Page 25 of Deviant Knight

I start to retract my hand, my finger moving away from where I’m throbbing between my legs when Domenico’s right hand grips my wrist. “You’re not stopping until we watch you come, my pretty little pet.”

I shake my head, not wanting to do as he says as I pull against his hold. His fingers tighten, but not to the point of hurting me. In the blink of an eye, he pushes my hand farther beneath my panties. My fingers slip through my folds, liquid coating them. Releasing my wrist, he moves his hand to cover the top of mine, the material of my panties between us.

Pressing on my middle finger, he makes me enter myself. I gasp, sucking air into my parched mouth. I’ve never been this wet, not even from a dream.

“Make yourself come, kitten,” Krishna urges while Domenico moves my hand back and forth slowly. Adding pressure, he pushes my finger back inside me. Not just my middle finger is slick with juices, so is my palm as it glides over my clitoris. I couldn’t stop the moan from leaving my lips if I wanted to.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Domenico says. “Show us how good your finger feels.”

When I try to turn my head, my nerves getting the better of me, Domenico’s left hand finds my neck and grips it. He forces my head to face them again, but he also lifts my shoulders off the bed, forcing me to look between my legs.

“I can’t,” I say finally, but it’s breathy and laced with another moan. I may be wet and turned on, but I’m also embarrassed. The way they’re looking at me is doing weird things to not only my head, but it’s also affecting me everywhere, and I don’t know what to do. I just want to crawl under a rock and forget this ever happened.

“Kitten,” Krishna calls out while his eyes are locked between my legs as Domenico pushes my finger back inside me, pressing harder this time, making my digit go deeper. “Your panties are coming off. I need to see your finger inside you so that I can imagine it being my dick.”

Reaching over to Domenico’s side, he slips his hand between my hip and where Domenico’s hardness is pressed against me. Domenico’s hips buck, smashing Krishna’s hand to my flesh as he sucks in a breath through his mouth.

His hand leaves the top of mine so fast I don’t see he’s wrapped it around the back of Krishna’s neck until Domenico pulls his face close to his own. “Touch me again and you’re going to suck it.” Then their lips smash together so violently that I’m unsure if they’re lovers or if my assumption was wrong and they’re actually enemies.

Domenico pulls his lips free just as blood coats his bottom one. His eyes snap down to mine. “I didn’t tell you to stop finger fucking yourself, pet. Now add another finger and get back to it.”

“I think she likes watching us like we enjoy watching the show she’s giving us, Dom,” Krishna remarks. He too, has blood on his bottom lip, but it’s only a drop, like maybe he’s the one that bit Domenico, so it’s not his blood coating his flesh.

He begins pulling my panties down my legs, and as he does, my thighs begin to quake. The next thing I know, both Domenico and Krishna place one of their hands on each of my knees, pulling them apart. Then, as if knowing what the other is thinking, they descend, moving toward my center.

My thighs are caressed in such a gentle way that it’s hard to process they’re the ones doing it. They’re both hard with violent tendencies, though I did think Krishna was the nicer one of the two. Now, I’m not so sure that deduction was accurate by the looks they had on their faces when they kissed.

And why did I find that so hot? Liquid gushed over my finger and out of my opening when their lips locked. I hate violence of any means, so it confuses me when one or both of them does something and it doesn’t turn my stomach sour. Domenico boils my blood but not in the way it should.

“Faster, Ciera. Fuck yourself like you’re trying to get yourself off,” Domenico orders.

“I can’t,” I tell him again, but this time it’s a whine instead of a moan. At this point, I want to come. There’s nothing I want more than the release I can feel as I stand on the edge of a cliff I’ve never been successful at jumping off of.

“Make yourself come for us, Ciera,” Domenico bites out, his tone darkening.

“I can’t, you gobshite,” I fire back, my voice louder than I intended. “I’ve never been able to make myself come.”

“I have no idea what the fuck that means,” Krishna says with a laugh in his tone. “But it sounds so vulgar from your sweet lips, kitten.”

The flare in Domenico’s eyes tells me he heard the meaning loud and clear just before his hand stops softly caressing me. Within a heartbeat, his palm lands down on my sensitive skin in a hard smack, eliciting a flash of pain against the inside of my thigh.

My back arches off the bed, but I manage to suppress a yelp by biting down on my bottom lip. Domenico’s palm resumes rubbing the inside of my leg. The expert touch he has works like magic, the pain ebbs away as pressure returns, but it’s still just enough to keep me rooted in place, the free fall just out of reach.

“Take your dick out,” Domenico says to Krishna while his dark eyes stay locked with mine, his face a mask of indifference.

“Take your own fucking dick out,” Krishna spits out, clearly not appreciating the order that was issued.

Domenico’s head whips up to face him. “When we’re in your house, in your bed, you give the orders. When we’re in mine, do as I fucking say. Now get on your knees and take your dick out of your goddamn boxers.”

Without another word, Krishna climbs to his knees, and I can’t take my eyes off him. Staring at Domenico, he slides his boxer briefs down, freeing himself, and he’s long. I don’t know the average male size, but I don’t think Krishna’s length could possibly go all the way inside a woman’s body without pain.

Krishna wraps his right hand around himself while his other remains on the inside of my thigh, rubbing me as softly as Domenico is doing. They’re both seemingly in the same rhythmic pattern.

Dipping his head, Domenico’s lips touch the shell of my ear. His right hand slips lower until it’s covering the top of mine again. He takes control, moving my fingers between my folds, guiding them inside me and then back out, then he repeats the process. “Take your left hand and wrap those pretty little fingers around K’s cock,” he whispers into my ear, his voice so low and soft it tickles.

I go to say no, but a moan slips from my lips instead, his tone sending tingles down my spine.

“Do as you’re told and you’ll be rewarded,” Domenico informs me. “Don’t, and you’ll be punished.”

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