Page 102 of Devil's Bargain

Scott motions with the gun for me to move. “Get over there!”

“I don’t understand?” What the fuck is happening? Who are these men?

“We’re just here to make sure you behave.”

“I’m scared!” I admit, glancing at the strangers studying me with rapt interest.

Jared laughs and herds me over to the three men. “You should be!”

Salt and Pepper runs his eyes over my face as he inspects the bruises on my skin from last time. “You can leave now,” he says to Jared and Scott.

As they leave, I make a run for the open door but don’t get far before Salt and Pepper grabs my hair and pulls me back to the men.

He throws me down on the floor by their feet. “Get naked!”

I contemplate making another run for it, but the door is closed. Besides, I would never get past the men.

My fingers tremble. I pull my top off and unclip my bra, sliding the straps off my shoulders, my eyes downcast.

“The agreed price?”

“As discussed,” Salt and Pepper says. Money exchanges hands.

I shimmy out of my skirt and panties.

“She sucks dick well?”

“I can assure you, she deep throats.”

The cold air hits my pussy as I kick off my panties and cross my arms over my naked chest.

Their dark eyes trace my bare skin. I’m a trembling hare surrounded by a pack of starving wolfs.

Salt and Pepper curls his finger. “Come here!”

I swallow thickly and crawl over, fear stoking the flames of desire.

When I’m on my knees between his spread legs, he lifts my chin with his finger. “Be a good girl, and we won’t have to hurt you.”

Heat pools low in my core and I trail my gaze over the other two men. The one to the right has dark brown hair and a short beard. He looks younger than Salt and Pepper, but not by much. The man seated in the middle draws my eye. His hair is silvery. He doesn’t look much older than the others, but his hair tells a different story. His dick is in his hand. As I watch, he strokes the thick length.

“You want his cock first?” Salt and Pepper asks.

I wet my lips and whisper, “Yes.”

“Good girl. Crawl to him!”

The cold floor bites into my skin as I crawl over on my hands and knees. I don’t know what’s happening, but my body thinks it’s Christmas Day.

I kneel between Silver’s legs and slide my hands over his thighs as he brushes my pink hair out of my face.

“Such a pretty girl!” he says, fisting his dick, rubbing it over my mouth. I dart my tongue out, tasting the bead of precum collected on the thick head.

His silvery hair and crow’s feet remind me of a man in a position of power. He’s old enough to be my dad and then some.

He slaps his dick on my tongue, once and then twice. My eyes flutter closed but soon fly open when he slides his fingers into the hair at the back of my head and pushes me down on his cock.

He doesn’t stop until I’ve swallowed him down, and he’s fucking my throat. “Fuck! She definitely deep throats!”

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