Chapter 8
EIGHT
“Klaus, please!” I roar in pure, flaming ire, bursting upwards with such speed, the warm lights dig into my skin. My chest heaves, the space between my thighs throbbing from repeated abandonment.
He chuckles deviously again, and that’s the moment it clicks in my foggy brain. He’s edging me… He’s fucking edging me! And it’s pure-fucking-torture. I feel like I’m going to explode!
“Don’t do this to me,” I whine, anxiously tugging on my bindings, hoping that if I yank hard enough, they’ll give way and I can throttle his big ass.
But the wicked man behind me, he secured them a little too good.
They don’t budge even an inch. “You said you guys were gonna take care of me, not torture me.”
“We are, but this is all part of the fun,” Klaus purrs, kissing his way up my body. “I love making this pretty little cunt drool for me.”
Licking into my mouth before I can protest more, I’m instantly blasted with my taste. I can feel it, too, coating every part of his mouth, his chin.
“Alright, son, that’s enough,” vibrates against my back. “It’s Daddy’s turn now.”
At my overly aroused moan, Klaus hums appreciatively and retreats enough to allow Nick space. Nick who doesn’t move from where he sits and slides a hand down my front, bringing those skilled fingers back to the place where I need them most.
Unlike his son, there is no build-up this time.
He goes right for the kill, finger-fucking me at lightning speed, the muscles in his arm flexing and rippling with the strain.
And the noises? God, I’m so wet, you can hear the drenched sound ring out above his wild ministrations and the random Christmas music filtering in through the TV.
All it does is add another layer of stimulation, arching me off his chest.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Give it to me, cream all over Daddy’s fingers,” he husks out.
Stars. I can officially see stars, the edges of my vision a bright while as my body flounders, preparing to shatter in a million pieces. “I’m gonna come so ha–”
But like father, like son, right?
Because he stops, and I swear on everything I gasp so loud, I’m surprised my lungs don’t burst from the amount of air I suck in with it.
My eyes bulge, tears streaming down the corners as my orgasm ebbs away for the third goddamn time.
“Why are you two doing this to me!” I cry, fighting my restraints.
“Let me come! Please let me fucking co—”
He’s at it again, quite literally ramming his fingers into me, his lips falling to the shell of my ear. “How does it feel, baby? Huh? Disappointing? Frustrating? Maddening?”
My eyes widen impossibly more as his words sink in and the realization slaps me across the face. They’re not just edging me, they’re denying me. They’re punishing me for ghosting them, for treating them as if they meant nothing because I was selfish and scared.
“Nick, please,” I beseech him, riding his hand with every ounce of strength within me in an attempt to find my orgasm before he stops again. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay! You told me no strings, I didn’t think you’d care!”
“You were wrong,” he growls venomously. “Of course, I cared. That conversation you had with Klaus? It should’ve been with both of us. You know why?”
I shake my head, his words still filtering in despite the fact my attention is mostly elsewhere.
“I would’ve told you I changed my mind, that I’d fallen for you, that I wanted something more with you, too. That I’d talk to Klaus and find a way for this to work—for all of us. You wouldn’t have had to choose. You could’ve had us both… But no—you ran.”
On an indignant growl, he withdraws his fingers in a flash, leaving me to whine in protest—and defeat—for the fourth time.
That’s when a rough hand fists the roots of my hair, the delicious sting recapturing my attention and forcing me to look up into intense green eyes.
“He’s right, you know,” Klaus grits, dragging the pierced tip of his cock along my lips.
I don’t know when he lost his pants or pulled it free, but my mouth quickly pools with saliva at the sight of it.
“As much as I don’t think I can share long-term, I would’ve sat and listened.
We could’ve discussed terms, rules, anything other than you just up and disappearing. ”
“Open for him,” Nick commands. “Lay that pretty tongue out.”