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K ieran pins me to the bed with such force it makes my heart skip and my breath hitch. He holds my arms above my head as I try to wiggle out of his hold, while Fintan steps closer with the rope from the basement. He binds my wrists and ankles to the bedposts expertly, and I am helpless once again.

They can do anything, and I have no power to stop them.

Tears spill from my eyes as Fintan grabs my throat. The shock causes me to close my eyes and open my mouth—letting out a pitiful scream. He swiftly shoves something between my lips, and I bite down on what feels like rubber.

A ball gag.

The gag in my mouth stifles any chance of me pleading for mercy, and he chuckles as he steps away from me. Judging from his demeanor, I can tell he is wearing a smug expression underneath the white fabric.

“Let’s see how much you can take, little Dove,” Kieran states with wicked intent dripping from every word. His hands roam over my body like a caress of malice, sending shivers through me that are equal parts fear and fucked-up excitement.

Fintan leans close to whisper, “You will remember this night forever, little Dove. If you obey, this memory might just turn out to be a good one.”

Suddenly, Kieran flicks off the overhead lights. I can barely make out their figures while my eyes strain to adjust to the darkness.

A sliver of moonlight filters through the window on the far side of the room, casting sinister shadows across the room as Kieran purrs tantalizingly close by, “Aww… You’re not scared of the dark, are you baby?”

Then Fintan’s voice joins his friend’s in the dark abyss, he appears to pull off his white mask and leans in to whisper something sinister against my ear: “Can’t let you see our faces, can we.”

I turn my head to one side and scream into the gag, though I know my screams will be muffled and utterly useless.

I kick my legs against the restraints and struggle against the bonds that hold me in place, but Kieran laughs as he kneels between my legs.

His voice is slightly deeper than Fintan’s.

A hand moves down over my body, feeling every curve, every ridge, every hidden place as he whispers erotic words that echo around us.

I hear something metallic clink near the wall beside the bed. Although I can’t see anything, my eyes follow the sound instinctively, widening at the memory of what I saw earlier. It’s the wall decorated with weapons and a plethora of fear-inducing sex toys.

Fuck!

Saturday, 2:46 AM

“So pretty, so delicate. Fintan will have you screaming, little Dove, and I’ll be right here to help him break you. Fuck you until you’re begging us to stop,” I growl in her ear, and she shudders at my words.

I lock my eyes on Fintan, following his every move as he clicks on one of the floor lamps and dims the brightness before stepping closer with his favorite knife. He leans down and swiftly makes a small cut on Alex’s juicy thigh.

You brave idiot. Fucking pick one! The goddamn lamp or the mask? Not both! We can’t let her see our faces.

She cries out a startled yelp from behind the gag, turning her head towards the sound of Fintan’s throaty chuckle. Thankfully, he turned before she could get a good look at his face.

Steadying my breaths, I grab her throat, squeezing tighter as I lean closer. “Keep your eyes on mine, little Dove,” I order in an intimidating tone. “I want to see you squirm—to see you writhe—to watch your eyes dim as you accept your fate.”

Her doe-eyes dart all over the dim room instead of doing what she’s told. I grip her jaw, forcing her eyes on mine while I feel every inch of her body with my free hand.

“Obedience will make this easier for you, doll,” I declare.

Aww, is our little Dove getting wet? She’s covered in goosebumps. How cute.

She trembles beneath my touch and the visual of her breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath makes me so fucking hard.

I release her throat and let my hands explore the curves of her figure with a roughness that elicits a breathy involuntary, muffled moan to slip from her lips as her eyes close.

Chuckling as I watch her reactions, I move my hand between her trembling legs and stroke her soaking wet pussy.

I knew it. She loves this. Our sick little doll loves to be played with.

She gasps into the gag, surprised at the sudden contact, and squirms under my demanding touch. I notice her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

Fuck, I need them between my teeth.

“Pretty little Dove… So naughty, not wearing a bra under this thin, skimpy little dress,” I whisper against her chest before moving my covered mouth over her barely clad breasts.

Teasing her nipple through the layers of material before lifting my mask just enough to take the fabric of her dress between my teeth and ripping it from her body.

Alex lets out a high-pitched gasp as I tear the fabric, and I feel myself being pulled deeper into this lustful haze swirling around the three of us.

That fucking sound is music to my ears.

She whines and squirms, looking around the room as if searching for her delusional escape. With my mask still exposing the lower half of my face, a chuckle rumbles from within me as I move my lips over her soft skin, kissing her neck and chest, licking and teasing her with a hungry, sinful tongue.

I could sink my teeth into her tender flesh and consume all of her. Fuuuck… My own depravity is intensified by all the bullshit I’ve been holding onto.

Fuck this!

Tonight, I let go of it all.

Saturday, 2:58 AM

I watch Kieran, mesmerized as he tastes and bites at her skin while she quivers shamelessly in his hold. I love seeing him getting lost in the moment.

Fuck, I need a taste, right fucking now .

Twirling the blade in my hand, I pull my mask back on, but only halfway like Kieran’s, and the anticipation boils over as I step closer. I watch her pretty face as she turns her attention to me as I move closer to them and kneel on the bed next to her.

Kieran focuses on her beautiful tits and teases her mercilessly while I practically buzz with the need to taste everything she has to offer.

Biting my lower lip, I grip her thighs and force them apart for me. She whimpers as I lean down and slide my tongue from her thigh, licking upward slowly, leaving a wet trail of saliva across her fair skin that makes her shiver.

A deep, primal groan vibrates from my throat as my tongue meets the cut on her thigh and she flinches. The copper taste drives me wild as I lick the length of it. “The thought of your blood all over me makes me so fucking hard,” I breathe against her slick flesh.

I glance up at her face and watch her pretty eyes widen as I slip two fingers inside her.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Such a good, pretty plaything.

When I untie you, spread your legs and get those knees up so I can taste that sinful little cunt,” I murmur, breathing in the scent of her arousal before sitting up.

Untying her ankles before I kiss my way up her legs, I grip her thighs and force her delicious legs further apart. I rip my mask from my face completely, confident that buried between her legs, she won’t see my face in the dim light.

She whimpers as I ghost my warm breath against her eager pussy. “You’re so fucking lucky, little Dove,” I growl against her cunt, nipping her clit with my teeth before getting a proper taste.

Fuuck, she tastes like divinity. I need to taste more of her. I want to taste her fucking soul.

“So fucking lucky we like you, even after you fucked up our fun little game of chase,” I say, letting my breath tease her clit as I speak.

A wide grin tugs at the corners of my mouth as I hear her suck in a deep breath when I push my digits inside her again and slowly increase the speed of my fingers pumping in and out of her deliciously tight cunt.

“I’m going to make you scream, little Dove. ”

She lets out an adorable mewl and shivers as I lift my head away from her needy cunt. Her sweet noises soon replaced by whimpers laced with fear as I trail the flat of my blade over her wetness.

Flipping the knife around, I press the handle against her slick entrance as I lean down and flick my tongue against her clit. I drip saliva onto the end before I push it inside her to the hilt, her breath hitches, and a muffled gasp escapes from behind the bright red ball gag.

Instinctively, she tries to snap her legs closed— Big mistake, Dove .

A deep growl trembles from my throat as I force her legs apart.

Propping one leg up and hooking it over my shoulder, I use my free hand to press the other into the mattress.

Letting my fingernails dig into her inner thigh as I hold her down, I lean down and nip at her clit again, biting down a little harder than before and making her cry out into the gag.

“Don’t fucking move, or I will turn this blade around and gut you from the inside, doll.” She cries and squirms against the bed, and I can’t help but chuckle at the adorable helplessness she radiates.

What is it about this girl?

Fuck, one moment she’s letting us toy with her, and she loves it; but the next, she’s overcome with terror and tries to get away.

Hmmm… that drives me fucking wild.

My cock pulses almost unbearably as I hear her moan against the crimson ball in her mouth and she writhes; not-so-subtly grinding her hips as I flick my tongue faster while pumping the handle in and out.

“That’s it, baby. Does my tongue make you feel good while I fuck you with my knife?” I murmur before sucking on her clit.

The loud whimper and sudden lifting of her hips causes me to grip the blade harder and it slices into my palm. I shudder through the sting but bite back the groan as my cock pulses painfully in my jeans.

Fuuuuck, little Dove, you shouldn’t have.

I nearly lose my mind as I watch my warm blood start to coat her inner thighs along with her delicious arousal.

The sight along with the sting nearly has my eyes rolling back as I breathe in the copper mixing with her scent.

It’s enough to make me lose my breath and I can almost taste this volatile cocktail of pure, primal lust on my tongue.

Hmmm, baby, you’re killing me…