Page 17 of Raine

Chapter8

Raine

“What the fuck are you talking about, Raven? You said you’ve been watching me, not fucking my best friend!”

“Wow, she is feisty tonight; wouldn’t you agree, Arrow?”

“It would seem so, Raven. What do you think we should do about it?”

“Oh, don’t you fucking dare talk about me like I’m not here, you fuckers!”

“She does have a mouth on her, I’ll give her that.”

“Better when it’s wrapped around my cock.”

My eyes pinball between the two of them. They hated each other, but now they were teaming up to do what? I had no fucking idea, but I didn’t like the unsettling feeling that was pooling and swimming throughout my body.

“What are you two doing? You hate each other, for fuck’s sake!” I scream out, trying to get their attention back on me and away from the weird conversation they’re having, like I’m not sitting right here. “Don’t you remember she didn’t want me to see you again, Arrow? What the fuck is going on here?”

“You’ve been abusing yourself, Raine,” he says, and I hear the hint of sadness before he snuffs it out and continues, “So we decided on a little intervention for your punishment.”

Wait, what?

“I didn’t agree on anything with you, Arrow!”

“And I’m not going to touch. Well, not until you’re begging me too, anyway.”

I yank on the ropes and feel the burn around my wrists. Raven knew how to use the rope to her advantage; there was no way I wasn’t getting out of this hold, no matter how hard I tried.

“Your safe word is bad,” Raven says calmly.

“Fuck you!” I spit, and she pulls the gag out again.

“Don’t you dare put that on me, Raven, so help me; I will gut you.”

She stands in front of me, her head tilted to the side, analyzing me. “Are you using your safe word?” she asks innocently, but I see the spark of challenge in those slate depths.

I’m not one to back down from a challenge, so I inhale deeply and shake my head. “Good girl. Now open up.”

I do as she says, and she places the red ball in my mouth, then tightens the straps so it stays in place. Arrow and Raven look at each other, and I can see the conversation they’re having between them — one I’m not privy to, and it pisses me off.

I yell at them from behind the gag, but they pay me no mind, walking toward the bed before Arrow takes a seat on it and crooks his finger at Raven.

They better not be doing what I think they’re doing. Raven slips off her heels and steps between his open legs, lowering her mouth to his. I see red, the same color as her fucking walls.How dare they do this to me?

They kiss hard, with Raven’s moans filling the air, and I can’t help the wetness leaking from my center. Humiliation has always been a kink of mine, but cuckolding me like this — well, this is on a whole different level.

I pull on the rope, trying to rock the chair so it’ll fall over and stop this, but when I hear the handcuffs jiggling, I know Raven thought of everything, and now I’m forced to watch this unfold.

They break away from the kiss, panting, and Arrow moves to stand, slowly undressing with his eyes solely on mine. And again, I wonder why I can’t love him like he needs me to, wondering if maybe I would have been different if I allowed myself to love like him.

That thought feels like acid on my tongue when he smirks at me, shirtless, and throws Raven on the bed, lifting her skirt and positioning her so I can see she’s bare underneath.

I moan behind the gag; the saliva starting to pool and drip down my chin as I watch the erotic scene in front of me unfold. How can I be livid at the pair of them but turned on beyond measure at the same time?

He gets on his knees, spreads her legs wide, and spits on his fingers before inserting them inside Raven’s pretty pussy. She whimpers, her back bowing off the bed as Arrow works his magic.

Mesmerized, I stop spitting profanities and feel the tears trickle from my eyes and down my face. I want to be there with them, and they knew this would be the perfect punishment.