Page 67 of Heart of a Killer

She finds it a bit humorous that Brie is afraid of something. She’s never been afraid of anything until moving here. But being in the desert, arachnids have topped it for her.

I grab a glass cup from the pantry and capture the scorpion before slipping a folder underneath it. Brie scoops up the cat, immediately chiding Cooper, lecturing the cat on how harmful scorpions are, before Brie and Skylar head upstairs. After taking the insect outside, I round the island to search for something to eat.

On the marble top, I see a small cupcake and a note.

I’msure you thought we’d forget your birthday, but you’re wrong! We have the best surprise for you. :)

There’sa sharpcrackto the back of my head, and the note falls out of my hand, fluttering to the floor. Before I know it, my cheek rests on the cool kitchen tile. A pair of black boots comes into my vision before my eyelids drift closed.

“Aw, little Cooper,”Skylar squeals. “What are you doing?”

The tiny kitty climbs up her chest, over her shoulder, and into the hood. Now she’s got her own little kangaroo pouch in the back of Sky’s hoodie.

“She’s like, ‘Mommy, carry me around and let me see the world!’” Brie coos, and if she were a cartoon character, her eyes would be in the shape of hearts.

Little Cooper’s small head is hanging out of the hood, peeking out at everyone. My chest warms at the sight. This is how a family is supposed to be.

My pulse is poundingin my ears, and a low throb reverberates in my head. A low groan escapes my lips as I attempt to move, but my hands are bound. I open my eyes, and my vision takes a moment to adjust before I register legs covered in fishnets.

“Oh, good. The Angel of Death is awake,” Brie states before untying my hands. “Brace yourself.”

She pulls the ottoman from underneath me, and I barely catch myself with my hands.

“What the fuck, Brie?” I growl between gritted teeth.

“Aw, don’t get pissy on us. We haven’t even had fun yet.” Brie beams as she stands over me in a leather corset, black lacey thong, fishnets, and combat boots.

My jaw flexes. So she’s the one who hit me over the head. I attempt to stand, and a sharp tug ignites an electric current through my balls. My dick springs to life at the sensation. I try again, and I’m met with the same resistance. A giggle from Skylar surprises me, and I glance over to the bed where she’s spread, legs open wide and exposing her glistening cunt to me.

“What—the—fuck. Brie, what is this?”

“Something my friend Taylor told me about at work.” Brie glances at her nails, her hip cocked. “It’s made to keep you on your knees.”

“I. Don’t. Fucking. Bottom,” I grit out.

“I guess we will have to humble you. Won’t we?” she teases.

Brie strides over to her chest of toys and pulls out a black vibrator before walking back to me. Skylar is lust drunk at the sight of me on my knees, and I can’t deny how my dick jerks at the view of her hooded eyes and pretty pink pussy on display.

“Now, Skylar told me about the hook. So I thought this could be a fun little payback,” Brie states.

She glides the toy over the piercings surrounding the head of my cock, causing me to jerk at the sensation, which only serves to pull my balls and intensify the feeling.

“Mmmm, you’re enjoying this more than you care to let on. You’re already leaking for me,” she purrs before licking a bead of precum off my tip.

A growl vibrates in my chest. I can’t stand to be restrained.

“Fuck. You. Brie,” I seethe.

“Aw, Daddy. Soon. I promise,” she coos before returning to her box of toys and pulling out her strap-on that she’s modified with piercings lining the underside. “First, we want to give you a show.”

She mounts Skylar and teases her with the vibrator before sliding the dildo in, and Sky’s scent fills the room. My muscles strain in this position. The need to be included is overpowering. Skylar’s moans grow louder as she gets closer to the peak of her orgasm. Brie is working her over with the masterful skill of her hips. I rarely see them together like this because I usually can’t hold off for long. My cock throbs as Skylar lets out one last scream before release. Brie dismounts her, and the plastic dick is shining, dripping with Sky’s cum. I can almost taste it.

“Suck it, Daddy,” Brie commands.

“Brie,” I warn her in a low tone.

“Give it a little lick, and I’ll free you from your restraint.”

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