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LUX

“ Y ou didn’t have to knock her out,” I spat, pulling at the intricate knots of rope that held her breasts hostage. “She was more than willing to follow us for some fun.”

That was the game he played. While I wasn’t too fond of it at all, if that’s what she wanted, I would comply. Nothing we had done tonight hit a hard limit.

Best friend or not, if he went too far, I would make him pay for it. Sharing was hard enough as it was, and watching her struggle brought up memories that I refused to bring to the forefront of my mind.

Her sister loosely filled me in on what’s been going on the past few years, but I wanted more information. I’d get it tonight. When she was tired and broken…vulnerable.

King was here strictly for pleasure. Starting off as my wingman, I found it fun to play with him sometimes. With or without female company. He taught me everything I knew about the BDSM lifestyle. But I wouldn’t be calling him ‘Sir’ tonight.

Though she wants to be controlled, I’m here for her pleasure, not mine. I just can’t wait to be balls deep inside that woman, making her scream my name. I couldn't care less if I came from it.

Lightning spread to my groin as I carefully kneaded the circulation back into her tits. My cool fingers brushed over and over on her heated skin and I bit my bottom lip. I’ve waited years to touch her, and after tonight she would be the only one I would, for the rest of my life.

“Come on man, it’s all part of the game, and she’s a willing participant. Loosen up and have fun,” he said cooly, taking her from me and throwing her unmoving form over his shoulder. “By the end of the night she’ll be begging for it. Fuck did her pussy feel good clenched around my cock earlier. I couldn’t stop myself, man.”

Our masks sat at the top of our head, and he threw a smirk my way I wanted to smack off.

“You fucked her? We had an agreement!”

We weren’t supposed to fuck her yet. Use her mouth, scare her, make her bleed, yes. But not fuck her. Jealousy twisted in my gut. A painful reminder of how long I’ve wanted her for myself, forced to watch her suffer. I clenched my jaw, pushing away the images that clouded my mind.

“Get off your pedestal. You know how long you’ve wanted her. Here’s your chance. One night Nick, it’s all you have.”

“It’s not about what we want. She deserves to be treated as more than just a toy. She deserves better than what we just did. Look at her!”

All the years I had to endure touching myself, imagining it was her hot, tight body against mine. Watching as my brother paraded her around like a trophy, abusing her, then stuffing her with hush money.

She had no idea I cheered the loudest for her when she left him for good, even if it meant I wouldn’t see her anymore.

Still, she showed up at every game and I’ll never know if it was because she had to, or that she wanted to. As fun as tonight’s events have been so far for King and me, doubt seeded within me. Was it fun for her? Is she really okay with being reduced to a fuckdoll?

“Yes! Look at her. Open your big blue eyes and realize she asked for this. These stupid games you’ve been forced to watch. Acting as a middleman, following her to make sure no one hurts her.” He had a point, and I could see his body tense and shake the more he spoke, but he still needed to be set straight, in a few aspects. “Bet you never thought of that. At least if she’s our toy, we control the outcome. We pull the plug if we need to.”

Fuck. He was right, and I loathed it. We’d take full advantage tonight and watch her carefully. I wanted this to be her last experience in this state. I couldn’t stand by idly and watch her destroy herself anymore. The anger swelled inside my body as he spoke about her in that fashion, and I held my finger toward him in warning. “I’m not here to hurt her for sport. You watch yourself tonight or you can leave.”

“She’s not a victim. She?—”

“Yes, she was!” My fingers pulled at my locks in frustration, and bile burned the lining of my throat, wanting to tell him about that night. I wasn’t ready, and it wasn’t my story to tell. “Tonight is more than a game to me. It’s about pleasure across the board, man. Her pleasure above all else.”

“I promise you Nick. She will enjoy every second of it. We all will.” My shoulders deflated at his low tone and my heart pounded in my chest. I hadn’t the slightest clue why my body had thrown itself into survival mode. Ready to fight him if it came down to it. “Let’s get her inside and warmed up. She’s freezing.”

Now, we could move on to more important things. Although, a small pang of guilt sat in the depths of my stomach for the way I reacted.

Age is just a number, Chloe, and after tonight all you’ll crave is being bound, gagged, and fucked by two cocks who want nothing more than to worship the ground you walk on. My dick twitched at the thought of them both dominating me one day.

Jogging up the stairs of the cabin, I reached around and flicked on the lights, holding the door open with one foot for King to bring her in. The cabin embraced us with its inviting heat, completely different from the chaos of the night. My breathing slowed, returning to normal as a wave of safety engulfed me.

It wasn’t hard to understand why she liked this place so much. I never really got to enjoy things I loved. My brother got everything, and here I was, stuck with the scraps. When my parents passed, everything went to him, which was fine. I didn’t want the blood money anyway.

I met King at fourteen and we’ve been friends since, throwing ourselves into sports and petty trouble. Lord knew an athletic scholarship would be the only way this guy was getting into any sort of collegiate program.

She’d sit in the stands with my family, never realizing every goal was dedicated to her. The stares, subtle hand brushes, and smart-ass remarks. Maybe she did and sat in denial. Who knows?

Her reputation was everything to her, the career woman. She won gold once, and she always flourished when dancing across the ice, and I loved watching every jump she landed smoothly. It destroyed her when she had been forced to quit.

Staying away was the only option for me as well. Coming back would only hinder her healing, but after the taste I’ve had tonight, I’m not sure how much longer that way of thinking will satisfy me.

Stuffing the mask in the back of my pants, a thump sounded from behind me, bringing me out of my thoughts. King had set her on top of the table in the kitchen, laying her flat along the lacquered wood.

“Watch her, I gotta piss and shower before she wakes up,” he grumbled. Each stair creaked under his weight until he made it to the top and the lock on the bathroom door clicked.

Heading toward her, it wasn’t hard to notice how her skin glistened with sweat and mud. Proof of her struggle, and will to power through.

Blood trickled down her split lip and my face flushed with heat as it sat against her skin, painting her like the most beautiful decoration. Frankly, I was surprised at how fast she ran tonight.

“So beautiful.” My fingers trembled as I brushed a strand of hair from her sticky face. She looked so peaceful, so vulnerable.

Her breasts bounced as her chest relaxed in peaceful slumber and her matted hair splayed out over the table. Shaking the thoughts away, my eyes found the fridge where she no doubt had some form of alcohol to pass the time and keep my dick from doing things it shouldn’t in her state. I saw her drinking earlier and searched around, but my eyes kept forcing their way to her sleeping form.

No. I can’t

God, it would be so wrong, not when she’s out cold.

Not by me though…Fucking stop, still wrong… I said to myself. My eyes bulged seeing the contents of the small appliance.

“What the fuck is that?” I mumbled to myself, pulling the zucchini from the bottom shelf. What in the food grade science experiment is this? This vegetable was twice the size it should’ve been, and the gears immediately started wracking my brain.

I can’t.

I fucking need to…

My cock strained painfully against my pants as I stalked over her and set it down next to her hips. He would be in the shower for a while, I had time. She could wake up and see my face. I don’t give a shit.

All I care about is the look in her eye when she realizes she’s getting fucked with nothing more than a glorified cucumber.

First, I needed a taste. I’ve been good. Grabbing her hips and pulling her ass to the edge of the table, I lowered to my knees, level with her core and licked my lips.

Dragging my fingers along her slit softly, dipping them inside to scoop out her wetness. Stretching and fingering her pussy I spread her legs wider, and dipped my head down to circle her clit. Even asleep, her body responded so beautifully to me.

Chloe knew what she wanted. Who she needed, even in her unconscious state. Adding another finger, I fucked into her greedy body as it pulsed for more.

“That’s it. So wet.” Pulling my shirt over my head, I looked her over in awe and my muscles flexed as I held her trembling thighs down. Watching with hungry eyes as she came.

“Such a Good Girl…”

Removing my fingers, I wrapped my lips around them and sucked the beautiful juices until my fingers were no longer glistening. Reaching up, I grabbed her full breast in my hand and squeezed, running a thumb along her nipple.

An animalistic moan rumbled in my chest as I dove in, dipping my tongue between her lips, and entered her in a sweet rhythm. She tasted better than I imagined, and the saltiness of her sweat mingled with the mud that caked on her still tasted amazing.

Spreading her wide, I watched as her pussy glistened with a new found wetness and need erupted like a fire within me. I wanted to be waterboarded with her juices as she came for me in her sleep.

Flattening my tongue against her, I licked from her entrance to her clit, flicking and sucking with my tongue. She started to stir, and it would stroke my ego in the best way to know I was the one who drove her to wake up this way.

“You taste amazing, and I can’t wait for you to feel my tongue against you.”

I’d have plenty of other times to kiss every part of her tonight and every night after. Right now, I needed to see her take this.

Reaching over her thighs, I grabbed the zucchini and lined it up with her entrance. Slowly, I inched it in and bit my lip hard, watching as her cunt swallowed it like the good slut she is. My mouth tasted like copper from how hard I bit down to suppress my own moans as I moved it in and out of her body rapidly.

My other hand moved over her, retracting her clitoral hood to find exactly what I was looking for. Swollen and pulsing, her clit called for me, so I obliged.

Flicking and rubbing in sync with every pulse, her pussy wide awake and coming for me. Her core tightened around the vegetable as she came, causing me to have to force it back in, slippery with her juices.

Continuing to drive into her hard, my hand drifted toward the button of my pants and I released my cock. It slapped against my abdomen in desperate need, and I gripped it hard. Running my calloused hand up and down my shaft slowly to the thought of her moaning my name.

Nicholas…

Beyond the silence the only sound was the squelching every time the vegetable fucked her mercilessly. I need more.

I craved her like a fire needs oxygen. She would never snuff out my flame, always reigniting my passion like the first time I saw her dance across the ice. God, it was fucking painful to live like this, but I welcomed the pain.

Inserted to the hilt, it stayed inside while I moved my mouth over her and sucked hard on her clit, creating a suction. Her pussy quivered at the contact pushing it back out. It landed on the floor and with a laugh I decided to leave it. No longer important.

A needy moan rippled through her body and entered mine. Flicking over her clit slowly, the moans encouraged me further, until a thick hand grasped my hair, locking me in place.

“You’re being a bad boy. Do I need to punish you too?” King groaned, pushing my face further into her.

My breath became shallow as I suffocated, but I didn’t want air. It wasn’t long before he noticed her beautiful moans, and I had to remember I wasn’t the only one here. He needed a taste too.

Releasing the hold on me, he walked around the table toward her head, and I knew what he wanted from her.

“Just wait,” I begged. The veins in my forearms were prominent the harder my fist gripped my dick, and I was close. “Let me have this.”

He sighed his displeasure but nodded, and I rose from my place between her legs. I ran my hand over her one last time, admiring her in this state.

Hot spurts of cum shot over her inner thighs and sweat ran down my heaving chest. My abdominal muscles tightened as I continued to empty over her.

Shit. Easily the best orgasm I’ve had in a while.

I nodded toward King before reaching around to grab my mask from where it hung on the back of my pants. She stirred, and her beautiful eyes opened slowly.