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Story: Our Little Dove (Hush #2)
“ W hy are you still fucking dressed?” Kieran growls harshly as he invades my space. Before I can respond with my usual line, “I don’t submit”, he has my throat in a grip so tight it makes my heart skip.
There is no patience in his demeanor and I fucking love this side of him. The side I haven’t seen. Ever. But I do not submit to anyone and no part of me believes it is even a possibility.
I am curious. How far will he go to try? What will he do that numerous others have failed to do to dominate me?
“You will submit, Mo mhuirnín. You can do this for me,” he demands, and the tone of his rough voice almost makes me consider it. Almost.
I swallow as much as I can with his hand around my throat and smirk up at him. He knows what my expression means, and that seems to darken his piercing gaze.
He knows better than to ask me again, but instead of accepting it like he usually does, he yanks me down until my knees hit the concrete with a thud.
Despite my heart hammering at the realization that perhaps this time, he won’t back down; a groan slips from my lips, and I blink up at him, feeling the low thrum of pain move from my knees straight to my dick.
He says nothing as he rips open his jeans, button flying to the side, and zipper detaching from the fabric. His fingers nearly bruise the sides of my neck as he pulls my face toward his already hard cock.
“Do as you are told!” Kieran hisses through gritted teeth. “Open your fucking mouth.”
I yank my head back just enough to look up at him. “Why don’t you beg if you want your dick sucked, Darlin’?”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, Kieran lets go of my neck and hikes up his knee to my chest, successfully knocking me backward onto my ass.
Yep, I don’t think he’s playing around.
“I won’t be the one begging, Fintan,” he rasps. With his jeans still hugging his thighs, his cock twitches as he lowers to his knees and grapples with my waistband.
“Beg me. Submit to me,” he says, his breathing becomes urgent, loud, and fast. He pulls my pants down, yanking it over my knees until the fabric catches on my boots. Annoyed, he rips them off my feet one at a time, followed by my jeans.
Despite my instinct to get out of this, my cock is hard against my abdomen and my chest rises and falls to the same rhythm as his heavy breaths.
“Kieran…” I start in a choked tone, but the words I have almost trained myself to say die on my tongue when I see the pleading look in his eyes.
“I don’t submit.”
I can’t.
The silent plea mixes with longing and the primal heat radiating off his body. Fuck, he looks as conflicted and broken as I feel.
I think he needs this. I think he wants to recreate what Alex did to us here. He wants to rewrite this scene of our fucked-up story. I want to help him. I do, but I can’t just push my trauma aside and not feel its icy claws ripping me apart from the inside.
How do I give him what he needs when I am trying to keep myself from falling apart?
I guess I have to try. I won’t know if I don’t.
“I-I don’t know how to do this. Help me. Make me, Kieran,” I whisper. Alex squirms in her cuffs as she stands with her bare body against the wall.
She is breathing as heavily as we are, clearly enjoying the show, and the fact that she is here, naked and watching, has my cock throbbing.
Our sexy little voyeur is a pleasant distraction from my demons.
Kieran’s fingers trail lightly over my length. Starting at the base and slides over each ridge of my piercings until he reaches the tip.
Fuuuck, his hand feels so good.
Before I can do what I’m thinking, Kieran lets out a deep sigh and moves away from me, straightening off the icy floor and pulling up his pants before he stalks toward Alex, as if he is frustrated that I took too long to do something.
I remain on the floor, confused and my heart thuds wildly as I try to make sense of what the fuck just happened.
I am not giving Fintan what he wants. This is my game, and if he is not willing to play, he’ll have no choice but to watch until he gives up his control.
I reach Alex and immediately unhook the cuffs from the wall, jerking her against me with the chain that links her wrists. The soft sound she makes has my heart racing faster.
“Stay on the floor and don’t move a fucking muscle,” I order Fintan while snaking my fingers into Alex’s soft, bi-colored hair. A quick tug on the strands at her nape has her craning her neck and those beautiful, hazel eyes find mine.
To my surprise, I don’t hear Fintan move. Alex’s lashes flutter and her breathing is causing her tits to brush against my chest, making me rock hard again.
“Tell me what you want, Kieran,” she whispers. With my hand still fisting her hair, I lead her toward the chairs near the table and sit her down in the closest one.
“Call me sir,” I order; one side of my mouth tilts up as I kick her legs wide open for me.
I leave her like that, her already glistening pussy on full display before I saunter over to the wall of toys and restraints again, grabbing her gas mask from that day off the hook next to the leather whip she used to get herself off while watching us.
“Yes … sir ,” she whispers in an excited but shaky breath. Pulling the mask on, I turn away from her. She lets out the cutest impatient whimper.
Aww, don’t worry little Dove. I’m far from finished with you.
I stride toward Fintan, who, like a good boy , remains on the floor like I instructed. Flashing him a wink through the round, glass-covered eyes of the mask, I lean down and shuffle through the pockets of his discarded jeans.
I am not the one with the blood kink, but fear is another story. Fintan’s knife is always on him, and I intend to use his favorite toy to do whatever I please.
My fear kink surfaced during the first time we used kinkactors.com to get a kinky and willing girl for our content on Hush. She did not know I was filming everything we did, and she was happy thinking I was doing my job of fulfilling her fantasy. Fintan and I made separate videos back then.
My kink was confusing at first and I thought there had to be something seriously wrong with me. It didn’t matter if it was my fear or that of whoever I was fucking on tape.
That was easier to accept about myself than admitting that I have been in love with Fintan since we were kids.
Shaking thoughts of the past from my head, I twirl the knife in my fingers as I return to Alex, who is practically writhing on her seat.
Fintan groans behind me, and as soon as I dip my fingers between her thighs and lift my other hand to hold the knife near her throat, I hear him defy my instructions.
I squeak out a louder-than-intended yelp as Kieran holds a knife to my neck and his fingers brush my clit in a torturously slow movement. The sight of him in a mask again, my mask, has me so fucking wet and ready for this, I should be ashamed.
I am not.
Then another sound slips from my mouth as Fintan appears from behind Kieran with an indescribable look on his face. His white hair hangs halfway over his eyes in messy strands, making him look deliciously dangerous.
“Did I tell you to get up?” Kieran growls, his voice sounding deeper and slightly muffled by the mask.
“Did you think I would just do whatever you say because you said so? You have my knife in your hand and your fingers between our Dove’s thighs.
You seriously expect me to stay on the floor while your back is turned to me and you have all the fun?
” Fintan growls back. His voice is clearer than his masked counterpart’s and not as low and gravelly.
Fintan looks angry, hurt even as he stands there. His fists balled at his sides.
Kieran snorts out a laugh and just as Fintan grabs the collar of his shirt to say something else, as soon as his mouth opens, Kieran moves swiftly, pulling his fingers from my pussy and pushes them into Fintan’s mouth.
His eyes are wide, but a deep groan bubbles from him as his lips close over Kieran’s digits. The sight has me panting as if I am a bitch in heat.
If I didn’t know any better, it looks like these two are either about to have an insane frenzied fuck right in front of me or there will be a bloodbath.
My wrists are still cuffed and Fintan’s knife is still resting against my skin as I blink wildly at the scene unfolding before me.
Fuck, this is so hot and absolutely insane.
While I am practically soaking my seat and basking in the intense sexual tension thickly floating around us, I am not entirely convinced that I won’t find myself cleaning blood off the floor later.
Kieran’s expression is obscured by the mask, but Fintan has a murderous golden glint in his eyes as he stares into the two round holes of the mask.
“Submit, and you can join in on the fun,” Kieran teases as he pulls his fingers from Fintan’s mouth. Fintan stands motionless for a moment, thinking it over, but his expression hasn’t changed.
“God, can one of you undo these so I can help myself?” I mewl, holding out my cuffed wrists when they look at me.
Instead of taking them off, Kieran chuckles before grabbing the chain between my wrists with the hand holding the knife and pulling me off the chair until I am standing against his hard body.
“Are you jealous?” he muses. “Don’t worry, Dove. I intend to fuck you until you scream for me, and I will not stop until I have had my fill.”
My breathing is shallow and fast as I take in his words. The anticipation alone is enough to have me moaning in agreement as I nod, and he allows me to step back to take a seat again.
Kieran lets go of the short chain and turns his attention from me to Fintan again. Without speaking the words, he motions for Fintan to lower himself with the knife, and my God, the look of defiance in Fintan’s eyes while he drops to his knees makes my legs weak.
Thank fuck, I had the good sense to sit down when I did. Why don’t I have any popcorn for this show?!
This has got to be the cruelest, sexiest way to edge me yet. I am so horny I might explode just by watching these two.
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