Page 30 of Dark Knight

"You know I don't like this," Hudson replied, not looking at me, seeming to get more and more irritated by the idea by the second.

"You've been doing good work. Let me reward you." His words were cold, calculated, and made me want to slap him.

"So am I just your whore? If I do this, will you expect me to spread my legs for anyone you order me to? That's not something I ever agreed to."

"I believe you said you would do anything."

My words were coming back to bite me. He was right. I would do anything to stay out of the cult. I just never thought somebody would put me in this position again.

Dylan drained his glass and poured himself a third. "Hudson. Come and sit down." Hudson reluctantly took a step forward, seeming to fight himself with every step he had to take toward the chair. "Evie, I want you in your bra and panties right now. Give him something to look at."

I didn't like how this was going, but I stripped anyway. I was in one of the matching sets that Hudson had picked out for me, and his eyes gobbled me up when he saw that sending a shiver of anticipation and need through me. It wasn't as though Hudson wasn't familiar with my body.

"Get to work." Dylan's voice was a cold slap against my skin, like somebody had thrown a bucket of water over me.

I dropped to my knees between Hudson's legs and opened the fly of his jeans. Surprisingly, he was already hard. I pushed his shirt up, undoing some of the bottom buttons so I could spread it wide across his lower abdomen, revealing G.I. Joe lines and abs of steel he had been hiding from me.

I'd seen him without his shirt before, so I had known his athletic build was there, but seeing it up close like this was different. The man was more than a little sculpted. He lifted his hips and shifted his pants down along with his boxers, his cock springing free of its confines.

The thick length of him stood tall and proud. He looked like he'd feel amazing inside me.

"Do I get to control this, or are you controlling it?" Hudson asked.

At first I thought he was talking to me, but Dylan was right behind me as he said, "You control."

For the first time, a smile curled Hudson's lips. "I'm sorry, my vicious little ball of sunshine, but you probably won't enjoy this."

I gulped as I stared at his cock, his words ringing in my ears. I'd enjoy it if I was riding it.

I hadn't thought I'd spoken aloud, but they both chuckled.

"Maybe next time," Dylan murmured from behind me.

All preamble aside, I finally took him in my mouth. The salty taste at the tip of his cock let me know that he was more than a little into this.

I swirled my tongue around him and took more and more of him into my mouth before I started bobbing up and down, sucking and licking as I went. With one of my hands, I cupped his balls, massaging lightly.

He groaned and thrust up, matching the rhythm I'd set. When I peeked up at him, I found him looking down at me, watching me with an intensity I hadn't expected.

The way he filled my mouth was oddly satisfying, but I wanted to do more, feel more. As though he'd heard my request, I felt Dylan position himself directly behind me.

"Spread your legs," Dylan's voice was rough and rocky as he made his demand.

I wiggled my ass at him as I moved my knees further apart, still sucking on Hud's cock like it was a lifeline. When I started to use my hand as well, to cover the part of him I wasn't able to get in my mouth with every stroke, he pulled it away and his hand went to my hair.

Hud's fingers wove through the hair at the base of my head until he could tug on it. When he used it to pull me off his dick, I was surprised. "I'm going to take over now. If you need me to stop, tap me twice on the thigh. Okay?"

"Okay," I replied as anxiety sang through me.

He could clearly tell that he was making me nervous because he asked, "Do you trust me, sunshine?"

"Yes." It was the truth. I did.

"Good, then go and lay on Dylan's desk with your head hanging off the edge here," he said, pointing to a specific area. Dylan backed off and stood, offering me a hand to help me climb to my feet. The whole time he watched with hungry eyes as I pushed up onto his desk.

"Stop," Dylan commanded. I froze mid-movement, which left me on all fours on his desk. When he seemed to realize the position I was in, he stepped forward and grasped one of my breasts, pinching the nipple slightly and making me gasp.

"You have fucking gorgeous tits, did you know that?" Dylan murmured as he took the other one in his other hand.

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