Chapter 49 Cassie
CASSIE
I expected to find them waiting in the kitchen — Vigo had sounded more than a little eager — but no one was there so I headed upstairs to find them.
I passed through the landing and followed the sound of their voices to the open door of one of the rooms in the first hall. Not the toy room, but the sparsely decorated room with the tall work table and bulletin board.
My pulse quickened at the sight of them, standing around the work table and staring at the giant blueprint-like piece of paper I’d seen when I’d found the room almost a month earlier.
“Hey, pretty girl,” Jagger said, crossing to kiss me on the lips before returning to the blueprint. Just the scent of him, the brush of his big chest against my tits, made me wet. “How was work?”
“Good.” I was surprised by his casualness, still struck by the feeling I’d had the first time I’d found the room: that it was off-limits, that I wasn’t supposed to be here.
“We have to watch this guy,” Hawk unfolded his arms, his biceps bulging under a white T-shirt, and pointed to something on the blueprint. “Especially if he’s not out front.”
“I’ll hit the back if he’s not there,” Vigo said. “Get there before everyone starts screaming.”
I stepped closer, emboldened by the fact that they seemed fine that I was there.
“What is this?”
“This is our next job.” Vigo cracked his inked neck, a feverish shine in his gray-green eyes, one I had started to recognize as a sign he was about to do something socially unacceptable.
Or worse.
I looked at the squares and rectangles on the blueprint, all of them unlabeled, the circles scattered throughout. “What kind of job?”
“Bank job,”’ Hawk said.
“Bank…” I drew in a breath. “Tell me you’re not going to rob a bank.”
Jagger laughed. “We’ve already robbed a bank. Or technically, banks plural.”
“Don’t forget the jewelry stores,” Vigo said.
“And a handful of jewelry stores,” Jagger added.
I shook my head as a pit formed in my stomach. “Are you insane?”
“I don’t feel insane.” Vigo looks at Jagger. “Do you feel insane?”
“Not right now,” Jagger said.
Vigo looked at Hawk. “Do you feel insane?”
“Sometimes,” Hawk admitted. “But not because of the banks.”
“This is your work? Robbing banks and jewelry stores?”
I’d figured their work — whatever it was — was shady. As everyone liked to remind me, I was Bram Montgomery’s little sister.
Shady didn’t exactly shock me.
But robbing banks was a level of criminality —of risk — I hadn’t even imagined when I’d run through the list of possible Hawks’ professions.
“Beats sitting in a cubicle,” Jagger said.
“Don’t feel bad, mouse.” Vigo said. “They’re insured.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked. “Why are you letting me see this?”
I’d always imagined Bram’s criminality apart from me somehow. Maybe because that was how he’d wanted it. Part of our unspoken pact was that I wouldn’t be involved in shady stuff. That I would play the part I’d been assigned, marry someone nice, buy a house with a picket fence off Main.
“Because you’re part of our world.” Hawk didn’t look at me when he spoke, and I had the feeling it was intentional, that he didn’t want to risk seeing judgement — or worse, rejection — in my eyes.
But when I didn’t say anything, he lifted his gaze and looked right through me, the way he had in the tunnels when it felt like he could see all of me.
Then he walked slowly toward me and slid his hand into my hair, tipping my head until I was forced to look at his hard and beautiful face.
He stroked my lower lip with this thumb. “Don’t you want to be part of our world, mouse?”
“I want to be part of you.” The other stuff was more complicated, but this much I knew. This much was easy: I wanted to be joined to their bodies, wanted to feel their tongues and fingers plunder me, wanted them to fill me everywhere all at once.
“It’s a start.” He lowered his mouth to mine and drove his tongue between my lips, taking ownership of me right there in front of Jagger and Vigo.
My hands came around his torso of their own volition and I tipped my head to meet the sweeps of his tongue, my pussy tightening as he clenched my hair in his fingers, hard enough that my scalp stung.
I was barely aware that he was lifting my shirt until we had to break the kiss for him to pull it over my head.
Jagger moved behind me to unhook my bra, then pressed his chest against my back as he cupped my tits in his hand. “I fucking love your tits.”
Hawk kissed me again and I felt the brush of his hands against my stomach as he unfastened my jeans and slipped his hand into my underwear.
I moaned into his mouth as his fingers stroked my folds, and he broke away a second later.
“She’s fucking ready for us already. Let’s get these pants off.”
Vigo rubbed his hands together. “More than happy to help.”
He stood next to Jagger and eased my jeans and underwear off my hips before kneeling next to me.
“Lift.” I lifted my feet and he shoved the jeans aside, then ran his hands up my bare calves and thighs. “You’re so fucking soft, mouse. I can’t get over it.”
Hawk was still kissing me stupid, his tongue dancing in my mouth, stoking the fire in my body while Jagger teased my hard nipples from behind, his dick pressed into my ass through his jeans.
“I call first dibs on eating this pussy,” Vigo said. “Now that Hawk broke your cherry, I want to finger-fuck you deep while I suck your clit.”
“I can’t wait to watch,” Hawk said, breaking our kiss again. “Then you’re going to suck my cock. That okay, mouse?”
“Yes” I gasped.
He lifted me onto the work table, the paper stretched across its surface cold under my bare ass.
“Lay back,” Vigo said, stripping off his clothes.
I lay back on the table and watched as all three of them got naked, their sculpted, inked bodies revealed a little at a time, masterpieces in muscle and flesh.
Vigo moved between my thighs and bent his head to my cunt, and I moaned long and low as he licked his way through my folds, then teased my clit with his tongue stud.
Jagger had stretched out next to me on the table, one hand fondling my lift tit while he closed his mouth around my right, sucking as Vigo lapped at my clit.
“Hawk…” I lifted my head, looking for him, wanting to make sure he was with us this time.
He was standing behind Vigo, striking his enormous dick as he watched Vigo eat my pussy while Jagger sucked my tit.
“Don’t worry, mouse. You’ll be sucking my cock in no time.”
His promise sent another wave of wet heat to my cunt and Vigo lifted his head with a wicked chuckle. “I think she’s ready to suck your cock. She just got even wetter.”
Jagger bit down on my tit. “Is that what you want, pretty girl. You want to suck Hawk’s cock while we fuck you?”
“Yes!” I would have said yes to anything.
Everything.
I lifted my head as Hawk turned to leave the room.
“Where are you going?”
“Be right back,” he said. “Just playing a little visit to the toy room.”
“Get the new wand,” Jagger said against my tit. “I want to see it light our pretty girl up.”
A shiver of anticipatory fear washed over my body. I had no idea what they were talking about but I had no desire to stop what they were doing to me.
What they were going to do to me.
Vigo lapped hungrily at my clit and slid his fingers deep inside me. “Jesus,” he murmured against my pussy. “You taste so fucking good, mouse. I could eat you all day.”
I rode his face, rocking my hips against his mouth, working with the rhythm of his tongue to get maximum friction on my clit.
Jagger took his mouth off my tit to kiss me and I moaned as his tongue dove deep into my mouth while Vigo’s fingers plunged inside my pussy, his tongue lapping at my clit.
“Hawk better hurry,” Jagger said between kisses. “I think our girl wants to come.”
“I wouldn’t miss it,” Hawk said returning to the room with something in his hand.
I tried to focus on what it might be, but it was hard with the orgasm building at my center, my body tingling as Vigo covered my pussy with his tongue, Jagger back to sucking on my tit.
I caught sight of thick black plastic in his hand, a silver rod topped with a circular metal object the size of a quarter.
He moved to my other side, opposite Jagger, and held the wand over my stomach.
“What… what is that?” I gasped, trying to hold back my orgasm, trying to make it last.
“Don’t worry about that,” Hawk said. “Just relax.”
He pushed a button and an arc of violet light jumped from the metal disc to my skin.
Electricity zinged through my stomach and I jumped, startled. “Ow, fuck!”
Vigo chuckled darkly between my thighs.
“You can admit you like it,” Hawk said. “There’s no one here but us.”
I tried to recoil as he touched it to my tit, but there was nowhere to go, and this time the light arced toward my nipple.
This time the electricity shot between my thighs.
I came hard, shuddering against Vigo’s mouth as he covered my pussy with his mouth, the smooth surface of his tongue stud cool against my clit.
His fingers were buried inside me, Jagger sucking hard on one tit while Hawk lowered his mouth to the other as waves of pleasure rolled over me, blocking out everything but the bliss of release.
I rocked on Vigo’s face, holding his head between my thighs, not wanting him to move an inch before I finally relaxed with a gasp of relief as my body went limp.
I shuddered when Vigo stroked my sensitive clit.
“She’ll be ready again in no time,” he said.
“That wand is fucking sick.” Jagger stroked my cheek. “Wait until we use it while we’re inside you. You’re going to come so fucking hard."
“Get her onto the floor,” Hawk ordered.
I lifted my head, disoriented. “The floor…?”
“The floor,” Hawk said. “We need total access for what we’re going to do to you next.”