Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
CAMERON
By the time she arrives, the three of us are ready and waiting.
The second she spots us standing in the middle of carnival row with our masks as the only source of lighting.
Excitement thrums through me at the thought of what we will do to her tonight.
I take in her outfit and gnaw on my bottom lip as a surge of desire rolls through me.
Maddy isn’t the type of girl who wears dresses and I have only ever seen her wear one once before.
Knowing she wore this for the three of us has me wanting to pound my fist against my chest like a fucking caveman.
Royce breaks away from the three of us and saunters toward her with a swagger only he could pull off.
Maddy remains still as he approaches. I want to growl in frustration when she pulls her beautiful eyes from us to focus on him.
I watch with hunger as Royce reaches out and grips the back of her neck, yanking her against him.
She splays her hands on his chest and peers up at him.
“Tonight, you are to be punished by my brother for wasting the gift he gave you last night,” Royce announces. Maddy is a fucking temptress and proves me right when she turns her head as much as Royce’s hold allows and looks directly at my dad.
“Do your worst, red,” she purrs in a seductive tone that has my dick twitching in my pants.
A dark robotic laugh comes from my dad as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me.” Maddy’s eyes widen a second before she looks back to Royce.
I shake my head. If she thinks for one second he will help her out she is out of her mind.
Royce gets off on this type of shit, we all do.
He releases her and steps back, then sweeps his arm out toward us.
Our dirty little sinner looks between the three of us, hoping one of us will save her from this but she’s on her own with this one.
Her nostrils flare in outrage. I expect her to fight and refuse, forcing us to make her obey, but then she shucks off her cardigan and tosses it at Royce, who catches it by instinct, then slowly lowers to her knees.
When she begins to crawl toward him, I’m suddenly grateful for my mask to cover the shocked expression on my face.
Maddy’s eyes are twin flames as she scowls at my dad.
All he does is widen his stance and keeps his focus on her.
The closer she gets, the harder my dick becomes.
I’ve had fantasies about her crawling toward me exactly like this and seeing that dream come true is fucking euphoric.
When she is mere feet from us, Dad speaks.
“Stop.” She freezes on the spot and looks up at him with fire swirling in those eyes.
“Tonight you don't have the privilege of seeing who is doing what, you just get to feel .” Her brows furrow in confusion until Royce steps behind her and secures a blindfold around her eyes. Once it’s secured she sits back on her haunches.
“You’ll be bound, gagged and utterly at our mercy.
” A tremble runs through her. I step forward and grab one of her arms while Royce grabs the other and we haul her to her feet.
We lead her toward the wheel of death. Her breathing turns shallow when we spin her around and begin securing her wrists and ankles with the straps.
I can feel the panic wafting off her in waves.
We have pushed her boundaries and forced her to her limits each night but she has never been blindfolded and restrained.
I remove my mask and lean in, allowing my stubble to scrape against her cheek.
She gasps in surprise. I force my voice deeper to mask my tone as I say, “You can say stop at any time.” My reassurance seems to put some of her worries at ease and she relaxes in her restraints.
Unable to control the urge, I capture her lips in a kiss filled with longing and want.
I wish more than anything I could rip this blindfold off her and show her that it’s us, but I know Dad isn’t ready for that step yet.
She opens for me without a fight. I brush my tongue against hers and relish the sound she makes when she gets to taste me.
I run my hands along her side, loving the way she trembles from my touch.
Without breaking the kiss, I begin to pop the buttons on the front of her dress, breaking the kiss when I get about halfway.
A smile stretches across my face when she whimpers at the loss of my mouth.
Royce grips her chin as I drop to my knees before her, then he claims her lips.
I whistle when I push the dress open and take in what she is wearing—a deep green bralette with matching panties.
Dad groans behind me, green is his favorite color.
Royce gropes her tits as I reach out and push her panties to the side and growl my approval at how fucking wet she is.
“Good girl,” I praise before swiping my tongue through her slit.
She’s so turned on I know she won’t last long.
Royce swallows her cries of bliss as I eat her dripping cunt, loving how her juices begin to leak down my chin and mark me as hers.
I love having the smell of her pussy on me so I can jerk off to her scent later or better yet, force Royce to blow me while I think about her.
“They’re making you feel so good, aren’t they?” Dad asks in that robotic voice, still wearing his mask.
“Hmmmm,” she murmurs while continuing to kiss Royce.
“I bet you want to come, don’t you, our filthy little whore?” She groans in response to his question. “But you denied me the pleasure of seeing you swallow my cum, so tonight you will beg.” She stiffens as his words slowly sink in. “Enough.” Both Royce and I pull back.
“No!” she cries out and tugs against her restraints.
“You were warned that you would be punished tonight. I should leave you tied here like a wanton slut so everyone can see how much of a whore you are in the morning.” His words don’t fill her with fear, if anything they just serve to heighten her arousal.
“You’d like them seeing you get fucked by us, wouldn’t you?
” She opens her mouth to answer but then snaps it closed, as if thinking better about baiting him.
“You’re learning,” he praises, then waves his hand for Royce and me to go back to eating her out and playing with her tits.
This time Royce doesn’t kiss her, but yanks the cups of her bra down and begins sucking on her nipples.
When she’s about to come, we pull back. Maddison screams in frustration .
Orgasm denial is one of the best forms of torture.
“You want to come?” Dad asks again.
She nods furiously. “Yes, please, please, please, let me come!” she screams. Royce and I look back at him.
When he nods we resume our roles and continue driving her out of her mind.
This time I slide two fingers inside her tight little hole, loving the sound of the scream that rips free from her when I stroke that spot inside her that has her speaking in tongues.
The moment I feel her pussy walls clamping down on my fingers, I pull free of her and push to my feet.
This time when she screams in frustration, tears leak down her cheeks.
The sight of them has a growl rumbling from me. I lean forward and lick them away.
“Time to pay for your crime,” Royce says in a tone I don’t recognize.
Dad pushes past us and spins the wheel so she is upside down.
She squeals in surprise, her pussy now eye level with him.
He tears his mask off and tosses it to the side a second before he buries face inside her cunt and feasts on her like a savage devouring his last meal.