’s a nice surprise,” I say sleepily. And I mean it, I relax into the soothing rhythm of Mateo pumping into me, the wet noise of our combined bodies filling the room. With my hips angled up and my legs still curved around him, I chase the orgasm he is building inside of me. I love waking to someone inside me and apparently, I don’t care who.
Mateo leans his body over mine and takes my lips, kissing gently, an invitation that I take. This feels different, it feels intimate and not hurried, like two people who have awoken and done this many times before. Mateo makes love to me as his tongue roams my mouth with one hand cradling my neck to him. I’m still wearing Jacob’s t-shirt but I yearn to be naked and feel Mateo’s skin move against mine. I thread my hands up under his shoulders and arch into his body and the pleasure he’s building in me. Higher and higher I build, Mateo breaking our kiss only to kiss and suck down my neck. I tighten my grip on his body as my orgasm rips through my body, cascading pleasure with every thrust of Mateo’s hips until he reaches his release and pulses deep in my core. He moans out my name as he tips over the edge and stills, panting above me.
I open my eyes to see the face of the joker looking back at me again in the darkness and a shudder of fear and excitement runs through me at the sight. His lips pull upwards making the red face paint move up into a creepy smile that no sane person would find alluring, but I no longer recoil.
