Chapter One #3
This she could do. “Fuck yes. All those things. I want to run my tongue over it, feel it in the back of my throat as you fuck my face, ah!” She swallowed as another orgasm ripped through her, this one slightly more painful.
She gasped and panted. “Oh fuck, I would die to feel you finally fucking me with that monster...” She looked at his face, tearing her eyes away from his hand pumping his thick shaft.
“But I know you won’t...” she moaned. “Please let me help you...let me stroke you... Please?” she gasped again.
As her begging became more and more incoherent and frantic, his hand sped up until he came, thick pearly strings spurting up his stomach and over his hand.
"No." He reached for a cloth and wiped himself off, cleaning everything except the palm of his hand, and then he came to stand in front of her shuddering body.
“I'll fuck you with many things, but not that. Deal with it.” With the palm still coated in his cum, he grasped her face and tilted it up toward him.
“You can take every filthy thing we do to you, and you'll still never earn the privilege of touching my dick. What do you say to that?"
Her tongue snaked out and licked his cum from his hand, and she shuddered.
Fuck but he tasted good. Sweet like pineapple, slightly salty.
She shuddered and looked up to him. “Crying fucking shame I can’t have more of that.
” She licked her lips again. “Haven’t you figured it out yet? ” Another cry and she slumped forward.
"Figured out what?" He slapped her twitching ass with his still wet palm. "Still so fucking cheeky and entitled. I should have gagged you."
She gasped and shivered. “All I want is this...” she moaned, attempting to lift her head.
“Being your toy...being used by you.” By all of them, but she would have to work on them individually.
“Being yours...” she choked out softly. Her ass burned where he touched her, the most perfect tingle.
The spank was good, but the fact that he had touched her. ..
"It's not about what you want." He walked away again, somewhere behind her, and then she heard running water.
"You're a fuck toy to us. A means to an end.
Less clean up than a killing." The water shut off and he came back into her field of vision, drying his hands on a towel.
"You're nothing, Petra. Your wants are nothing.
You're a pretty power bank with tits and ass. "
“Maybe...” she said with a gasp, tears starting to run down her cheeks.
“But you just used my name.” They never used her name.
Ever. Not once in the three times she had been with them.
She knew they knew it, but he was right, this was about her being a toy.
One that enjoyed being played with. And he had used her name.
Dead tell. He was trying to hurt her, and maybe yeah it hurt a bit, but.
..as with everything else with these lunatics, there was hope.
"You think we haven't done our research?
" He sounded amused, but there was a slight tone to it that betrayed his annoyance, although whether it was at her or himself was anyone's guess.
"Of course I know your name. I know everything about you.
It means nothing other than that I care about what happens to my brothers. "
“A name means you know me...know I’m more than your little fuck doll.
..that you think of me as more,” she said confidently, though it was through gritted teeth and tears.
The machine was putting her into a state, and one that she wouldn’t be handling well later.
Thank God she asked for those Epsom salts.
“Let me be more, Snake...” she gasped again. “Please.”
"No." He sat back in his chair, tossing the towel aside.
"Poor deluded little girl, thinking your name means anything.
" He shook his head with a mocking tilt.
"You were a security risk. That's all. But now we know how much you want it.
..how you crave it...how you'll break that body of yours any way we ask you to, you're not even that to us any more. "
“I was never a security risk. I accepted this from the beginning,” she hissed. “I don’t want it. I want you. All of this is a means to an end.” She moaned and bit her lip as she cried out in pain, slumping, her body all but giving out.
"Well now I know you're fuck drunk," he snorted, all amusement this time. "You're not even making sense anymore."
She didn’t move, couldn’t, the vibrations making her twitch, but she needed to save her strength.
"Well, I guess we're done." He finally, blessedly, turned the damn machine off and the relief set her trembling all over again.
He started on the leg straps first, laughing as her limbs tumbled uselessly out of the restraints like over-cooked noodles.
The back strap was next and then, finally, he reached for the arm straps.
She waited, knowing he would take her off the machine instead of letting her move at her own pace, because he was nothing if not careful with his own implements and he had to know that she wasn’t in control of her limbs. As soon as he lifted her...
He took his time, rubbing the circulation back into her hands, his tenderness belying the cruel words he'd used.
She hadn't even realized she'd been fighting the restraints so hard, but her body felt jelly-like and soft, so the pain barely registered.
"You're going to have to go up vertically," he warned her, lifting her at the shoulders so she was sitting upright, and then moving in close so he could lift her off the machine that was filling her still rippling pussy.
She whimpered, letting him lift her, and clumsily wrapped her thighs around his hips, clinging to him as much as possible.
He moved her toward the bed, and she hummed, the afterglow setting in regardless of the fact that she was largely in agony.
Away from the toy, surrounded in him, her arms lying on his, hands behind his head, she took the chance, and removed his mask.
He reeled back, letting her slip from his arms into an ungainly sprawl on the floor. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he roared, snatching the mask back from her and turning away to put it back on.
“I saw you...Easton,” she said softly, looking up at him. Easton James, the hot as fuck artist that had shown in the gallery she worked at four times. Easton, the one that never talked to her, only gave her dirty ass glances a few times.
Easton was...Snake?
"Don't say that name!" Mask back in place, he turned on her, fury blazing in his eyes. "What the fuck were you thinking? Now we have to kill you!"
“No, you don’t,” she countered. “You think that because I know who you are I won’t keep this secret?” she asked and licked her lips. Shit, she needed water. “I told you: I’m not here because of the pact.” She looked up to him. “I’m here for you.” All of you .
"You don't get to decide that!" He was pacing now, clearly anxious. "Devil is going to skin us both alive for this."
“Who is going to tell him? You?” she asked, struggling to her feet, as sensation started to come back into them. “I’m certainly not going to.”
"Fuck!" He slammed a fist into the bedpost. "Fuck you for trying to make me choose! He's been my brother for years and you're what? Some fuck bunny we've had for six fucking nights!"
“I’m not trying to make you choose anything,” she said as she stood straighter.
“And that’s on you assholes for this six night thing.
Ever think I might want more?” She leaned back against the bed post. “I wanted to know; I wanted more. Seeing your face doesn’t change anything.
You can keep wearing that mask when you have me; it won’t change a thing.
I’ll still be yours, still submit to you, and them, and nothing changes. ”
"What the fuck are you saying?" Snake shook his head, backing away from her.
“It’s not up to you to give me fucking permission to wear my mask.
No faces was the deal. What you agreed to.
That's all we need or want from you. Two nights a year to feed the Dark God.
And you think you can just waltz in here and just change the terms when you feel like it? That's not how this works!”
She shrugged. “This changes nothing between us, Snake. You wanna keep playing these games? I’m in. You want to take it further? I’m in.” She looked at him pointedly. “Kill me if you want, if that’s what you really want. I won’t fight it.”
"What do you mean by 'take it further?’" he demanded. "There are rules! Rules that we don't get a choice about following!"
“Then if you are all about the rules, Snake, kill me and have done so you don’t mess with whatever you think you’re messing with.”
"I can't do that on my own!" he reminded her, sounding agonized.
"The others have to be here for a sacrifice.
Fuck! Devil is going to lose his shit!" He sat down on his chair and put his head in his hands.
"I should have fucking known something was up with the way you walked in here all ballsy and shit.
How am I supposed to trust you when you go pulling crazy shit like this? ?"
She sighed. “How am I supposed to trust the seven of you to keep your word each time we meet?” she countered.
“You just do. And all hot girls are crazy. I kept coming back and you honestly didn’t think I would want to know more about you?
” She went to him and got on her knees in front of him, sitting back on her heels, “Do you have any idea how hot you make me? You think any of this is a hardship? Snake...” She put her hands on the arms of the chair, steadying herself to lean into his warmth.
“Let me ask you something. Me knowing, does that change whatever it is that Dark God of yours gets?”
"I don't fucking know if it changes the energy," he replied frankly. "And we didn't ever expect you to trust us, because we knew we could just kill you if it looked like you were about to blab."
“Why would I fucking say a word?” she asked.
She didn’t think he got it. He, they, had changed her, shown her parts of herself, parts she couldn’t show to anyone else.
She wasn’t lying when she said she was crazy, because she was, and she reveled in that knowledge.
“Regardless, I do trust all of you, which is fucked up I know...”
"That's an understatement," he snorted. "What's your end game here, Petra? What did you think you'd achieve by taking off my mask?"
She shrugged. Telling him the full truth wouldn’t be smart; he wasn’t as invested as she felt some of the others were.
Treading carefully was important with Snake.
“Knowing you. Knowing who I stroke off to when I’m alone all year.
” That was part of it. She wanted more than that, but would take things slowly with his volatile ass.
“Seeing the guy that won’t let me touch him.
” Even this close, a hair’s breadth from each other, she wasn’t touching him.
"Then you're not as smart as I gave you credit for," he said bitterly. "And what about the others? You going to try and pull this same shit with them?"
She had never claimed to be smart when it came to them.
In fact she was pretty sure she was the stupidest woman alive, but she wanted what she wanted, and if that meant the seven.
..she was going to get them or die trying.
But she couldn’t tell him that. Instead, she shrugged.
“Maybe. And maybe they will be more receptive to it. Or they will just haul me into your study and you can kill me as a group. Either way, it’s a win for you if you keep it to yourself. ”
He was quiet for a long moment and then sighed. "Fine. Make it someone else's problem. This is above my paygrade." He shoved her out of the way and rose to his feet. "Clean yourself up. I'll send the next guy in."
She nodded. Snake was not going to be easy. “Okay. Thanks for the orgasms. And finally showing me that stunner.” She winked at him.
He paused on his way to the door and looked back at her with a serious gaze. "You wanna watch that smart mouth around the others," he warned her. "They're even less tolerant of sass than I am."
She shrugged. “Well then your problem will take care of itself.” She watched him walk out the door and stood, walking shakily to the ensuite to clean up a bit. She wasn’t sure who was going to find her next, but she needed to freshen up.