Page 33 of A Ryan Recollection

He grabs a fistful of my hair, tilting my head back further and exposing the delicate skin of my neck.

“Then you’d be right. Why the fuck would I want to get upstairs when we can have you all to ourselves down here?”

The vampire presses his body closer, one hand skimming over my hip and down between my thighs.

“You think we should show her exactly how much fun we’d like to have with her, bro?” the clown asks.

The vampire’s eyes burn into my skin as he pulls up my short dress, exposing the bare skin of my legs as well as my panties. He rubs his index finger over the triangle of fabric and my cheeks burn with heat as he finds it damp. “Uh-huh,” he grunts.

The clown brings his face close to mine, his breathing heavy and harsh through his mask. “You think you can handle being our little fuck-toy for the night?” he grunts, before running his nose up the column of my throat.

“Pretty sure I can handle anything either of you have to give me,clown.”

The vampire laughs darkly as the clown’s grip on my hair tightens. His lips are pressed against my ear. “You seem to have a death wish tonight,” he whispers.

“You couldn’t hurt me and you know it. Not even a little bit,” I say, wanting to push him until he snaps like a tightly wound piece of elastic. Because I’m also in the mood for danger tonight and I’m pretty sure these guys are so pumped up from whatever they’ve been out there doing, they are just the men to give it to me.

A deep animalistic growl rumbles in the clown’s throat and the sound vibrates through every cell in my body. I let out a soft whimper – needy and frustrated. Then without any further warning, he picks me up and hoists me over his shoulder. Smacking my ass hard, he carries me to one of the basement rooms with his brother following close behind us.

Once we’re inside the small concrete cell, the clown sets me on my feet. He doesn’t bother to close the huge steel door because there is no way anyone but them or my husbands could get in here anyway. Then he hands his AK47 to his brother, who leans both guns against the wall before standing beside us.

“You got any rope left?” the clown asks.

The vampire unhooks a thick coil of heavy rope from his utility belt and hands it to his brother with a wink. Then he lies back on the bed in the center of the room, hands behind his head as he and watches us intently.

“You seriously need to tie me up?” I ask with a pop of one eyebrow. “Are you that afraid I can take you down?”

The vein in his temple throbs as he narrows his eyes at me. “Don’t need to tie you up,” he grunts as he spins me around, pinning my wrists together before securing them with the rope. “I just want to,” he adds with a wicked chuckle, pulling the rope tighter as he finishes his final knot. I gasp in a breath as the thick cord bites into my skin.

Once he’s satisfied that the bindings are tight enough, he spins me back around. “On your knees. Now,” he snarls as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his trousers.

I sink to my knees, watching him freeing his cock from his pants as I wait for further instructions. He grabs my jaw between his thumb and forefinger, tilting my head as far back as it can go as he stares down at me. “You still think you can take everything I have to give?”

I lick my lips. “And then some.”

He arches an eyebrow. “We’ll see about that. Yeah?”

“Mmm,” I murmur, leaning forward without waiting for any further permission, I lick the bead of precum from the tip of his cock before opening my mouth wide to take him inside.

“Fuck me, you’re dangerous,” he groans, rocking his hips until I swallow the crown. Pressing the flat of my tongue against his shaft, I suck softly and his moans turn to grunts as he pushes deeper. Both of his hands fist in my hair, tightening at the roots so that he can hold my head still while he fucks my mouth. “You keep sucking my cock this good and I might just keep you.”

“Hmmf,” I mumble, my mouth stuffed full as he rams his cock against the back of my throat so hard that drool dribbles down my chin and onto my chest.

“She good, bro?” the vampire asks.

“Fuck yeah,” the clown hisses, fingers digging even tighter into my scalp as he fucks my face with deep, punishing thrusts.

“I wonder how wet you’re making her fucking her throat like that.”

The clown tilts his head so he can look me in the eye, pulling his mask down and revealing his familiar handsome face. “You’re soaking, aren’t you, Red?”

I bat my eyelashes to signal that yes, I most definitely am. My entire body is trembling with anticipation and excitement. I love pushing their buttons, and I especially love when they get into a little role playing with me. He winks before he puts his mask back in place. “Yeah, I definitely think we can find a few uses for this one, bro,” he grunts as he sinks deeper, slipping further down my throat.

I wish my hands were free so I could hold onto his muscular thighs as he punishes me, throat fucking me relentlessly as his fingers dig into my scalp and his rope cuts into my wrists. My knees are aching from the force of him thrusting into me while I’m kneeling on the cold concrete floor, but my pussy is dripping wet for him and his brother. Desperate for them both to use me in any way they want.

“Maybe we will keep her then,” the vampire’s soft laugh drifts through the room but it’s almost drowned out by the blood rushing in my ears.

“Jesus. Fuck!” the clown roars as he grinds his hips one last time, shoving every single millimeter of his cock down my throat, and I lap it up, sucking and licking him as he slowly slips out of my mouth, greedy for every single drop he’ll give me.

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