Chapter 26 #2
I’m lying in front of him, naked, with my legs spread, and he is telling me he wants to hurt me.
But this is not anyone. This is Colt who is saying these things to me.
My boyfriend who loves me, and I have to trust that he would not take it too far again.
I have to believe that he only breaks parts of me he can rebuild after.
“Are you sure you can handle more? Your pussy is already red and puffy,” Colt says, glancing between my legs. He looks back up at my face, and I can see the worry flickering in his eyes.
“I can handle more,” I assure him, though I’m not one hundred percent sure myself.
He must be able to see the hesitation in my face. “How about a safe word?” he suggests.
“A safe word?” I repeat.
“Yeah, when you say it, we know you can’t take any more,” he explains, like I don’t know what it means. “We’ll stop when we hear it.”
“Okay,” I agree, nodding before looking at Nix standing behind Colt.
He looks less than amused with a safe word, but he nods back at me regardless, letting me know he will also respect this boundary.
“Let’s go with the classic.” Colt grins, probably remembering the time I made him watch Fifty Shades of Grey with me. “Your safe word is red.”
I nod again. Feeling a little less nervous, I relax back into the mattress.
“What are you going to do to me?” I ask curiously.
“You’ll see,” Colt tells me with a mischievous grin. “Nix, hold her down for me,” he orders his brother, who gleefully obliges.
Nix climbs on the bed and slides behind me.
He grabs me under my arms and pulls me between his legs until my back is resting against his chest. I lean back, relaxing against him when he grabs my wrists roughly.
With a little too much force, he crosses my arms over my stomach and pulls them down so I’m tightly hugging myself.
Colt gets up from the bed and stands by the dresser. He digs into the top drawer for something, before getting out a bottle of lube. He closes the drawer and walks back over to us.
He gets onto the bed where he kneels between my legs. He spreads them apart with his thighs as he scoots closer. His gaze is on me, his eyes dark and predatory. He looks at me like I’m his prey, and he is the hunter going in for the kill shot.
My breath hitches and real fear creeps up my spine. Colt’s face darkens further as a chilling grin pulls on his lips. He can see I’m scared, and he likes it. It turns him on.
I wiggle in Nix’s hold, which only makes him tighten his grip on me.
Colt pops open the bottle of lube before pouring a healthy amount over my pussy. Enough that some runs down my slit and over my ass. I shudder at the coldness while wondering what Colt has planned for me.
He throws the bottle aside and brings his hand to my center. His fingers slide through my folds with ease, teasing up and down before he shoves two fingers into my tight channel. I throw my head back against Nix’s shoulder at the sudden intrusion.
Colt pulls out his fingers just to push them back inside a little more forcefully. He thrusts all the way in until his knuckles are pressed against my pussy lips. He turns his hand while bending his fingers inside of me. The intense feeling makes me moan softly.
“You like that, don’t you,” Colt says, his voice low and rough. “Let’s see how you feel with another.”
I’m about to ask him another what? When I feel Colt adding a third finger into my pussy. I’m glad for the excessive lube now, because it seems to ease the stretching sensation as he forces a third digit into me.
It takes him a moment to get all of them in before he starts fucking me again.
Each of his strokes stretching me further.
I feel really full and since I’m already a little sore, there is some slight pain as well but nothing I can’t handle.
Matter of fact, I welcome the small sting of pain.
A pressure begins to build in my lower belly, and I know if he would just touch my clit right now, I would come apart for him.
“You are taking three pretty well. Can you take four?” Colt rasps out.
“I don’t know,” I say without thinking, because I really don’t know. I feel pretty maxed out already and though he would only be adding his pinky, it’s still a lot to take.
“Let’s find out,” Colt grits through his teeth before he enters me again with all four of his fingers.
I squeeze my eyes shut at the sharp pain of being stretched. When I open them again, I find Colt smirking while he looks between my legs. “You are so tight. I want to know how much you can take. How much can we stretch out this little cunt?”
“Fuck yeah,” Nix murmurs behind me, his hard cock pressed against my lower back. A constant reminder of what is still to come.
It takes me a few strokes to adjust, but I finally breathe through the discomfort of being stretched to the fullest. It’s not until I see the mischievous glint in Colt’s eyes that I realize he is still not done with me.
He meant what he said. He wants to know how much I can handle.
And right now, what it means is if I can take his whole fist.
“I don’t think I can take more than that,” I admit, but Colt is already grabbing the bottle of lube again, pouring more over his hand.
I shake my head and wiggle in Nix’s arms, but there is no budging. He holds me down with ease while his brother brings his hand between my legs once more.
“Wait,” I beg, trying to close my legs. Colt pries them apart, using his body and free arm to keep me spread.
“Relax, or this will hurt.” Nix is breathing heavily in my ear while my own chest is heaving.
I swallow hard and squeeze my eyes shut as I feel Colt’s fingers enter me. His fingertips feel fine, but the deeper he goes, the wider his hand gets. I grind my teeth together as he forces his hand into my aching pussy. The pressure is enormous now and the pain almost unbearable.
Short and shallow breaths are all I can suck in at the moment, which makes talking a little hard. “I can’t…” I grit out through clenched teeth.
“Yes, you can,” Colt quips. “You can take my fist like a good little slut.”
I groan. His cruel words egg me on, reigniting the fire I felt earlier.
“I’m almost in all the way, just a bit more.” Colt’s voice is filled with excitement as he continuously works his fist into me.
Every time I think I can’t take any more, he pushes in another inch, the fullness ever growing and the pain slowly rising.
I grind my molars together. My safe word is sitting at the tip of my tongue, ready to be blurted out when something rubs against my clit. The sensation is so intense, I shudder.
“I think you can come with my fist inside of you,” Colt says roughly. “Come for me while I have your little pussy stuffed to the brim.”
I shake my head. Unable to believe that I can come, but as Colt rubs his thumb over my engorged clit, pleasure builds in my core, spreading like a wildfire without rain.
“Come for us,” Nix growls into my ear, his tone demanding.
Colt pinches my clit—pressure and pain come together in a crescendo of pleasure.
My whole body tightens as an overwhelming orgasm rushes through me.
The fullness in my core makes my release different, more intense, and definitely longer.
My mind goes blank, my thighs quiver, and I make a wanton sound I’ve never heard before.
When I eventually come down from my high, I relax back against Nix, who still has a tight hold on me. Colt moves his fist inside of me, and I shudder again.
“Knew you would like this,” Colt admits.
“I hope you don’t think we are done with you yet.” Nix chuckles behind me.
“I didn’t think you were,” I quip. The only question is, how much more can I handle?