Chapter 6
SIX
KINCAID
It’s been years since I’ve heard her utter the nickname she gave me.
I refuse to answer her and sate her intrigue, she deserves to wallow in uncertainty after what she did to me.
She stole years of my life from me, took me away from my son because she refused to tell the fucking truth.
She left me to fucking rot and broke my son and his boyfriend in the process.
I pull my mask down and look at Stone and Hux.
Both of them nod, telling me they are with me and ready to take this to the next level.
I reach for the machete that is leaning against the wall.
I lift it and press it against her stomach.
She tenses and fists her hands in the cuffs.
She tries to move her legs but they won’t budge.
I look at Hux and nod, he removes his hand from her eyes and lifts her head so she can see what I’m doing.
As she sees the blade against her skin, she blanches and her eyes widen in terror at the sight of it.
Her jaw slackens and she tries to shake her head but Huxley tangles his fingers in her hair and keeps her head in place.
I glide the tip of the machete down her creamy skin, relishing how she shakes with fear.
A lone tear glides down her cheek and I grin behind my mask. Her bottom lip trembles as she fights back the sob from tearing out of her. As I reach the top of her pussy she loses the battle to hold back any sounds and whimpers. Stone laughs beside her but she keeps her gaze on me.
“Time is running out, little convict,” my son taunts.
“Time for what?” she utters as I drag the blade down her pussy, applying enough pressure to scare her but not enough to draw blood.
“To escape your future. To return to the life you thought you could have without us,” I answer.
I press the tip of the blade against her inner thigh hard enough to draw blood.
She thrashes in her restraints and screams out in pain as blood trickles down her leg.
I groan at the sight of it. Reaching down I smear my hand through it and marvel at the sight of her soft skin turning red.
My mouth waters for a taste. “Cover her eyes,” I bark.
Stone reaches out and places his hand over her eyes.
She tries to shake her head and screams for him to stop but it's useless, we’ll get our own way with her.
I push my mask to the top of my head and swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth before bending down and licking the trail of blood.
I’m powerless to stop the moan that forces it’s way out of me at the taste of her—she’s so fucking sweet.
Unable to hold myself back any longer, I flip the machete in my hand and the blade bites into my palm, but I feel nothing as I bring the hilt to her opening and push it inside her.
Her body grows taut at the invasion, but both Hux and Stone use their free hands to cup her tits and twist her nipples between their fingers and she moans. I press the pad of my thumb against her clit while pushing the remainder of the machete hilt inside her tight cunt.
“Fuck,” she pants as I glide it almost all the way out before thrusting it inside her again.
Her cry of pleasure reverberates off the walls and has both the boys groaning.
I keep my pace even and steady to the point of it almost being torture.
I see from the way she tries to grind down on the hilt that she wants it deeper—no, needs it deeper so she can come like a dirty little slut but I refuse to give her that satisfaction.
I want her begging and screaming for release, only then will I grant her that mercy.
“Please!” she cries out when I remove the handle as soon as I feel her greedy cunt trying to clamp down on it.
“Beg me,” I snarl.
She clamps her mouth closed, refusing to give me what I want so I keep going, knowing that she will crack soon and give me what the fuck I want.
Her skin is flushed and a fine sheen of sweat coats her body.
Lennon is a stubborn little bitch and it was one of the things I loved most about her, except for right now when I want her to give in.
It’s been years since I’ve felt the heat of a woman’s pussy wrapped around my cock.
“Can you feel that, little convict?” Hux taunts.
“Feel how good he can make that pussy feel without even sliding his cock inside you?” The moment it hits her, she silences her cries of pleasure and turns stiff on the table.
I nod to Hux to remove his hand and allow her to see what I’m doing.
The moment she does, her eyes widen to the size of dinner plates and fear shines in her eyes.
“Holy fuck, please—”
I cut her off before she can continue. “Please what, slut?”
She shakes her head and opens her mouth but no words escape. I continue fucking her with the hilt of the blade, relishing at the battle I see in her eyes. She tries to act like she isn’t enjoying every fucking second of this. Her pussy is dripping and giving away how much she wants this.
“Oh God,” she pants.
“That fucker can’t save you,” Stone growls.
“I-I… need…” She bites down on her lip and moans when I circle her clit with my thumb.
“You need us to let you come?” Hux supplies.
She whimpers and nods her head. “Yes,” she grits out through clenched teeth. I smirk behind my mask.
“No,” I growl.
She snaps her gaze to me and glares. “What?” she pants as I apply more pressure to her clit.
“Beg me for my cock like a good little slut,” I snap and remove the hilt of the blade.
Stone steps back and begins to unfasten his pants.
I shake my head at the sight of Hux watching my son’s every move.
The second Stone’s cock springs free, Huxley tries to move to him but I stop him with my words.
“Untie her wrists.” Hux fumbles with the straps for a second since he can’t pull his gaze from my son’s dick but he manages to get her free.
Huxley moves to stand in front of Stone and bats his hand off his cock and replaces it with his own. My boy lets out a long drawn out groan.
“Fuck,” he growls.
“You like my hand on your cock, don’t you?” Hux purrs in a robotic tone. I focus on Lennon. She’s sitting up and watching their every move, not even trying to escape. She’s always been a dirty bitch and I can’t fucking wait to explore every inch of her body.
“I like your mouth better,” Stone says. Len gasps but doesn’t move an inch.
Too focused on what they are doing, she misses me unclasping her ankles.
Hux chuckles and lowers to his knees in front of Stone.
Lennon waits for him to lift his mask, hoping to get a glimpse of his face, but before she can do that, I grip her ankles and yank her to me.
She squeals in surprise but the sound is muted when she realizes I’m standing between her legs and there is nothing stopping me from taking her right here, right now, except for the thin material of my pants.