17. Zane
CHAPTER 17
Zane
I crack my knuckles and flex my neck, enjoying how it makes my tight muscles feel.
It’s night, the pale curve of the moon and the bright dots of starlight the only illumination I have. I shiver against the chill in the air, and, somewhere nearby, an owl screeches.
My ears are strained for the crunch and snap of leaves and twigs indicating Vani’s footsteps as she makes her way out to the mansion. Does she have any idea what she’s about to walk into? After everything that’s happened between us, it almost makes me laugh that she’d think all we’d want to do with her is talk.
Someone spraypainted the lockers with a defamatory line about her earlier. The video footage of her smiling and saying about how she’s good at sucking cock is going all around the school. She might have smiled, but I could see the pain in her eyes. Is she going to stay at Verona Falls after all this? Dean Rossi might even kick her out. I haven’t heard any gossip to indicate that’s what he’s thinking of, but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen.
I don’t know who spraypainted the lockers. Lex and Saint don’t know either. It could be anyone just messing with the new girl.
A crack comes from the path.
I tense and draw a breath, holding it in. It’s Vani. She passes me on the way to our hangout spot, completely unaware of me lurking in the bushes.
Then I lunge.
I don’t give her time to scream, wrapping my arms around her from behind, clamping my fingers across her mouth to silence her. I lift her off her feet, taking care not to hold her around her injured arm, and she kicks out, her feet pedaling in the air. She struggles in my grip, but she’s no match for me. Her struggles make my cock hard, and I grind it against her lower back.
I’m looking forward to this.
I carry her toward the mansion, where the twins wait, ropes in hand.
I reach the front door, kick it open, and carry her in. She squeals and struggles, her breath hot against my palm, but I ignore her protests. Lex stands there with a length of rope between his hands, which he gives a yank, a wicked smile crossing his handsome face and his eyes lighting up. His twin, as always, dressed to the nines, steps in to grab Vani’s feet. Saint pulls off her shoes, tosses them away, and then works on her jeans. She’s still kicking, but, like me, he’s far stronger than she is.
With only one of her, and three of us, the poor girl doesn’t stand a chance.
“You’re going to have to hold still, Vani,” Lex says, pulling on the rope again. “If you don’t, it’ll only be harder on you.”
I take my hand away from her mouth.
“Fuck you,” she spits.
Lex grins. “Oh, we intend for you to. But first we’re going to tie you up. It can either hurt, or it can feel incredible. The choice is yours.”
Her eyes widen. “That’s a choice?”
“Don’t pretend like you came here not knowing exactly what we had in store for you, little Venom,” he says. “You’re ours now. Your body is ours, and your heart is ours.”
“Not my heart,” she throws back. “Never my heart.”
I won’t admit it, but that kind of stings.
“But you’ll let us take your body?” Saint says.
She glares around at us. “You’re not exactly giving me much of an option.” She struggles again and twists to look at me. “Let me go!”
I shake my head.
“We’re going to fuck you,” Lex says, “just like I described when we were in the shower.”
I glance down at her chest. Her nipples are hard, her cheeks flushed. I pull down the front of her camisole top. She isn’t wearing a bra, and with tits as big as hers, I’m guessing that isn’t a choice she normally makes. Plus, it’s chilly tonight. She definitely could have covered up more this evening, but she decided not to. What does that tell us?
Lex approaches with the rope and takes hold of her right leg. She kicks out a couple of times, but he manages to loop it around her knee in a triple column tie, then he does the same to her thigh.
He is effectively tying her legs bent at the knees, and held in place with the rope. With skill, he wraps the doubled-up rope five times around her thigh, then cinches the ropes together, creating a beautiful pattern. Her gorgeous flesh bulges from between the ropes, and I can already see the red pattern imprinting into her skin.
Vani has stopped struggling. She’s mesmerized by what he’s doing.
When she’s fully bound, she’s going to be helpless, and all ours.
Lex moves to her left leg, repeating the process so there’s an identical pattern of roping biding her knee to her thigh.
“Now, give me your hands,” he demands.
She shakes her head, so I grab her wrists and hold them out to him.
He binds a single column around her wrists, then he reverses the tension and wraps the rope four times. He places his fingers between her wrists, making sure there’s enough space, and then locks off the rope with a half hitch. He lifts her hands over her head, and I turn her around. Then he pulls the rope down her back. He wraps the rope around her waist, and a second time, before he hooks the tail beneath the rope, and reverses the tension to bring the rope in the opposite direction. Using the remaining rope, he creates a strap around her upper chest, pinning her tits between the rope.
We guide her down between us onto the soft, sheepskin rug we’ve placed in front of the fire for tonight. Like this, sitting on the rug, legs spread, tits bound and pushed forward, she’s a stunning piece of art.
Lex steps back to admire his work. “Fuck, you look perfect.”
She’s all trussed up and completely helpless. “I thought we were just going to talk,” she squeaks.
A smile quirks the corners of his lips. “Oh, we plan to make you talk.”
Saint grabs a knife and approaches her.
Her eyes widen at the sight. “What-what are you doing?”
He hunkers down in front of her, hooks the side of her panties, and cuts them clean away from her body. He does the same for her top.
“Hey!” she protests. “I needed that.”
We ignore her. Fuck. Now she’s got both legs bound and her pussy is exposed by her spread legs. He holds her thighs apart, lies in front of her, and covers her pussy with his mouth. She cries out, her hips bucking at the contact. When she’s clearly close, he lifts his head again, his lips glistening.
“Zane, come here and stretch her with your huge cock.”
Fuck, she’s so vulnerable like this. Hands bound between her shoulder blades. Her tits knotted in a harness, making them jut out even farther. The sight of her alone makes me impossibly hard. I kneel in front of her and duck my head, sucking one nipple into my mouth, and then the other. I yank my t-shirt over my head and then open my jeans to free my cock. It’s huge and leaking pre-cum. I flick at my piercings, sending vibrations down my length, straight into my balls.
Then I release my dick and reach for her. With one hand around her back, and the other grabbing her ass, and I lift her onto my lap. Her bound legs are either side of my thighs, the rope pressing into my skin too. The position of her arms and the chest harness lifts her tits high, and I feast on them again. She tilts her head back, her long hair brushing down her spine, and lets out a breathy cry. I remove my palm from her back and reach for my cock once more.
Her eyes go wide, as I use my other arm to adjust her position before I hold myself at her entrance. I press my cockhead against her sopping wet pussy and slowly rub her a couple of times. Then I make sure I’m lined up perfectly with her, and then, with no gentleness, I fuck straight into her.
Vani lets out a cry, her back bowing.
I grab her hips and use my hold on her to control her movements.
Her eyes are so wide, and she keeps staring down at where we’re joined. I must admit it’s a rush controlling it all like this. The fact that I’m big enough and strong enough to do this seems to have her extra hot for it because she’s fucking soaking.
Her pussy is so tight, I think I might lose it pretty fucking quickly. Having her here like this, with her still squirming in the ropes, is almost too much.
I exhale a long breath that would have been a moan if I’d been able to make any sound. I curl my spine to look between us at where I’m entering her. Her pussy is stretched so beautifully around my girth.
I run my fingers down the inside of her thigh, the contrast of the rough rope and her soft skin. Fuck, she’s perfection. How will any other woman ever live up to her? We can’t lose her.
Grabbing her ass to pin her in place, I fuck her hard. Her tits bounce within the rope.
It’s hard to control myself, but I remember what we’ve agreed about edging her. As soon as her breathing grows ragged, I pull out of her again, leaving her pussy wet and gaping.
“No, no, please,” she cries. “Don’t stop.”
Lex stands over her. “We want to know the truth, Vani.”
“What?” Her eyes are wild, her hair a disheveled mess, her skin flushed. “Truth about what?”
“The reason you’re here.”
“I already told you the truth.”
Lex snorts. “Sure, you did.” He turns to his twin. “Get the lube. I’m fucking her ass.”
“What? Wait!” she cries.
“Too late.”
He undoes the ropes holding her wrists together, and ties them at the front, then he flips her over.
“Keep still, Venom,” he warns with a slap to her ass.
Then he unzips, the sound a threat in the silence of the room.