13
Every nerve in my body feels alive as those same two fingers that were just inside me plunge into my throat.
It’s timed perfectly with that vibrator finding my clit again, making my eyes roll and my tongue chase the flavor. I can do this. I can enjoy this. I fucking deserve it.
“She’s already falling apart for you, Manson.” His other hand joins in the fun, finding my g-spot in seconds. “I want her to strangle my fingers as she comes. Don’t stop.”
It’s almost overwhelming how good it feels. They prove in a matter of heartbeats that there will never be a duo on this planet better suited to please me — they work together like they’re two halves of the same whole, balancing the pressure and vibrations so perfectly that I come almost embarrassingly fast.
Their chuckles make my cheeks flush, but it feels too good to care. “Look at this.”
Ash slowly pulls his fingers out of me, showing us both a string of cum that connects us, and then sends a rush of heat through my core when he begins rubbing it on Manson’s cock.
“You’re making me want to fuck her now,” he growls, and I have to admit I’m on his side here.
The chain from my handcuffs slides off my stomach and drags my arm with it, and the sight makes Asher groan under his breath and reach down to grip his own cock. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Do it. Fuck her, Manson. Her pussy is craving its first load of the night.”
His pants disappear as Manson gets into position, both of them watching the spot where he pushes himself inside me. It’s fucking surreal. I can’t move my legs to wrap them around him, can’t reach up and touch the tattoos on his arm or the scar on his shoulder. Maybe it’s for the best. It’s hard to feign indifference when I’m dying to kiss him again.
“God, she’s so wet,” he groans, pulling out to slam in a little deeper.
“Yeah? No mercy, Manson. Fuck her hard while she’s trapped here and can’t reach out to slow you down.”
He immediately complies when Asher reaches out to slap me across my cheek, making my pussy clench so hard Manson grunts. “Fuck. Do it again.”
I’m too fucking shocked to argue as Ash climbs onto the bed for a better angle and slaps me even harder, first on that same cheek, and then again on my breast.
“Fuuuuck!”
Manson speeds up as the sting reverberates through my whole body and I’m reminded over and over again that I don’t have control of myself right now. Every instinct to move to push him, to recoil is met with absolutely no action at all — and I’d be mad about it if it wasn’t making me dripping fucking wet.
Holy shit.
Exhaling hard, I focus on the way Manson grips my thighs and how it feels to have that fat cock splitting me open, then tip my chin to Asher in a challenge. “You hit like a girl.”
His eyes darken in challenge, especially when his best friend laughs at him. “Do I?” he grunts, caving to my bait as he slaps me even harder.
This time it takes my breath away as my head swings to the side, but the way Manson whimpers has me so close to the edge it’s fucking sad. “I thought you hated me?” I goad. “Doesn’t—”
The next one sends me into an orgasm I’m not sure will ever stop. I lose track of what they’re doing, what they’re saying, everything but how good it feels.
When I come to, my clit is trapped between Asher’s fingers and he’s talking Manson to ruin. “... fill her up with all you got, and then make her lick your cock clean while I do the same. Look at this desperate little slut.”
Manson comes hard with a growl, making me take every drop as Asher leans in to kiss him. Jealousy makes a second appearance as I realize part of me wants to kiss him too — but I don’t have time to dwell. As Manson pulls out and climbs up on the bed to do what Asher asked, my legs fall to the side and my brother leans in to add his spit to the mix, then slaps down hard on my clit. “How’s he taste, pet?”
His fat cock slaps down on my soaked pussy just as Manson yanks my head up to slide his length along my tongue.
I always have loved the taste of myself.
Shuddering, I suck him in deeper instead of responding, letting Asher feel the way my cunt squeezes him. “So fucking hot,” he whispers under his breath, and when he meets my eyes I swear he looks almost sheepish at the fact that I heard. Unlike when other people get embarrassed, he doesn’t recoil — it only makes him fuck me rougher and reach in to pinch my nose. “It’d be so easy to fuck this pretty little pet to death wouldn’t it, Manson?”
“Mmm, I don’t know. She’s tougher than she looks.” He snaps his hips to prove it, making me choke as my pussy spasms. “If we didn’t break her the first night, I’m not sure we ever will. Unless you have other thoughts?”
He pulls his cock out to make me chase it, to make me angry that I can’t fucking move and claim what’s mine, but when Asher leans in over me and sucks him in for himself I forget to be mad about it.
“Did you want to taste me, big brother? It’s all gone.”
“Selfish little pet,” he mutters, but I don’t miss the hint of a smile on his face as he pulls away. “I bet you want more, huh? Open your mouth.”
I slide my tongue out with my eyes on him as he spits it into my mouth, his face moving closer with each passing second, and before I know it he’s buried inside of me with his lips inches from mine.
Come on, I beg silently. Just do it. Do it while I can pretend I don’t have a choice.
Fucking kiss me.
But instead of giving me what I know we both crave he moves to the side and bites the hell out of my cheek.
Bastard.
“Well do it then, Asher. You think you can fuck me to death? Do it.”
“Nah... I think I want you alive a little longer,” he whispers into my ear. “I’m far from done with you.”
Thank god I can’t move my arms. The way that affected me, the way it went straight to my chest... all I want to do is wrap my arms around him until he’s surrounding every inch of me.
I tip my head back just enough to let him see the collar again, then flash him the most genuine smile I’ve ever been able to muster around him. “Promise?”
Meeting my gaze, he nods quickly and licks his lips. “Rub her clit, Manson. I want to feel her come.”
He pulls away and reaches out to grip my collar while he fucks me, making the extra stimulation pointless. I could get off a hundred times just like this, just watching him fuck me.
But with it? I don’t last a minute. The force of it makes me scream this time as every little rub makes me a little more sensitive.
The way they’re staring at me is different than they usually do. They’re using and taking advantage of me, sure, but there’s something else in their eyes as they watch me fall apart for them. I wish I could put my finger on what it is.
“So tight. Gonna make me come, pet.”
“Guess I can’t stop you from coming inside me, huh?” I ask with a smirk, twitching even though none of my limbs move. “I’m already so messy.”
“You are,” he agrees. “And I’m about to make it so much worse. How many loads you think you can take, Rhea?”
He snaps his hips harder and faster as he gets closer, bringing me to a scary realization: I have no idea how long this drug will last.
The fear flashing across my face makes Asher grip my collar tighter and slam deep inside me with a growl. I feel every pulse of his release, see every vein in his neck as he floods my pussy so much he mutters, “Fuck, it’s dripping down my balls,” to Manson.
I don’t understand why it almost sounds like a bad thing until Manson reaches into his nightstand and pulls out something that looks a lot like a buttplug. It’s not, it’s shaped a little different with less of a flared base and a narrower top that curves almost like a cupped hand, but something tells me it’ll serve the same purpose.
“Move, let me get it inside her.”
Ash pulls out painfully slowly, their eyes locked on my cunt, and neither of them breathe until he’s out and Manson pushes that strange plug inside of me. “There we go. Can’t have you losing another drop.”
“Where’s the marker?”
Manson looks around for his pants, handing over what looks like a sharpie a moment later and when Ash draws two lines down my stomach I know exactly what they’re doing. They’re keeping count. “Two loads... more to come.”
I can’t help it, I smile a little bit — this is the best I’ve felt since the day I knocked on the door. It’s guilt free, effort free pleasure, and the endorphins flooding my brain right now are tricking me into believing this means something more than it probably does. “How long until this stuff wears off?” I ask.
“That depends on some things, but on average anywhere from six to eight hours,” Ash responds, his cock still semi-hard and heavy in front of him. “Don’t look so worried though, pet. We have six doses so we could keep you down for two days if we wanted.”
Oh, that makes it so much better. I was hoping we were almost done, but two more days? The emotional overload will be bad enough, and that’s not taking everything else into consideration. Two days means I’ll need to eat, drink, go to the bathroom, take a shower. None of those things will be possible without help, and I’m the slave here. Something tells me neither one of them are going to sign up to wipe my ass. And sleep... what will happen if I have an episode while on this shit? That feels—
“Oh look, she’s overthinking,” Manson teases gently. “Relax, Rhea. Tell us what’s wrong.”
My cheeks flush with heat as I give them the only answer I can. “A lot can happen in two days.”
“I know... so much cum.” Ash knows that’s not what I mean but the fact that he’s joking with me at all is jarring. “You’ll be fine.”
Manson rolls his eyes with a soft expression. “You will. We won’t leave you like this for two days, okay? He’s fucking with you.”
“Am I?”
It’s as clear as day that Asher has no intention to free me until they run out of Sway, and I wouldn’t put it past him to try to get more. This is a dream come true for him. But as he runs his fingertips up my thigh and makes my pussy clench around the plug, I realize it might be a dream come true for me too. I’d take it any day over the nightmare I’ve been living, anyway.
We’ll just have to see how long it lasts.