Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
I stand back and take in her bound hands. “Fucking beautiful.”
I repeat the process for her ankles, waist, and thighs before hoisting her up so her head is level with my dick.
I bend so I’m at eye level with her. “You have your safe word. Use it if you need to, and it will all stop.”
Briar nods.
I hold her full tit in my hand and clip the nipple clamp on one and then the other. “It’s okay, beautiful. I know you like it. I’ll let you have the pain. I’ll let you have anything you want if you’ll stay, even if it’s hard for me to give it to you.”
She locks eyes with me, and I see the sadness in her eyes that parallels mine. Through the silence, we tell each other the things we want but are scared to say and the things we need but can’t have because they would destroy us.
I bring my lips to hers, savoring her taste. My Briar, jooné del-am. Deepening our kiss, I pour every ounce of emotion I have for her into it. I desperately need to show her how she’s captured my heart, and if she leaves, it will be like ripping it right out of my chest.
With the swipe of my tongue against hers, I try to convey how much she needs us. That with us, she’ll have everything she could dream of.
With the sigh from my lips, I hope she understands how much she means to us and that we’d stoop to any level of depravity to ensure she stays.
“Please stay.”
“I can’t,” she whispers.
Her words send rage through my veins. I want to punish her for being so stubborn, for not understanding that her decision won’t just hurt us but will ruin her, too.
Losing hope of convincing her before things go too far, I work on instinct as I open the fly of my black dress pants and unleash my cock. “Open up.”
She does as she’s told, with none of her usual struggle or pushback. A hiss escapes my lips at the first contact of hers on my dick. “That mouth of yours was made for sucking cock. Look how well you’re taking me.”
I grab the back of her hair and hold her against me. Her gags make me want to fuck her more, to own her, to show her I have all the power. It’s all lies because the power lies with her, the owner of my damn heart.
Copious amounts of spit trail out of her mouth as I pull back.
I grip the rope and hold it still before I bend to kiss her. “Give me all that spit, baby.”
Her warm spit cascades in my mouth, and we swap it back and forth until I take hold of it and stand.
Her large hazel eyes gaze at me, and I smile before I spit on her face. She opens her mouth to catch her breath, and I shove my cock deep into her throat.
She thrashes at the rope. She’s uncomfortable. I should stop. But fuck, her mouth is the fucking catalyst that brings a man to his knees. So warm.
I hit the back of her throat, and she can’t breathe. I like the surge of power from the act. Maybe Malachi is right—I enjoy humiliating her.
Malachi steps up to us and taps my shoulder. “Why don’t you go fuck her tight cunt and give me her slutty throat?”
Chapter 21
Briar
(Present Day)
Being bound and suspended while being gang-banged in a room of people is an out-of-body experience. There’s power in surrendering control when it’s your choice and when it’s with people you trust. Even with Malachi, I’ve always been safe. They’ve always put me at the center, worried about my comfort, happiness, and peace.
“Can’t run anywhere when you’re tied up like this, Tiger.” Malachi smirks and slaps my face with his dick.
My lips form around him, and I take him into me. I love Malachi’s cock. I love the piercings and the color of his tattoos. I smile as I swallow my name written in big, bold letters on the right side of his Jacob’s ladder.
“That’s it, slut. Take all of Daddy. Show me what a cock loving whore you are.”
Wet. I’m so damn wet. Every time Malachi calls me a name, my pussy gushes. For the last two years, I’ve been walking around with two pairs of panties in my purse because these men have me running like a faucet.
He grips my hand and holds my head down, forcing me to gag on him. It’s hard to breathe like this, especially when he’s also blocking my nose against his flesh.
I moan as Dariyus slams into my pussy. He doesn’t try to coax me cause he knows he doesn’t need to. I’m ready. They speed up their thrusts, fucking me like a piece of meat. A toy for their use.