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I gasp for breath, sharp and violent as I jolt awake, my body lurching forward. The sheets cling to my sweaty skin, binding me to the bed.

“Hello, Tatum,” Wes says, tilting his head to the side in true slasher-movie fashion. “Sleep well?”

For a moment, I wonder if the softer Wes I saw before was just a dream. This time, I’m more alert, hyper-aware of everything. Have they pumped me full of something else—adrenaline, maybe? Whatever it is, the gentle side of Wes is nowhere to be found.

I sit upright, clutching the sheets close, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through me as I pull my knees to my chest. Wes stands at the foot of the bed, while Trick is beside me, both shirtless, wearing only their masks and black briefs.

My gaze flickers between them. Trick tilts his head, casually twirling a knife between his fingers. My eyes catch on an empty, discarded needle on the nightstand, leading me to suspect that I've been drugged with something stronger than whatever liquid was soaking my underwear.

Curiosity drives me to slide a hand between my legs, and finding that I’m still intact, I conclude they haven’t touched me while I was out cold. So why the drugs?

Trick's stare is calculated. Unnerving. Though the mask hides his face entirely, the weight of his gaze is palpable, pressing down on me like a physical force. He barely moves, yet he exudes a quiet confidence that intrigues me. Despite my vulnerability from my lack of clothing, my body is thriving from the danger, my nipples puckered as they brush the cotton.

"Do you want him baby?" Wes asks, as though he can sense my lust. I nod, forcing my gaze to the black holes of Trick’s eyes, licking my lips when it travels down his torso, to the arousal tenting his black briefs. “Don’t be shy, dead girl. Tell him what you want.”

I rise to my knees, blood rushing to my head and making me dizzy. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, I peel the sheets away, letting them pool around my hips. Every part of me aches with a need to be touched, no—consumed.

“Touch me, Trick. Make me feel good,” I plead, dragging my fingernails down his colourful torso.

He reaches out, gripping me by the throat. I hiss, my neck tender from the earlier pressure, but the pain is the sweet torture I crave.

The air between us crackles with tension as his fingers trace slow circles into my skin, kneading away the soreness with deliberate care. Each touch sends electric jolts through my body, amplifying the ache between my legs. Desire pulses from him, a silent force that speaks louder than any words as he strokes me, drawing out my need with every careful motion.

He presses the tip of the knife to my throat, the cold metal biting into my skin as he drags it slowly down my chest, my navel, my pussy…

The cold, hard steel of the blade pressed flat against my clit makes my breath hitch, the stimulation sending a shudder through my body that awakens every nerve.

“Such a good, obedient little slut,” Wes says. “Is this what you want? To be used and fucked by two men at the same time? To be worshipped by us? To be completely at our mercy?”

Before I have a chance to answer, Trick pulls the knife away and sets it on the nightstand. Squeezing my throat, he throws me backwards until I’m forced onto my ass, pinned against the headboard.

Wes climbs over me, caging me in. I squirm beneath his solid body, the fear and friction making my pussy clench and my nipples ache.

“Do you want him to play with your pussy while I fuck you?” he growls, his hot, minty breath seeping through the rubber of the mask. When I nod, he presses, “Words, baby. Use those pretty words.”

My eyes flick between the two masks before settling on Trick's. “Touch my pussy,” I breathe. “Use me.”

Trick loosens his hold, his fingertips gently splaying across my neck before trailing down my throat. He pauses to brush my hair over my shoulder, while Wes runs a gloved hand across my nipples. “These tits are so fucking perfect,” he says, before giving them a quick little slap. I gasp, embracing the sting as wetness pools between my legs.

Wes lifts his mask just enough to expose his full, pink lips. Without hesitation, he draws my nipple between his teeth, the swirl of his warm tongue sending a sharp rush of electricity through me, making my breath catch.

I gasp as he swiftly moves to the other side, his touch growing more insistent. Each flick of his tongue sends waves of pleasure and urgency through me, making my pulse race.

Kneeling over me, Wes retreats, peeling the remaining sheet down my skin, exposing inch after inch of naked flesh, clammy and prickled with goosebumps as he descends my body. Trick’s fingertips follow the path the sheets have left behind, exploring each newly exposed curve. His hand dips between my legs, eliciting a whimper.

“Such a pretty piece of flesh,” Wes murmurs as he kneels by the edge of the bed, spreading my knees apart. He produces my phone once again. “You need to see how perfect you are.”

He angles the camera towards me, panning it over my body, while Trick’s fingers trail over my stomach. Everything feels sharp and new, my consciousness reaching new heights, my awareness fine-tuned to every sensation running through my body.

“Be a good girl and crawl to me, baby.”

I crawl to the edge of the bed, tucking my legs beneath me. Wes kneels before me, while Trick resumes his position beside me. I crane my neck to face Trick as his hands roam my body—palms splayed across my stomach and breasts, the leather soft and warm on my nipples as he tugs them between his fingers, then slides his hand back up to wrap around my throat.

His fingers trace my bottom lip before sliding inside my mouth, hooking me behind my bottom teeth. I run my tongue along the backs of his fingers and bite down softly, intoxicated by the addictive, hypnotic energy he radiates. I'm completely captivated. I want to kiss his mask, but more than that, I want to kiss the man behind it.

As I reach for it, he flinches and pulls back. Perhaps he’s not ready to reveal himself. Yet, despite the rules I’ve set for myself, I find the boundaries blurring, my desire pushing me to break them.

If he won’t show his face, the least I can do is make sure his cock makes an appearance.

Reaching behind, I palm him through his briefs, eliciting an unexpected, muffled growl that sends a wave of need through my pussy and drives me to continue my pursuit.

There’s something almost innocent about stroking a guy through his underwear; it makes me feel virginal and pure, as if I’m rediscovering the thrill of exploring a male body. The thought of him coming this way drives me wild, and I’m tempted to see just how far I can take it. But my thoughts scatter when he removes his fingers from my mouth and presses them between my legs, making me moan through gritted teeth.

Trick prises my legs apart, cupping me, before his finger slides along my slit, making me gasp as I grind my hips against his hand. The feel of his fingers on me is so intense that delaying my release isn’t a luxury I have.

Wes kneels beside me, trapping me between him and Trick. His fingers tangle in my hair, yanking my head back so I’m forced to stare at the ceiling. His mouth claims mine with an urgent, almost ruthless intensity. Sweet and torturous, his tongue moves against mine with a practiced precision, as if we’ve done this countless times before. It’s the ultimate mindfuck. Breathless and speechless, I’m left reeling. If this is how he kisses, I can only imagine the way he fucks.

I reach around to cup the back of his head, my fingers slipping under the mask to tangle in his soft, sweat-slicked hair while he palms my breasts. I pull him closer, gripping his scalp to deepen the kiss, moaning into his mouth as Trick drags my nipple through his teeth.

Holy fuck. I think I died and went straight to the depraved depths of hell.

Heat blazes through my body as I grind my hips against the mattress, desperately trying to relieve the burning ache in my pussy. But the pressure is relentless, and it’s not enough. I need more.

Trick lowers his mouth to my stomach while Wes moves to my neck, his teeth nipping and biting the sensitive skin. Their synchronised actions intensify the ache between my legs and the marks around my throat. As Wes grips my hips, Trick’s face draws closer, just inches from mine.

I lean in, locking my gaze on those depthless black eyes, anticipating a kiss. Instead, he pacifies me by pressing four fingers knuckle-deep into my mouth. Eagerly, I suck on them, moaning as I swirl my tongue around each one, before he withdraws them and shoves them between my legs.

I grind my hips against his hand, watching him intently as he fucks me with his fingers before dragging my nipple into his mouth. Wes covers the areas Trick doesn’t, roaming over my breasts and stomach, nipping and biting every inch of exposed skin. His expert tongue swipes along my flesh, and his hands eventually climb up to wrap around my throat.

“You’re such a good girl for us, aren’t you, baby? Our perfect little slut,” Wes murmurs.

His words of affirmation push me closer to the edge, and I can’t respond. Instead, I stare into those emotionless black holes that have no right to make me feel this way, especially when I’m so close to release.

The pleasure is overwhelming, leaving me torn between holding back or letting my orgasm consume me. I want to stretch this feeling out, to make it last all night until I’m a sobbing, shaking mess, my body drenched in sweat and sex—filled up, cumdrunk, and utterly satisfied.

The thought makes me rock my hips harder against Trick’s hand, my throat making incoherent sounds as Wes repeats his tender praise.

“Do you like that, pretty girl? Does he make you feel good?”

Trick thrusts harder, curling his fingers to hit a sweet spot that has me whimpering, drawing desperate cries from my throat. My walls tighten, my body tense as he brings me to the edge. Just a few more thrusts...

Abruptly, he withdraws his fingers, dragging my nipple through his teeth and cutting off all stimulation. Wes quickly follows suit. My pussy throbs from the sudden emptiness, a deep, unsettling longing that magnifies all my insecurities.

But before I can fully process the sudden shift, Wes grabs my ankles from behind and flips my legs out from under me, eliciting a high-pitched shriek. I land flat on my back, pressed against the mattress with my legs dangling over the edge of the bed. He secures me in a headlock, his knees on either side of my face, his swollen cock conveniently positioned directly above me. Though their faces are hidden, I can sense their amusement from the way they hold themselves.

“Think you’re funny, do you? Violating me like this?”

“Yes,” Wes quips, dipping his head to give me a chaste kiss before whispering, “we’re going to violate you so. Fucking. Hard. And you’re going to love every second of it.”

His words make my stomach clench and my heart skip a beat. Before I can fully process them, Trick’s tongue snaps me back to reality, his relentless invasion of my pussy tearing a cry from my throat.

Pushing my knees to my chest, Trick furiously laps at my cunt, probing me with his tongue, savouring me like he’s on death row and I’m his last fucking meal. I reach behind my head and rub Wes’s cock through his briefs. He pulls it free and guides it into my mouth, the weight pressing deep into the back of my throat, while he massages my tits.

“Your mouth feels fucking amazing," Wes growls, his hand tightening around my throat as his thrusts become quick and shallow. Trick bites at my pussy, nipping at the flesh of my clit before spitting on it, coating it as his fingers and mouth work in ruthless harmony. “Fuck, Tatum. You look so pretty when you suck my cock.”

He jerks his hips, driving his cock deeper, and I choke around him as thick, hot spurts of cum coat my tongue. “Hold it in your mouth, baby.”

I do as he says, struggling to breathe while Trick continues his relentless assault on my pussy.

Wes’s seed leaks from the corners of my mouth, the sheer degradation amplifying my arousal as I near my limit. “Do you want to come?” he asks.

I nod eagerly.

Wes grips my throat, his fingers tightening just enough to heighten the sensation of my impending orgasm. Trick’s tongue curls inside me, hitting that sweet spot again and again, fucking me into oblivion with hard, fast thrusts that draw out waves of intense pleasure.

I moan around the invasion in my mouth, as white spots ghost my vision, and my head goes light.

“Good fucking girl.” Wes grips my throat, withdrawing his cock and giving my cheek a sharp smack before kissing me, his cum dripping from my mouth and into my hair. “You're doing so well, baby. Now, swallow for me.” I'm quick to comply, swallowing the rest of his seed, savouring the taste. “I love how good you are for us.”

The next string of praise, coupled with Trick’s sinful tongue, makes my legs shake uncontrollably, my body convulsing as a string of incoherent whimpers pour from my throat. When I come, it’s hard and violent. But Trick doesn’t let up. Instead, he closes his mouth on my clit and sucks again, pulling another orgasm from me instantly.

“You’re so pretty when you come, baby,” Wes says. “Do you want to taste yourself?"

I nod. Trick climbs over me, his palms pressing down on either side, pinning me in place. I can barely breathe, my heart racing as he cages me in and finally claims my mouth.

He tastes like me, mixed with mint and smoke and spit. His kiss is soft and teasing, warm like whisky, smooth as honey, and he takes his time, savouring me. I sink into it, completely enveloped by the languid, indulgent quality of his touch—he's exactly what I'm craving.

I tremble as he reaches between my legs, coating his fingers with my arousal before sliding them into my mouth. Our tongues swirl around his fingers, and I savour the addictive blend—a heady cocktail of smoke and musk that leaves me craving more.

Wes tilts my chin towards him and captures my mouth with a fierce, demanding kiss, his intensity a stark contrast to Trick’s gentle softness. He pulls back, playfully tugging at my bottom lip with his teeth, leaving me aching for more.

“Ride him, baby,” he says. “I want to see you come all over his dick.”

My body responds instinctively to his command. I shift into position, breathless with anticipation.

Wes’s voice is low and teasing. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I manage to reply, excitement coursing through me.

I’m on my knees, quite literally, for these men.