Chapter 9 #2
“Eyes on mine, fuck toy,” he barks, yanking my head up, and I hiss at the strain on my hair.
I look back up into the reflection of his heated gaze.
He gives me no build-up, holding my stare as he forces himself inside me with one punishing thrust. I scream, the pain of his intrusion sharp and leaving me breathless.
“You want Daddy to fuck you hard and fast, don’t you, Little Bird?
” he questions, his own chest heaving. His muscles are strained, coiled like a snake about to strike.
“Yes,” I answer through gritted teeth, wiggling as my body adjusts to his impressive size. Many men have fucked me, but none have even come close to his length.
“Yes, what?”
“Fuck me hard, please, Daddy!” I beg, tired of his denial, and watch as he smirks at me through the mirror in front of us.
“Such a good little fuck toy,” he coos, his hand stroking the globe of my ass.
“But still a little wilful.” I watch as, in a blur of motion, his hand lifts and then comes slamming down hard on my behind.
A yelp tears from my lips, the area burning as he soothes it with his palm, tears stinging my eyes.
“Shhhhh,” he whispers, moving his hips so that he rubs a spot deep inside me that leaves me groaning and sends tingles racing across my body.
My eyes close as I lose myself to the rhythm of our bodies, letting the waves of pleasure flow across my skin, making it feel as though an electric current runs over it.
Thwack!
My eyes jolt open as another shout sounds from my throat, my ass cheek burning under his palm. I groan again as he keeps moving his hips; the pain heightening the pleasure in a way that I didn’t know I needed.
“You like it when Daddy spanks you, fuck toy?” Knox asks, his voice sounding strained and several octaves lower than normal. His grip tightens in my hair once more, and even that hurt only adds to the waves of ecstasy that I’m experiencing.
My heavy-lidded eyes find him in the mirror, his pupils blown as he watches my reactions.
“Yes, Daddy.”
A growl that makes wetness seep between my thighs sounds in his throat, and I pant as he picks up the pace, fucking me like he promised.
Hard and fast. My fingers dig into the porcelain, my breaths sawing out of my chest with every hard thrust. He watches me in the mirror, watching the way my tits swing with each move he makes.
Thwack!
This one barely registers on the pain scale, but the way it jostles his dick inside me, the sting of it, sets me alight. I can feel myself climbing higher, reaching for my pinnacle.
“Fuck, Little Bird,” he groans, his voice strained and gravelly. “You clamp around me like a vacuum when I smack your ass.”
Thwack!
This time I feel my inner walls clenching around his hard length. We both moan, my eyelids threatening to flutter closed with the heady sensations this man is creating inside me.
Movement in the mirror catches my eye, and they widen when I see Jude standing there, his own dick palmed in a tight fist as he watches us with bedroom eyes.
“You like it when he watches me fuck the ever-loving shit out of you, fuck toy?” Knox whispers, and I find him in the mirror, also watching Jude. His pace doesn’t slow down, instead, it picks up until the sound of our bodies slapping together is obscenely loud and echoing in the tiled room.
“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp, my body tightening with my impending orgasm. “Fuck, yes!”
Thwack!
The hit sends me spiraling down into oblivion, my climax tearing through me with a furious energy that leaves me unable to breathe.
I keep my eyes open as I come, watching as I buck and writhe in Knox’s grip.
His fingers dig into my hip to hold me as he fucks me even harder, chasing his own release.
I watch through star-struck eyes as Jude groans, ropes of cum spurting out of the end of his shaft and covering his hand. The sight triggers another orgasm out of me, and I pant as my body is on fire once more, the pleasure almost too much.
With a growling roar, Knox thrusts so deep that I scream, holding me in place as he finds his own climax inside of me. We stay locked together; me watching the blissful agony that fills his face as he empties his load.
After some moments, a deep, contented sigh brushes past his lips, and his grip loosens as his closed lids open and his bright eyes stare into mine.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Little Bird,” he says, his voice breathless and satisfied sounding.
I know the feeling, my throat feels raw yet my body feels like liquid.
Using his hold on my hair, he pulls me upright until our bodies are pressing together, his arm wrapping around my torso possessively. “What are you doing to me, princess?”
I wish I could answer his question because maybe it would tell me what they are doing to me. This was never part of the plan, to fall for my captors, but here I am, doing just that.
We hold each other's stare in the mirror, neither of us able to answer the riddle that has become our connection. He sighs, and his soft cock slips from between my pussy lips. I cringe when his seed slips down my inner thighs.
“Looks like I’ll need another shower,” I say, and he chuckles, the vibrations of his laughter making me shudder.
“Allow me,” Jude says, and I look up to find his reflection walking toward us, his own lips lifted in post-orgasm satisfaction.
Knox turns us, keeping his hold on me and my hair until we’re side on to the mirror, and I watch as Jude sinks to his knees in front of me. My legs are still spread wide, mine and Knox’s combined releases painting the inside of my thighs, slick in the light.
“Hmmmm,” Jude hums, and I stare at him entranced as his head dips, his tongue darting out in anticipation.
“Juuuuude…” I groan when his hot tongue traces a path up my inner thigh, my skin tightening once more with the teasing pleasure that he’s offering.
“So fucking delicious,” he murmurs, repeating the move on the other thigh as Knox holds me tightly against him. I gasp when his shaft hardens again, his cock trapped between my thighs. Jude chuckles. “This just keeps getting better.”
My brow dips, wondering what he’s referring to when Knox gives a deep growl of pleasure in my ear, his arm like a vice around me.
“Jude—” he warns, but he doesn’t move and I glance into the mirror to see Jude’s tongue lapping at the tip of Knox.
Fuck. Me.
All thoughts fly from my mind when, in the next second, Jude buries his face in between my thighs, his tongue licking my slit hard. I cry out, one hand flying up into Knox’s hair as the other tangles in Jude’s.
“Oh God,” I gasp, unable to stop grinding my hips into Jude’s face. He grunts and moans, making the same noises that someone might make when they’re eating their favorite dish.
Jude’s tongue leaves my cunt for a moment, affording me a reprieve from the overwhelming pleasure, only for Knox to keen in a low, deep tone, his grip tightening around me and his teeth sinking into my neck.
The pain adds to the sensations running riot throughout my body, and coupled with the knowledge that Jude is sucking Knox’s dick in between my thighs has wetness slicking my core even more.
“Fuck, Jude!” Knox exclaims, his hips thrusting forward and pushing my clit into Jude’s nose.
I’ve no fucking idea how the guy is even breathing right now, but I don’t want him to stop. I can feel my release fluttering around the edges of my vision, and my nails dig into their heads, urging them to keep going.
I know when Jude releases Knox, as the latter’s body goes limp against me and his mouth returns to my neck to suck and nibble.
I hiss out a breath when Jude’s tongue resumes its assault on my cunt, his fingers, on one hand, digging into my thigh to pull me closer.
The other is between my legs, and by the way his fist keeps brushing my opening, and that Knox’s hips are moving in that age-old rhythm, I know that Jude’s hand is wrapped around Knox’s cock.
It doesn’t take much more to make my release scream through me; a nip to my clit seals the deal, and I come, squirting all over Jude’s face with a strangled cry. I ride out my orgasm, the waves of pleasure dragging me under repeatedly as he keeps licking until I’m a shuddering, hot mess.
Finally, he lets me go, the noise of him sucking Knox’s dick loud over my panting breaths. Knox stiffens, moaning as his hips thrust against mine. He holds me close as, with a roar, he snaps his hips forward, and the sound of Jude swallowing Knox’s climax has me almost orgasming again.
I look down through barely open eyes to see Jude sit back on his heels with a satisfied look on his face, his chin glistening.
Unable to resist, I tug him up by his hair and slam my lips onto his.
I moan as a combination of my sweet musk and Knox’s salty release bursts on my tongue, my tongue invading Jude’s mouth and savoring the taste.
His head is ripped away, a whine leaving my lips only to turn to a groan when Knox copies my move and kisses Jude over my shoulder. It’s a kiss full of domination, Knox’s hand over my own in a bruising grip in Jude’s dark locks as he eats his face very similarly to what Jude just did to my pussy.
Jesus fucking Christ.
They break apart, both gasping and with such intensity in their eyes that it hurts to look at them.
After a few moments, Jude swings his gaze to mine, his palm coming up to cup my cheek in a gesture so tender that tears sting my eyes.
“I knew you’d be the one to bring us together, Nightingale.”
My mouth opens then closes again as he places a gentle kiss on my swollen lips before he turns and saunters towards the door.
“Your breakfast is waiting downstairs for you, broken bird. It won’t be as delicious as the one I just had, but it’s still pretty tasty if I say so myself.”
Well, how’s a girl to say no to that?