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King keeps hold of me as he backs into the room.
My lungs are struggling to pull in breath as my eyes hurry to take in the rest of the details.
The room is a concrete block, not much bigger than a standard bedroom, with a few bare bulbs suspended from the ceiling.
It’s clean, and might look plain, if not for the captive and giant tool chest along the side wall.
Once we’re inside the room, King turns so he’s facing the man, and I’m facing the wall. But the way I’m wrapped around King, and the way he’s gripping my ass, means that my dress is riding up and giving the other man a view of King’s hands as they fondle me.
One of King’s fingers strokes over my back entrance and my vision blurs.
King nuzzles his cheek against mine. “He’s a horrible man. And he’s going to die tonight. But I’m going to fuck you in front of him first.”
Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck.
He rocks his hips forward, the pressure of his hard cock almost painful against my clit. “I wasn’t lying about killing anyone who sees you like this. So, this is the only way.”
This is so fucked up.
King slides me down his body until my feet hit the floor, then he spins me, so my back is to his front, and we’re both facing the prisoner.
One strong arm wraps around my body, holding me in place. “He doesn’t deserve to see you.” King’s other hand starts to bunch up my dress. “He doesn’t deserve this piece of heaven before I send him to Hell.” He doesn’t stop until my underwear is exposed. Until I’m exposed to this stranger.
So incredibly fucked up.
King slides his hand down my belly into my panties, and instantly groans, dropping his mouth to my shoulder. “Christ, you’re fucking dripping.”
I am. And I can’t stop my body from arching into his touch, even as I want to shout at him that my body was primedbeforehe showed me what was waiting for us.
But you’re getting wetter by the second.
He rubs against my slit, making his fingers slick. “This is how you come the first time.”
“King…” My hands reach up to clutch at the arm holding me in place. “We can’t…”
“We can.” He curls his fingers, sliding them inside of me. “And we will.” He drags his fingers out, slips them over my clit. “But I need you to come quick, because I need to be inside this sweet pussy.”
“I don’t…”
I was going to sayI don’t think I can. But then King fucking vibrates his fingers against my clit.Vibrates. And I can’t do anything other than cling to him.
“That’s it, Honey.” King presses the side of his mouth to my ear. So we’re nearly cheek to cheek. Both facing forward. Both looking at the man who’s staring wide-eyed back at us. “He can look all he wants. Because when we’re done, I’m going to cut the eyeballs out of his head.”
I start to whimper. Crying incoherently, because god help me, I’m enjoying this.
His fingers press harder and I can’t tear my eyes away. Watching the man as he watches King’s hand inside my panties.
“Come on, Baby.” The hand pressed between my breasts shifts, and I feel him tugging down the front of my dress.
I pull on his arm, but I don’t know if I’m trying to make him stop, or go faster.
But my confusion is beaten out by need, because as my tits spill free, and I can feel the man’s attention in my core.
Knowing he likes what he sees.
Knowing he can’t touch me.
Knowing King won’t ever let him touch me.