Page 6 of Dirty Little Convict
“Such a greedy little slut, aren’t you, little convict?” purple says as he pinches my nipple, drawing another sharp cry out of me. I tug against my restraints, which just causes orange to chuckle and grip my chin, forcing my head to the side to face him.
“You have enough holes for us to fill.” My mind blanks of rational thought when the red-masked guy adds a second finger inside me. I tug against my restraints and arch my back off the table as I cry out. “Tell us how much you want our cocks.”
I bite down on the inside of my cheek, refusing to answer. I don’t want to give these assholes the satisfaction of knowing how much I want them to fuck me. To some this may seem crazy and fucked up but for me, this is a fantasy I have longed to fulfil. Ineedto experience three cocks inside me at least once in my lifetime. I want to be owned, dominated, used and controlled, but in order to give my full submission there must be trust, and we have none of that. I may be able to satisfy one part of my fantasy with having all my holes filled at once but that’s it.
Orange places a hand over my eyes, darkness consumes me and I have no choice but to surrender to my other senses. Without my sight I feel like everything is heightened. When I feel a tongue slide through my slick folds, I scream so loud I fear the sound alone will cause the foundations of this home to crumble.
“Take it like a good little slut,” one of them snarls a second before the cup of my bra is ripped down, then my nipple is sucked into a hot, wet mouth. I tremble with wanton need, my pussy weeping with the need to come. It’s been so fucking long since I have felt the touch of a man and it shows from how quickly they can have me on edge and ready to explode.
“Can you feel that, little convict?” the man shielding my eyes says. “Do you feel his tongue circling that clit and his fingers inside your tight little pussy, forcing you closer to the edge?” I am panting and almost breathless, this is the most erotic experience of my life. “You want to come all over his fucking face, don’t you?”
“Y-yes!” I rasp out as the other bites down on my nipple, making me scream.
“Keep being a good little whore and we might let you taste our cocks,” he coos. The thought should repel me but in truth, all it does is make me more needy and wanton for the taste of them on my tongue. Before I can think more on his offer, a tidal wave of pleasure tears through me without warning. I come so fucking hard I am robbed of speech and air. I can’t even make a sound as I arch off the table and squirt all over his face.
Only one man has ever been able to make me squirt but he left me when his father was sent to prison.
“What a good slut you are,” he purrs as he releases my nipple with a pop. I can tell his mask is back in place without seeing him because his voice is robotic again.
I can’t catch my breath because the other guy won’t stop sucking on my clit and twirling his fingers inside me, drawingout my orgasm. I am powerless to stop my body from trembling and soaking the wood of the table with my cum. My skin feels tight, my nipples are so hard they could cut ice but, my pussy, it’s primed and ready—no, begging for them to fill me with their cocks.
“S-stop,” I plead.
“No one likes it when you lie, little convict,” the one shielding my eyes says. “Now, be a good little toy and shut the fuck up and we might just give you what you are feigning for.”
I shake my head, trying to deny what he says but the growl that reverbrates through my pussy tells me that the guy inflicting beautiful torture on my cunt knows I’m lying.
I war within myself for a minute. I know this is fucked up and wrong and I shouldn’t be panting or wanting to beg them to fill all my holes, but that little monster inside me that has longed to be owned and dominated wants to throw caution to the fucking wind and embrace this moment while I have the chance. If these motherfuckers are gonna kill me, then the least they could do is make me feel alive and worshipped before they end me.
Surrender!
That one thought overrides everything and I choose to listen and unleash my inner temptress. I have kept her at bay for years since my stepbrother left me but not anymore. I am a bad bitch and it’s time I stopped hiding her away. Stone ruined me for any other man. Kincaid hardened my heart to any man and I’m okay with that, but what I will no longer do is stop myself from chasing my sexual desires and hiding my wants from the world because I’m scared I will be judged.
“Fuck, don’t stop. Make me come all over your face and then fuck me like the worthless whore I am.” I hear the two guys groan and fight not to smirk, but the one with his face buried in my pussy stops and I almost want to whimper at the loss of his mouth.
“You get what the fuck we give you. You get the scraps of our attention when we offer it. You don’t get a fucking say here.”
My body turns to stone at the sound of his voice. I know that voice. I will never forget it for the rest of my life.
“Kin…” I breathe out as tears prick the backs of my eyes.
SIX
KINCAID
It’s been years since I’ve heard her utter the nickname she gave me. I refuse to answer her and sate her intrigue, she deserves to wallow in uncertainty after what she did to me. She stole years of my life from me, took me away from my son because she refused to tell the fucking truth. She left me to fucking rot and broke my son and his boyfriend in the process.
I pull my mask down and look at Stone and Hux. Both of them nod, telling me they are with me and ready to take this to the next level. I reach for the machete that is leaning against the wall. I lift it and press it against her stomach. She tenses and fists her hands in the cuffs. She tries to move her legs but they won’t budge. I look at Hux and nod, he removes his hand from her eyes and lifts her head so she can see what I’m doing.
As she sees the blade against her skin, she blanches and her eyes widen in terror at the sight of it. Her jaw slackens and she tries to shake her head but Huxley tangles his fingers in her hair and keeps her head in place. I glide the tip of the machete down her creamy skin, relishing how she shakes with fear.
A lone tear glides down her cheek and I grin behind my mask. Her bottom lip trembles as she fights back the sob from tearing out of her. As I reach the top of her pussy she loses the battleto hold back any sounds and whimpers. Stone laughs beside her but she keeps her gaze on me.
“Time is running out, little convict,” my son taunts.
“Time for what?” she utters as I drag the blade down her pussy, applying enough pressure to scare her but not enough to draw blood.
“To escape your future. To return to the life you thought you could have without us,” I answer. I press the tip of the blade against her inner thigh hard enough to draw blood. She thrashes in her restraints and screams out in pain as blood trickles down her leg. I groan at the sight of it. Reaching down I smear my hand through it and marvel at the sight of her soft skin turning red. My mouth waters for a taste. “Cover her eyes,” I bark. Stone reaches out and places his hand over her eyes. She tries to shake her head and screams for him to stop but it's useless, we’ll get our own way with her.
