Twenty-Five
Their Obsession
Liv
M y mouth fell agape with shock, and I whisper shouted, “You have a—!”
“Sh…” Sin shushed me as he held the weapon up to my trembling lips and silenced me. “The gun’s for added measures.”
Sin tapped the head of the gun off my lips while Saint ran his hand from my ass up to my tit. He trailed his nails all the way up and made my body quake with need, but I fought the desire coiled up inside of me. I tried to ignore the pent up frustration I didn’t want to release, but my attackers were sure to antagonize me. Pressure me to erupt.
“Open. Up,” Sin ordered out each word as he dragged the nozzle down my lower lip until I obeyed him. “Good girl. ”
“Shoot me, fucker. Blow my fucking—” Saint harshly squeezed my tit, and I shut up.
My mouth opened wide, and Sin pushed the gun inside. My teeth chattered against the nozzle of his weapon as my lips wrapped around it, and I was ready to die. Tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t let them fall. These insane jerks didn’t deserve them.
Snot leaked from my nose uncontrollably, and everything in me trembled. I had lost all hold on reality, and I was ready for everything to end. For this nightmare to go away and finally let them free me to heaven.
“Suck on it,” Sin commanded.
My nostrils flared as Sin pushed the gun in more, and I involuntarily sucked on it. Slowly, he pushed it back and forth. The agony of the dire situation made me dizzy, and I’d have fallen over if Saint hadn’t held me so damn close. A black haze fell over me until Sin released the gun from my mouth and trailed it down my chin. Leisurely, he ran it down my neck and toward my chest. The saliva caressed me in a torturous way and my heavy breaths heaved in and out of me.
“Sebastian’s downstairs. He’ll hear everything,” I muttered out of utter panic.
Fully ready for Sin to fire a bullet into my chest.
“I don’t care if he’s there,” Sin said .
The weapon didn’t stop between my breasts as it traveled down to my stomach. The motion made me nauseous, and bile crept up into my throat. Projectile vomit was ready to explode, but I swallowed the hard lump back down.
I wouldn’t die in my puke.
“One sound from that gun, and he’ll call the cops,” I whispered.
“Oh, trust me. My gun won’t make a sound,” Sin breathed as he leaned in and pushed the gun into my navel. “We’ll have to keep you quiet. Won’t we?”
The fucker touched my clit and rubbed until my lips parted. No sound came out as Sin kissed them and dropped the nozzle of his weapon lower. He’d bring me pleasure while ending my life. Fuck him.
But Sin replaced his hand with the barrel of his gun.
Sin kissed me and ate my moan as he pressed his weapon against the sensitive area. Saint forced his fingers underneath my bra and cupped my naked tit. He kneaded my nipple until the bud stung, and I flinched against his tease. My need coiled tighter inside of me as the tip of the gun slipped further and pushed between my thighs.
Sin’s tongue flicked over mine, and he bit my lower lip. Fuck. He drew blood .
The metallic taste was inside of my mouth as he grabbed my lip between his teeth and let go, only to kiss me again. Feverishly and furiously, he attacked me, but I let him. Repeatedly, we spiraled further down where there was only us. Sin devouring me alive with his gun nearing insanely close to my entrance and Saint making me lose all rational thought, playing with my tit.
Sin pried his mouth from mine. “Fuck. Such a good little slut weeping all over the barrel of my gun.”
“Please, please don’t—”
“Don’t what? Do this?” Sin interrupted as he removed the gun from my pussy and fired off a shot.
And wetness squirted at my clit.
“Oh—” my whimper cut short with his hand covering my mouth.
It’s a fucking water gun! It looked just like a real gun!
Who the fuck does that? Who’d take a water gun and point blank threaten me with it? My crazy stalkers, that’s who.
They had some nerve—
“Oh, fuck!” I whimpered into Sin’s hand.
Sin unleashed more spurts of water, and the coolness mixed with my heat created a zinging blast of pleasure that buzzed through me. My thong was wet, but I soaked the G-string well before he got me wet .
Abruptly, Sin stopped his tormenting tease with the water gun and stepped back to peer at me. I quaked with spasms as Saint groaned in my ear and continued with his pleasure on my hard nipple. I couldn’t believe that the skin didn’t cut him, given how erect I was.
Sin Cruz loved to watch. His eyes were obsessing over me. He yearned to bring me painful bliss.
“Saint,” Sin ordered as he gripped the bottom of my leg and hoisted it upward. “Grab her ankle.”
“Please, no. I can’t—”
“Sh…Yes you can, sweetheart.” Sin shushed me with his gun back on my lips. “You can and you will stretch your world wide open for us.”
The smell of my arousal mixed with his cedarwood scent clouded my judgment as Saint stretched my leg high and held me by my ankle. He forced my leg to bend at an uncomfortable angle, and I yelped, but Sin concealed the sound for me.
“You won’t be needing these,” Sin said as he ripped my panties wide open and they dangled from my pussy by a thread.
I trembled, my cunt bare and exposed to my unhinged phantom, ready to experience his sick game. A game I wanted no part of, but they forced me with my leg held high and fully spread wide.
“Please, I’m sorry, I—”
“Shut the fuck up, my slutty obsession!” Sin ordered against my face and puckered my lips together with the force of his hand. “Suck.”
And I did.
I took the head of the water gun into my mouth, and I sucked it between my lips while Sin watched me. Saint pinched my nipple with satisfaction for my obedience and brought me some form of pleasure through the humiliation. In and out, he pushed the gun until its slickness pleased him. The squirt gun lowered back toward my pussy—to a place I didn’t want it to go.
Sin stared me in the eyes as he squirted water at my clit, and he squeezed my puckered lips harder to keep me from releasing a blissful cry. Instead, I whimpered against my lips and shut my eyes as the tip of the gun slipped back over my clit. Repeatedly, rubbing the flesh until I was on the verge of climax and bright stars blinked in the darkness.
Abruptly, Sin stopped the tortuous friction and my eyes popped open. Only to catch him staring down at my exposed cunt, weeping for him. A big mistake on my part as he gazed back up at me and granted me a delicious, devilish grin. His hand loosened its hold against my lips, traced a finger down to my chin and titled my gaze downward.
“No,” I snapped as I pulled my chin from his grasp and he only repeated the process .
Sin forced me to stare down at Saint touching my extremely sensitive tit and he demanded me to peer at his water gun as he squirted my clit again. I bit my lower lip until I tasted the wound Sin had inflicted on me, reopening it after he had bitten me. The blood was my sole focus to conceal the blissful torment he tried to take from me.
“Yes,” Sin growled.
The sound was animalistic, loud and fierce, to the point I was frightened. Not by him, but by the man downstairs. Afraid he had heard Sin’s call of the wild and would come charging up the stairs.
But Sebastian never came.
I exhaled the breath I had held in. A soft whimper came out as Sin glided the tip against my clit again. Over and over, he forced me higher—to an altitude I couldn’t come down from unless he let me. I wasn’t sure anymore if I ever wanted to come back down.
“Oh, fuck, please don’t—” My words left me when I watched in horrific passion, as Sin pushed the fake weapon past my folds. The barrel of the gun buried inside of me, and it was enough to make me wither.