Chapter 13
Gail
A nticipation claws at my skin the second I hear the door open, and the men’s heavy footsteps sound across the room. This time I’m not kneeling on the floor like they usually request, instead I’m spread-eagled on the plush bed. My mask is firmly in place, and I’m completely naked.
“Hi Abby,” one of them croons, and I turn my head in the direction I think he’s in. But those damn earbuds make it hard to know for certain.
I can feel the air around me moving as they close in on me. Excitement of being in their presence causes my nipples to pebble and my pussy throbs with need. My nostrils pick up the unique scents that always cling to them like a second skin.
During our times together I’ve become an expert at relying on my senses. I know they’re freshly showered, the fusion of crisp, fresh notes of mint gives it away. They use the same body wash, but what sets them apart is their cologne.
Both of them carry the scent of expensive, sophisticated, and alluring aromas. But the one closest to me has a hint of citrus, like bergamot or lemon, clinging to him. The other is more spicy, like black pepper or cardamom.
Each makes my nostrils flare with a positive anticipation. There’s a familiarity in the scents that I can’t quite place, but that makes my heart skip a beat.
“Hey,” I breathe. I open my mouth to say more, but my words are cut off when I feel one of them joining me on the bed.
“Have you missed us?” the second guy rasps. He’s so close I can feel his breath mist across my skin.
“Yes.” I don’t even hesitate to tell them the truth.
“Have you thought about us while touching yourself?” the first one asks.
Luckily, the mask I’m wearing prevents them from seeing the red tinting my cheeks, but there’s no hiding the red splotches I feel spanning across my chest. “Y-yes,” I admit. I should tell them about the daily orgasms I give myself with the help of my vibrator, but I keep that to myself.
The one on the bed lies down next to me, and I feel the evidence of his arousal against my thigh. It’s empowering, and for a moment, it’s all I can think about—the need to have them both inside me again.
I’m pulled out of my thoughts as I hear the unmistakable sound of restraints closing, and now that I’m not distracted by thinking about their dicks, I can feel the leather around my wrist. I lie completely still as he secures all my limbs, loving the way his fingers dance across the skin in an almost reverent way.
The one next to me places his hand around my throat, squeezing. “Did you hear me, whore?”
I shiver. “No.”
He chuckles, and slowly, oh so fucking slowly, slides his hands down my torso. But instead of going straight for any of my needy areas, he grazes the side of my tit. I whimper while doing my best to lie completely still, knowing that the more eager I am, the longer he’ll take.
Palming my tit, he squeezes until I let out a throaty moan. “Yes!” My tits are so sensitive, making his almost bruising touch bordering on too much. Finding the peaked nipple, he flicks it. “Don’t stop,” I beg.
The one touching me is the one who likes to hurt me, and I love it when he makes the pain and pleasure morph into a glorified feeling I don’t know the name of. “I swear your tits seem bigger,” he growls, palming both before he continues moving south with deliberate, light touches to my skin.
“We’re celebrating tonight,” the one that tied me to the bed rasps. I think he’s the one with the pierced dick, unless I’ve got them mixed up in my head.
“What are we celebrating?” I ask. The sound of my pulse is so loud I’m not sure if he didn’t say, or if I couldn’t hear the words.
He chuckles, a dark and tempting sound. “It’s been a good day for business.” The deep timbre of his voice makes the words wash across my naked body like waves gently lapping at the shore. “Would you like some champagne?”
I cock my head to the side. “Yes, please.” Then I immediately think better of it. “W-wait, no. I can’t. I shouldn’t—” In my rush to correct myself, I almost spill the reason I can’t have any alcohol, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to silence myself.
The truth is that I am horrified at myself. I’ve done such an amazing job at being in denial about Fet that I almost accepted alcohol when I know I shouldn’t have any.
The one next to me is continuing the torturous dance with his fingers across my skin, oblivious to my internal panic. With every touch, my panic morphs into pleasure until he has every nerve ending in my body on high alert, and I’m panting despite him not touching any of my erogenous zones. Or maybe he has, I’m too turned on to be able to recall anything about human biology.
“Hmm, are you sure?” The question comes from above me.
I nod vehemently.
“We have non-alcoholic drinks as well. Would that be better?” he asks, and I nod again. “Open up.”
As I open my mouth, the guy I suspect has the pierced length moves closer, his weight making the mattress dip. I do as he says and open my mouth. I feel the coldness of a bottle against my lips, and I eagerly wait for him to pour its contents into my mouth. But he doesn’t. Instead, he chuckles again and removes the bottle.
“Now, you didn’t really think I was going to make it this boring, did you?” The taunt lilting the words makes my core throb, or maybe it’s the fingers that are now skimming along my pubic bone.
Not knowing what to say, I press my lips together while I wait to see what comes next. I have my answer within a few heartbeats when he presses his lips against mine, and I don’t hesitate to open up for him. As soon as my lips are parted, warm liquid seeps from his mouth and into mine. It’s crisp, bubbly, with a rich apple flavor.
Just as I swallow what I assume is apple cider, the other one runs his fingers across my heated folds. “You’re already so fucking wet,” he groans. Then he shifts. “I can see your arousal glistening on your pussy lips.”
The crude words spark a wildfire under my skin, and I forget to lie still, raising my hips like I need to draw his attention to where I want his touch. “Please,” I beg. I barely finish speaking before I feel a sting, and it takes me several seconds to realize he just slapped my exposed pussy.
I don’t feel pain, not really. The sting of surprise morphs into pure pleasure as he slaps me twice more before licking a wet trail up my inner thigh. But much to my dismay, and building desperation, he doesn’t touch my pussy at all. He just continues licking first one thigh and then the other. Meanwhile, the other guy continues to feed me cider directly from his mouth.
My head is spinning with all the sensations that both feel under and overwhelming at the same time. I’m just about to beg again, when I feel something wet and sticky across my nipple. “W-what’s that?” I gasp.
No one answers me, but I get my answer when the one that fed me the apple cider pushes something into my mouth and tells me to chew. The taste of chocolate and strawberry explodes on my tongue, and I moan. Guess they weren’t wrong about celebrating.
“Do you want more?”
“Plea—” A moan is ripped from my throat as the guy between my thighs bites my clit. “Yes!”
While one feasts between my legs, I’m being fed more chocolate-covered strawberries and cider. It takes all my willpower not to pull at the restraints or buck against the wet, warm tongue lapping at my folds. I’m so wet I briefly wonder if his chin and lips will be covered in my juices.
Just as I’m about to come, the guy at my head claims my lips. This time it isn’t to give me more cider, it’s to devour my mouth—and boy, fucking does he. His tongue delves into my mouth, wrapping around mine in a demanding way. Simultaneously, the one between my legs thrusts his tongue into my needy pussy while one finger lazily rolls my clit.
It’s all so overwhelming I can’t decide which one to focus on. The way they’re playing so expertly with me is almost too much, and I can’t… I can’t…
“I’m gonna come,” I pant into the guy’s mouth. “P-please let me come.” I’m wound so tight I’m almost sobbing as the release crashes over me. Every muscle is coiled, and then it feels like I’m free-falling—spiraling into a place where no one can reach me.
For a moment, it’s like I’m robbed of my hearing as well as my sight. Then some of the sounds come rushing back, and I hear my own guttural, uninhibited cries of release. My words make no sense, hell, I’m not sure they’re words at all.
“Fuck! You taste so good, Abby,” the one between my legs rasps, and I feel the rumble across my folds. “I could feast on your cunt for days without tiring of you.”
Before I know what’s going on, both the guys let go of me. Then there’s some movement, almost like… wait, are they trading places? I lose track of my thoughts as I feel something warm and sticky being poured over my pussy.
“What is that?” I rasp.
“Mhmm,” the guy between my legs groans, and it’s most definitely the guy that was feeding me strawberries before. “Your pussy covered in chocolate sauce is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
The other guy straddles me, and then he brushes the tip of his cock against my lips. Since this one isn’t pierced, I was right in my original thoughts about who was doing what to me.
“Open up, Abby,” he commands in a seductive tone.
I whimper and do what he says, carefully covering my teeth with my lips as he slides further into my mouth. Remembering how rough he can be, I try to relax my throat, determined to give him what he wants exactly how he wants it.
Every time I’m about to come, the guy eating me out pulls back, and like a jerk, he blows cool air onto my overheated and sensitive flesh. “Ah ah,” he scolds. “This is for me and not you. You’ve already had one orgasm.”
I pull on my restraints and buck my hips. I’m not exactly sure what it is I’m trying to achieve, or how I manage to still snake my tongue along the hard length, pistoning in and out of my mouth. Fuck it, I’m not sure of anything but the rising need in me that keeps getting denied.
My focus snaps back into place as a hand closes around my throat and before I can protest, two fingers close the air holes in the mask.
“Relax for me, Abby.”
Fuck that. Nope.
As the massive cock is rammed further into my throat while I’m also robbed of the ability to breathe, I panic. I pull harder against the binds holding me in place, and awkwardly try to kick—which I, of course, can’t do either.
I widen my eyes beneath the mask as blackness hovers at the edge of my vision. My movements become sluggish, and I can’t do anything but lie there and take their assault on my body. I consider biting the dick in my mouth, but even as I’m scared of what they’re doing, I can’t bring myself to want to hurt them.
The guy between my legs pushes something big and cold into my pussy, stretching me while thrusting the object in and out. I’m not sure what it is, a bottle, perhaps? But paired with the tongue circling my clit, I’m shaking. Or maybe that’s from the lack of air.
Fuck, I’m going to… I’m gonna…
Just as I think I’m going to pass out, another orgasm tears through me, and before I know it, the cock is removed from my mouth and the fingers leave my nostrils. I simultaneously cry out and inhale deeply, all while writhing like a maniac.
The rush following is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s so intense I feel like I’m peeing myself, that’s how much I’m gushing between my legs. I can feel the wetness spreading across the sheets, making it clear it’s not only happening in my head.
“Fuck. She fucking squirted,” the one between my legs says. His deep, husky timbre sounds almost awed.
Then his tongue is back, lapping at my opening and… oh God, it feels like he’s taking my entire pussy into his mouth. I moan, screaming obscenely loud as I thrash against him. I’m not trying to get away. I think I’m attempting to get closer as this orgasm continues to send wave after wave of pleasure through me.
I don’t know how long it lasts, but it feels like an eternity of the best kind. Once I’m no longer coming, I stop fighting the restraints and let myself sag back into the bed. I feel a sated grin spread across my lips.
“Wow,” I hedge, not sure how to put it into words.
“Have you ever squirted before, Abby?” the guy from between my legs asks as he moves his head.
I shake my head, not sure I’ll be able to form any words right now, or at least not any other than ‘wow’.
“You’re lucky you got to taste it, dick,” the one at my head gripes.
Even though they can’t see it, I arch my brows, wondering what that would taste like. I’ve tasted myself before, but I don’t know if the… liquid tastes anything like my normal juices.
“Don’t worry, I saved some for you.” I can hear the grin in the other guy’s tone.
I turn my head this way and that, desperate to see what they’re doing. I quickly realize that even the miniscule sound of my head moving against the sheet is louder than whatever they’re doing, so I lie back down and stop moving.
“You want to know how I’m tasting you, don’t you?” the guy I just sucked off taunts.
“Yes,” I whimper.
He chuckles in a low tone that wraps around my spent body, making my nipples and my core clench around nothing. “My friend was fucking you with a bottle. When you came so prettily, he got some of the fluid into the bottle.”
My jaw becomes slack. “Oh.” That’s all I manage to say.
“Do you want to taste yourself?” the one who just ate me out asks.
“Yes,” I answer breathily. “Please.”
As I feel the bottle being nudged between my lips, I assume it’s the one whose dick I just had in my mouth that’s doing it. He doesn’t pour anything into my mouth, so I lick along the neck and opening of the bottle. Hmm, it tastes like me, and yet… not.
While I lick the glass, my arms and legs are released from the restraints, and I take the opportunity to roll my hands and feet. Needles prick in the limbs, but not in an uncomfortable way. Or maybe it only feels like that because of how it happened.
I open my mouth, wanting to ask if I can touch them, but I’m interrupted by the one who has the cock piercing. “Are you ready for our cocks, Abby?”
“Yes,” I moan unashamedly.
“Do you want our hard cocks to fill both your holes?” the other one rumbles.
“Oh, God, yes.”
By the time they fill me with their cum for the second—or is it the third time?—I’m so boneless I can barely move. Instead I kind of flop to the side, the pierced one’s cock slipping from my pussy as I do. The other one is gone, in the nearby bathroom where he’s getting a cloth to clean me up. I don’t need to be able to see to know that since it’s how they usually end things.
“Wow!” I gasp, my heart still pumping entirely too fast.
The one I was just riding till kingdom fucking come—or, rather, until we all came—chuckles, a breathless sound. I bask in it, loving that I’m not the only one who’s so out of it.
When the second guy returns, he predictably tells me to spread my legs and lie flat on my back, and I do. I make a content noise as the warm, wet cloth slides over my thoroughly used pussy, cleaning every inch, every crevice in such an intimate and tender way, tears gather in my eyes. The mask might soak the wetness up, but there’s no hiding the small sniffles.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
Maybe I’m imagining things since the earbuds distort my hearing a lot, but he sounds concerned.
“Hey, talk to us, sweetheart.” The pierced one moves, and I think he’s the one who throws an arm around me. Yep, as he pulls me closer I know it’s him.
“I’m… I’m…” My bottom lip trembles. “I’m pregnant.” I didn’t mean to say that, but now that I’ve given voice to it, I’m not sorry. “I’m pregnant, and one of you is going to be a dad.”
Several things happen at once; I’m pushed away from the guy who just cradled me, harshly pushed to the floor. My knees smart from the rough contact with the floorboards, but I barely register the sting as the earbuds are torn painfully from my ears at the same time as the mask is ripped from my face.
“What the fuck?”
“Is this a fucking joke?”
I blink, stupefied as their angry faces come into view. “Mickey? Soren?”
Anger rolls off them in waves that threaten to drown me, drown me in the malice and pure rage I see on their faces. Their nostrils are flaring, their mouths set in grim lines. They’re both clenching and unclenching their hands, like they’re having to hold themselves back from attacking me.
“Guys.” I squeak. “What are you doing here?” I don’t know why I’m asking, it’s pretty damn obvious what’s going on.
Soren’s the first one to move, and without warning, he winds my hair around his hand, using the grip to pull me up until I’m standing. I cry out in pain, trying to slap his hand away. Hell, I even attempt to dig my nails into the offending limb, anything to get him off of me. But before I can do much damage, Mickey leaps into action, gathering both my wrists in his hand, pinning them above my head.
“What did you just say?” he sneers.
I know he isn’t asking me to repeat the question; he wants me to say I’m pregnant again. But I refuse. Okay, it’s not that I’m refusing, I can’t get the words across my lips when they look at me like that, like they want to hurt me.
“It was an accident,” I sob, my entire body shaking as tears roll down my face.
This is so fucked up. These men are the very reason I signed up for a threesome on New Year’s, and now they’re… we’ve been… for months they’ve been my mysterious lovers, and now one of them is about to become my baby daddy.
While Mickey looks at me like I’m the scum of the earth, Soren lets go of my hair and jerks his clothes on. Then he reaches for the sheet from the bed, wordlessly wrapping it around me. Once he’s done, he grabs a pair of handcuffs from the bedside drawer, locking my hands behind my back.
“Get dressed,” he barks, looking at Mickey. “We’re taking her with us.”
What? “N-no, you can’t do that,” I stutter.
Soren stabs a finger into my chest, hard enough to make me flinch. “We fucking can, and we fucking will, whore.”
The word he’s called me while taking my body to previously unknown heights of pleasure sounds ugly when he sneers it like that. It makes me shrink in on myself, averting my gaze while they gather theirs and my belongings.
“Go get the rest of her things,” Mickey says, obviously talking to Soren. “Tell the greeter that we’re taking Abigail home.” Disdain clings to my name as he says it.
Since Cupid’s Court is so big on privacy, I expect them to come and check on me, but no one does. It doesn’t even take Soren long to return with all my belongings. Then we leave together, me, bouncing on Soren’s shoulder as he carries me out of the club.
No one looks at us as though leaving like this isn’t a big deal, someone even laughs boisterously and gives them disgusting ideas of what to do to me when we’re out of here, in a place where the rules of the club no longer count.
Shame and fear claw at me, making it hard to know which feeling to focus on as I’m thrown into the backseat of their car. “W-where are we going?” I try to sound like I’m not about to piss myself, but I fail. Soren ignores me, but I notice the way his hands whiten as he clutches the steering wheel harder. “Just tell me,” I beg.
Mickey turns around and stares at me from the front passenger seat. “To Soren’s house. You owe us fucking answers, Gail, and you don’t get to leave until we know why you’ve played us.”
Played them? Did they not see the surprise on my face when they removed my mask? I had no way of knowing they were the guys I’ve been playing with for the last two months. Fuck, they didn’t know it was me either, and they weren’t the ones blindfolded.
I do my best to calm myself down, mentally reminding myself that this is Mickey and Soren, the OGs for my threesome fantasies. The guys that always flirt, always find a reason to touch me when we’re around each other.
All that should assure me they won’t actually hurt me, but the looks in their eyes say something completely different. The looks they throw at me in the rearview mirror aren’t like anything else I’ve seen on them before. Gone is the banter and the flirtiness. The sexual tension between us is replaced by malice that’s so potent it’s filling up the car.
If I’m completely honest with myself, I don’t feel safe with these guys right now.