Page 31 of Poisoned Pawns (The Gamemakers Trilogy #1)

“Mmm, I do. This fucking throat is so tight. Fuck, Ivanna. You make me want to choke the life out of you, then fuck your dead corpse,” I spit through gritted teeth.

Her mouth feels amazing. I take my knife and run the blade down her face gently, following the tears and spit falling from her face.

Digging the metal into her jaw a bit, she moans, which only tightens her throat, causing my legs to shake.

“Such a good girl, Ivanna,” I praise as I glide the blade down her neck, adding just enough pressure for the skin to break.

Her hips gyrate as she fucks his face while I fuck hers.

It’s such a gorgeous sight to see. Her laid out, letting us do as we please to her.

Fuck, it makes me want to cum already. Pulling her face off my cock, she pants, wiping her lips.

“Pretty Boy, lay on your back,” I command as he places a soft kiss against her swollen lips, then lays next to her on his back. “Good boy! Now, Spitfire, sink onto his cock,” I order, taking a step back to grab another blade and handing it to Pierce.

He smiles, and I bend down, sucking his bottom lip.

He grips my length, stroking me, and I growl as she grips my hair, pulling me away from Pierce only to bring us together for a kiss.

Our tongues swirl together, moaning as her hand finds my cock and they both stroke me, her thumb running over the tip making me hiss.

Pierce moans loudly as she sinks onto him.

I pull away and round the bed, climbing on it and sitting behind her and in between his legs.

He takes the knife and glides the metal all over her tits, and I take mine and cut into her shoulders and down her spine.

I reach around her and gather the blood that is seeping down her chest to coat my cock.

Pushing her back down towards his chest, I run my dick up and down her ass cheeks.

“Take a deep breath, Spitfire,” I tell her as I slowly shove my aching cock into her cunt alongside Pierce’s. Sinking into her inch by fucking inch, causing her to whimper.

“You’re doing so good, Vee. That’s it. Take a deep breath and push back against him,” he praises, gripping her hips as he guides her. A moan spills from his lips when he feels me stretching her as my cock runs alongside his.

“Mmm, so tight,” I groan, snapping my hips as he thrusts into her. She reaches around, wrapping her one hand around the back of my neck, pulling me towards her. I bite the side of her throat as my eyes collide with his. He bites his bottom lip as he pinches her nipple.

“Jesus, fuck. I feel so fucking full. Fuck!” she pants as her body quakes in my arms. Taking my knife, I slice into her torso while he cuts down her chest again. Blood smears over my arms as we fuck her tight hole.

“Pretty Boy, you are not allowed to cum!” I order, and his brows dip.

“What the fuck, Des, I’m so fucking close. Feeling you next to me while she tightens this perfect pussy makes me want to nut so hard already,” he whines, but I shake my head.

“No cumming, Pretty Boy,” I tell him, reaching down, flicking her clit.

“Fuck! I’m going to cum!” she yells.

“That’s it, baby. Let me feel you soak our cocks,” I command. Her body dripping sweat the harder we thrust into her.

“Yes, just like that. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begs, as I thrust harder, flicking her clit faster.

“Shit, I don’t know if I can hold it any longer!” Pierce growls.

“Cum, Spitfire! Now!” I command, pinching her clit. She tightens around us as her whole body convulses.

“I-’m–I–I…” She doesn’t finish the sentence as warm liquid floods us and drips onto Pierce’s lap.

I pull out roughly and lift her off of him, only to slam her back down on me.

I shove her face into his lap and pound into her brutally until I feel that familiar tingle rush up my spine, causing me to pull out and jerk my cock fast, spilling my load all over her messy cunt.

Taking a breath, I smear the tip of my dick against her tight hole and let her up.

She pants as Pierce seethes, staring at me with narrowed eyes. He sits up, grabbing her by the hips.

“Sit on my face, Vee. I have a mess to clean up!” he growls, not taking his eyes off mine, and I raise a brow.

He helps her climb up his body, then hovers over her mouth.

“Enjoy the show, asshole!” He winks as his tongue glides from her clit over her soaked cunt to her tight hole.

He sucks my cum from her ass, then spits it on her clit, only to lick it clean.

She moans, grinding herself on him. Walking next to them, I wrap my hand around her throat and force her to look at me.

“Do you like him cleaning our mess, Spitfire?” I ask, tightening my grip. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she pants.

“Yes, so fucking much.”

“Good, now use his face and make yourself cum again. And don’t take your eyes off mine!

” I order. She licks her lips and sinks down on his face, rolling her hips as his fingers dig roughly into her luscious thighs.

“Yes, just like that, Ivanna. You’re such a good girl,” I praise as Pierce takes everything she’s giving him.

If it wasn’t for this game, I’d climb between his legs and take his cock down my throat, but I can’t.

Her sweet moans echo through the room as her body riddles with goosebumps.

She shivers as her hips move erratically, then I release her sexy throat and she screams her release, slowing down her pace.

She pants, trying to catch her breath, making me smile.

“Good girl, Spitfire,” I praise again and take a deep breath, already regretting what I have to do next.

Walking around the bed, I grab the rope from my desk and look at them.

“Spitfire, lay next to Pretty Boy,” I command, and she does just that.

Taking the rope, I tie his one hand to the bedpost, walk around the other side and tie her hand to the other, then take both of their hands and wrap the rope around them.

Stepping back, they both look at me with confused expressions.

“I have to do this! I wasn’t given a choice,” I tell them, and they still stare at me, panting, as I grab the whip from my desk and begin giving them their lashes. The leather flies through the air, landing on her stomach, causing her to cry out. I do the same to him, only he growls at me.

“Why are you doing this?” he asks, and I shake my head.

“Two,” I grit, sailing the whip against her skin and then his, red welts littering their bodies.

“Please, Des, you don’t need to do this,” she cries, but I just keep shaking my head, hating that I have no choice. Hating that I’ll never be able to do this again to them because now the fun is tainted.

“Enough Desmond. This isn’t funny. Let me out!” he yells, thrashing against the rope.

“Three, four, five,” I yell, snapping the leather against them, watching as their skin breaks with each hit. My arms are already getting tired from how hard I’m hitting them. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper.

“Des, please. I can’t take it. You’re hurting me,” she cries out the more I hit her.

“Six, seven, eight,” I grit, hating myself the more I do this. This is one of the things I hate being done to me, and now look, I’m abusing the ones I care for. For what? Some sick, depraved fantasy shit on the dark web. I’m so disgusting.

“Please, Des. Stop. It fucking hurts. You don’t have to do this! Just stop!” she screams.

“Desmond. This is not fun, and it sure as fuck isn’t sexy,” he shouts, but I ignore his pleads and her sobs, begging me to stop.

“Nine, ten,” I pant, dropping the whip and falling to the floor.

“I'm so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry,” I cry, crawling over to the bed and untying Pierce’s hand, only for him to rear back and clock me in the face, sending me to the ground.

I can’t even get mad. I deserve that. I hurt them.

The two people I care about most. I lay on the floor, too embarrassed to move or say anything.

Her sobs break my heart, and it's all my fault.

Hearing the door close is like a nail in my coffin. They will never be able to forgive me for that. How can they when I can never forgive myself?