Chapter 8 Ace
ACE
Fuck, she’s amazing. The way her throat constricts around me, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes as she struggles to take me deeper—it’s perfect. Her submission is complete, but there’s something different about her.
I pull out, watching a strand of saliva connect my cock to her swollen lips. She gasps for air, chest heaving. Beautiful prey. Smart prey. But still just prey.
“Get her on the bench,” I tell Cyrus, my voice steady despite the pounding desire. I need more than her mouth.
Cyrus yanks her up by the hair, dragging her toward the center of the Pit where a custom-built bench awaits. It’s angled precisely—designed for maximum exposure, maximum access. The red lighting catches the metal attachment points gleaming along its sides.
“Spread her out,” I command, watching as my brother forces her facedown onto the leather surface. He secures her wrists to the front corners, while I grab her ankles and pull them wide, fastening each to the lower attachment points.
She’s completely exposed now, ass raised, limbs splayed. The mirrored wall reflects her position—lets her see exactly what’s happening to her. What will happen next.
I activate the floor heating with a remote, feeling the temperature begin to rise around us. Soon sweat will bead across her skin, making everything slick, primal.
“Watch yourself get fucked,” I tell her, cranking up the sound system so every whimper, every slap of skin will be amplified through the space. “This is what you signed up for.”
I move behind her while Cyrus circles to stand by her head. Slowly, I drag my fingers down her spine, applying the right pressure to make her arch. When she does, I crack my palm across her ass—harder than necessary, hard enough to make her scream.
“You think you’re special?” I ask, leaning close to her ear. “You’re just a hole to fill for the next seventy hours.”
But even as I say it, I know there’s something unusual about this one. Not that it matters. Not now, when all I want is to use her until she breaks.
I circle around the bench, taking my time as I study Keira’s body pulled taut against the restraints. Her skin glistens under the red lights, muscles tensed in anticipation. The way she’s positioned—completely displayed, completely vulnerable—satisfies something deep within.
Cyrus steps back, giving me space to claim what’s mine. What’s ours.
“My turn,” I say, running my palm along the curve of her ass. I position myself behind her, not bothering with gentleness. One hard thrust and I’m buried inside her, the tightness of her cunt gripping me like a vise. A strangled noise tears from her throat—part pain, part unwanted pleasure.
I establish a punishing rhythm, each thrust calculated for maximum impact. My hands grip her hips hard enough to bruise, pulling her back to meet me. The sound of skin against skin echoes through the Pit.
“Fuck,” I hiss, reaching forward to tangle my fingers in her hair, yanking her head back. “You’re made for this.”
My free hand slides between her cheeks, thumb pressing against her asshole as I continue driving into her. Her body jerks at the unexpected intrusion.
“What are you doing,” she demands, thrashing against the restraints. “You’re both crazy—you know that?”
I laugh, low and dangerous, pressing my thumb more insistently against her ass while maintaining my brutal pace. “You signed the contract, Keira. You wanted this.”
“Not like this,” she spits, though her body betrays her as she clenches around my cock.
“Liar.” I slide my thumb inside her ass, feeling her tense around the intrusion. “Your body knows exactly what it wants.”
She fights harder against the restraints, muscles straining. “Go to hell.”
I lean over her, never breaking my rhythm. “We’re already there, sweetheart. And you came willingly.
“Cyrus,” I command, never breaking my rhythm as I fuck her. “Shut her up. Let her taste herself on your cock.”
My brother’s eyes flash with understanding as he moves to her head, gripping her jaw with one hand.
“Open that pretty mouth,” he growls, positioning himself in front of her face. “Time to put it to better use than talking back.”
He forces his still-slick cock between her lips, and I watch her eyes widen as she tastes her own arousal on him. The sight sends a jolt of pleasure through me, my grip on her hips tightening as I drive deeper.
“That’s it,” I tell him, watching her throat work as she takes him. “Make her choke on it.”
Despite her protests, her body betrays her. My fingers slide beneath her, finding her cunt soaked, her juices coating my hand as I thrust. The evidence of her desire only fuels my own.
I pull back, focusing my attention on her ass. The puckered hole tightens as my thumb circles it again. I gather saliva in my mouth, then let it drop precisely onto her asshole, watching as it glistens in the red light.
She moans around Cyrus’s cock, the vibration making him groan.
“She likes that,” I observe, working the wetness around her hole with my thumb before pressing in again, more insistently this time. “Her ass is hungry for attention.”
I spit again, more deliberately, watching as the wetness trails down between her cheeks. When I push my thumb deeper, her whole body shudders, and she moans louder, the sound muffled by Cyrus filling her mouth.
“Good girl,” I murmur, feeling her body respond to the dual invasion. “You were made for this—for us.”
I grip her hips harder, feeling her body tighten around my cock with each thrust. Every movement is designed to extract maximum response. The way she fights against it only makes her surrender sweeter.
Her body suddenly seizes. Her cunt clenches violently around my shaft, muscles rippling, strangling my cock so tight I have to grit my teeth to maintain control. Her orgasm crashes through her—unexpected and unavoidable.
“That’s it,” I hiss, driving deeper into her convulsing heat. “Take it. Take everything we give you.”
The sound of her muffled scream vibrates around Cyrus’s cock, her throat working as she gags slightly, tears streaking her face. The sight sends another pulse of desire through me. Those wet streaks on her cheeks—evidence of how thoroughly we’re using her. Breaking her.
“She’s fucking drenched,” I tell Cyrus, feeling her slickness coating my thighs. “Cunt’s practically begging for more.”
My brother’s breathing changes, that familiar rhythm that signals he’s close. His fingers tighten in her hair, holding her head immobile as he fucks her face with increasing urgency.
“Fuck,” Cyrus groans, his body tensing. “I’m coming. Swallow it. Every. Fucking. Drop.”
He holds her head in place, hips jerking as he spills down her throat. I watch her struggle, choking slightly as she’s forced to swallow his load. The way her body tightens around my cock with each swallow drives me closer to the edge.
When he finally pulls back, her gasping intake of breath echoes through the Pit. Cyrus isn’t finished with her, though. He slaps his softening cock against her tear-streaked face, leaving a wet trail across her cheek.
“Look at you,” he taunts, rubbing himself against her swollen lips. “Mouth fucked and still hungry for more.”
I grip her hips harder, driving deeper as that familiar tension builds at the base of my spine. Her cunt squeezes around me, still pulsing from her own release. The way she takes me, the way she fights yet yields—it pushes me over the edge.
“Fuck,” I growl, slamming into her one final time. My release hits like a lightning strike, cock pulsing as I empty myself deep inside her. I hold her there, making sure every drop stays where it belongs.
“Time to give that ass some attention,” I announce, voice steady despite the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through me.
Keira’s head jerks up, panic flashing across her face. “You’re both fucking unhinged. Let me go—this has gone far enough.”
Cyrus just chuckles, a dark sound that echoes off the walls. “We’re just getting started, sweetheart.”
I slowly withdraw, groaning at the sight of my cum trickling from her abused hole, coating her inner thighs. The visible evidence of my claim on her is primal, satisfying.
“Look at that,” I murmur, tracing a finger through the sticky trail. “Marked inside and out.”
Cyrus moves behind her now, hands spreading her cheeks.
“This tight little hole needs attention,” I say, running my thumb over her puckered entrance. She flinches, but doesn’t pull away. “You’re going to be so fucking tight when we’re both inside you at the same time.”
A moan escapes her lips—unbidden, uncontrolled.
“See that?” I ask Cyrus, meeting his eyes over her exposed body. “Listen to what she says, then watch what she does. Such a contradiction.”
I press my thumb against her asshole, applying steady pressure while maintaining eye contact with her in the mirror. “Your mouth says no, but your body’s begging for it.”
I move to the side, admiring the view of Keira’s bound form. Her body trembles—from exhaustion or anticipation, it hardly matters. What matters is how she’s spread before us, open and used, my cum leaking from her cunt.
Cyrus drops to his knees and buries his face between her thighs. The sound he makes isn’t human—a deep, primal growl vibrating against her flesh as his tongue laps at the mixture of her arousal and my release.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my cock already hardening again despite just emptying myself inside her. I wrap my hand around it, stroking slowly as I watch my brother devour her.
His hands grip her ass so tightly his fingertips leave white impressions in her flesh.
The growling intensifies as he works his tongue deeper, cleaning her of my seed, claiming it as his own in the process.
It’s a ritual we’ve perfected over years—this sharing, this consumption of what belongs to us both.
Keira’s body jerks against the restraints, a strangled moan escaping her lips. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, glazed with unwilling pleasure as Cyrus continues his feast.
“He’s good at that, isn’t he?” I ask, voice low and measured despite my quickening pulse. “Eating my cum out of your cunt while you pretend you don’t want more.”
Cyrus makes another animal sound, face glistening with the evidence of his efforts.
His tongue flicks rapidly against her clit, making her whole body convulse.
The sight of his dark head between her spread thighs, the obscene sounds of his mouth working against her flesh—it’s enough to make my cock throb painfully in my grip.
I stroke myself harder now, knowing it won’t be long before I’m ready to use her again.