Chapter 33 #2
But just as I’m about to cum, I see a dark shadow above us. My eyes snap up, and another masked face is looming over us.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” he snarls. Aaaaand that would be Jasper. “On a dead body, really?” Jasper asks.
Wesley chuckles, pulling out of me.
“No, wait!” I whimper, panicking because what the fuck?! I was just about to cum.
I feel his cum leaking from me, tickling me as it drips down and all over… shit. Sorry, man. Rest in peace or something.
Just as Wesley leans back, pain splinters through my head as Jasper grabs a handful of my hair and yanks me up.
I cry out, struggling to get to my feet as he yanks me to move faster.
Jasper climbs out of the grave, then reaches back down, grabbing my hair again as he pulls me up and out of the hole. My fingers claw at the dirt, my feet digging into the sides as I rush to climb up, not wanting to lose a chunk of my hair.
They really aren’t holding back, are they? Apart from killing me, I’m starting to wonder if anything is off the table.
I should be more pissed, but if anything, it just sends a thrill through me.
Jasper shoves me to the ground, and I grunt, turning over to look up at him. Leaning back on my hands, I stare up at him with wild eyes and panting breaths, ready to act.
Wesley climbs out of the grave with ease. The asshole just jumps to his feet, dusting himself off.
“What a fucking dirty little whore you are, Lotus Flower. On top of a dead body? Do you have no fucking shame?”
I go to answer, but he cuts me off. “You’re a sick little freak, aren't you? You’d let us do anything we wanted to you, wouldn’t you? You’re not putting up as much of a fight tonight. I gotta say I’m a little disappointed.”
I fell into a hole and couldn’t get out! What does he want from me?
A spark of anger has me fighting back. “Fuck you,” I spit.
“Ohhh,” Wesley chuckles. “It’s not just her sloppy cunt that's dirty. It’s her mouth, too. Looks like we’re going to need to wash it out with something.”
They want a fight, then fine. I’ll give them everything I have. Getting to my feet, I don’t waste any time as I take off running.
Wesley’s cum runs down my thighs, making a cooling sensation crawl over my skin.
I’m a mess, I know it. I’m covered in dirt and cum.
The thought of them chasing behind me, wanting me like this, just arouses me more.
Jasper is right. I am fucked in the head because of what Wesley and I just did. I found it so damn hot.
My pulse races in my ear, my blood pumping through my veins as my lungs scream for air. My head is spinning, my body aching, but I keep going.
I jump over gravestones and dart around mausoleums with no real direction or idea of where I’m going.
As I’m passing by a tree, someone jumps out. I freeze, screaming so loud my throat hurts, and my heart literally stops for a second as the masked man grabs me.
He swings me around, the two of us crashing to the ground from the force of him stopping me.
“Fuck!” I shout as my head hits the ground. “That fucking hurt.”
“But did you die?” Sylas’ manic amusement fills my ear.
Slamming my mouth shut, I try to shake my momentary disorientation.
“I caught myself a pretty little butterfly,” he singsongs, grabbing my arms and yanking them over my head as he sits on my lower half, pinning me to the ground.
“It would be a shame if I crushed its delicate wings. But then, if I did, she’d never be able to fly away, would she?
You’d never leave us, Lola Girl, would you? ”
I bite my lip, shaking my head, feeling his hard cock pressing against my mound. It reignites the arousal Wesley left me hanging with as heat and desire lick at the edges of my skin.
I’m needy and aching for that orgasm I didn’t get.
My chest heaves, my breasts rising and falling as the ringing in my ear starts to dull.
Sylas leans down, bringing the nose of the mask to mine.
“Are you having fun, Lola Girl?” he cocks his head to the side.
“I can feel your pulse racing.” He brushes his thumb over my pulse point on my left hand.
“Is your heart pounding, Lola Girl? I bet it is. But… is it with fear or excitement? Maybe both?”
He holds my wrists in one hand, keeping me in place as he reaches back to grab something from his pocket.
“Can’t have you screaming now, can we?” he taunts before shoving something into my mouth, gagging me. “That’s much better.”
I tremble with anticipation, eager for him to do something, anything. I just want him to fuck me, use me, have his way with me.
He breathes heavily above me, just staring down at me. “Having you laid out here like this, your hair a mess, your clothes stained with dirt, fear shining in your eyes… it makes me fucking hard,” he groans, rolling his hips. “I want to fucking devour you, Lola Girl. To eat you right up.”
I try to say ‘Then do it’, but it comes out muffled.
He laughs at me, rocking his hips against me again and again. Then he’s leaning back, letting go of my arms.
My eyes are locked on his hands as they move to undo his zipper and pulls out his cock. He groans, wrapping his hand around his shaft tightly as he gives himself a few strokes.
If he wasn’t on top of me, I’d be opening my legs and begging him to slide in.
“You know, Lola Girl.” He cocks his head to the side.
“I’m pretty sure that note said not to get caught.
Yet, here we are. And I can smell the cum dripping from your used cunt.
One of the guys got to you already, didn’t they?
” He leans down. “Who was it? Wesley… or Jasper?” He leans back.
“Doesn’t matter. Now it’s my turn. Although I was hoping for a bit more of a fight. I thought you had more in you.”
I glare up at him, getting angry at his mocking tone. I’m not weak, I can fight. Hell, I murdered over a dozen people! That shit isn’t light work.
He wants a fight? Fine. Fuck this.
Grabbing a handful of dirt, I throw it at his face. It catches him off guard. “Fuck!” He eases up on the weight pressing down on me, and I manage to wiggle backwards enough to get free.
Scrambling to my feet, I start running again. I pull the gag from my mouth and toss it to the side.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Sylas whoops.
I smile—I. Fucking. Smile.—because god, I love hearing him happy. I’m making him happy. Me! This is what dates are supposed to be like: everyone having a great time doing something they love. Bonding over something new and exciting is nice, too.
Sadly, I don’t make more than a step or two.
Something catches me by the ankle, and I go down hard, screaming as my body crashes to the ground.
“Too slow,” Sylas singsongs as he yanks me by the ankles, roughly pulling me backwards. My nails claw into the ground, leaving marks in the grass. “Naughty little Butterfly trying to fly away. Looks like I do need to clip those wings.”
When he gets me close enough, he grabs my panties and rips them off me. “Let’s try this again.” He grabs me by the hair, yanking my head back, and takes my panties, shoving them into my mouth. I gag around them, tasting my arousal mixed with Wesley’s cum that had soaked into some of the fabric.
This time, he sits on the back of my legs, keeping me pinned exactly where he wants me. He starts to whistle a happy tune, and I hear the sounds of a belt coming undone.
I continue to struggle, trying to get away, but he’s too big, and honestly, I don’t want to get away this time. Not when I’m so fucking needy. I just want to cum. Is that too much to ask?
Sylas grabs my wrists, pulling my arms behind my back. He continues to whistle as he ties my damn hands together with his belt!
“There we go. Bound and gagged, just how I like you.”
I scream around my gag as his hand slaps my ass hard enough to make a searing pain shoot through me and straight to my clit.
The burn sets in instantly.
I see his hands come into view on either side of my head as he leans down, holding himself over me.
I wait for him to slip his cock inside me and fuck me like an animal, but he doesn’t.
When I feel his cock press between my cheeks, I think he’s about to fuck me in the ass, but I’m wrong again.
He slides his cock between my ass cheeks, groaning as he rolls his hips. “Perfect bun for my weiner,” he snickers like a damn kid.
And despite how fucked up this whole situation is, I want to laugh. Does he have any idea how cute he is?
He rolls his hips again and again, the pace growing faster, harder, but I don’t feel anything inside of me. It doesn’t take me long to realize he’s using my ass to get off, his cock nuzzled between my cheeks.
And what do I get? This hot as hell man rutting against my ass, and the thing is, it’s fucking hot. Him using me like this, knowing that I’m driving him crazy, bringing him pleasure. And that's an issue because it heightens the ache inside me, but I can’t do anything about it.
I’m lying here on the cold cemetery ground, dripping with need. My pussy screams to be filled, to be fucked, to be fucking used, demanding the orgasm I deserve, damn it!
“Your ass feels good, Lola Girl,” he growls. “I should shove myself right in your tight little hole, fucking wreck your ass until you’re screaming for me to stop, until you fucking bleed on my cock. But I won’t, because I feel like dirtying you up some more.”
I strain my neck, trying to get a good look at him. It’s like a switch went off inside him. The sounds he’s making, his grunts, growls, and snarls as he ruts against my ass like a madman. It all has me sobbing in frustration because I want that, but with his cock inside me, damn it!
This is the biggest cock tease ever. I’m not into edging, thank you very much. I love the orgasm, small or big, I don’t care to prolong the build-up. All orgasms with these men are mind blowing.
My arms protest in pain from this angle, and it’s hard to breathe. Saliva collects in my mouth, soaking into the panties as I frantically try to breathe through my nose.