Thirty-Three
Their Obsession
Liv
G hostface slightly tilted his head to the side as the mask moved downward and slowly back up. He admired his work and my body being all fused up. Pent-up sexual tension surged from me as I panted with unruly, wispy hairs sucking in and out of my mouth. I quivered, but not out of fear. Out of undeniable want that I hated to admit was there, but it was all I could feel.
I examined the slasher the same way he had me and took in his dark attire. A black V-neck shirt displayed his ink and made him deliciously dangerous. His muscles were pronounced they bulged from under his shirt. The man was incredibly ripped in black denim jeans and black boots that he wore in a leisurely, untied manner .
“Did your mother never teach you to tie your shoes?” The question blurted from me before I could stop it.
Call me stupid, call me foolish. Hell, call me a dumb bitch, but this was what my phantoms did to me. They made me lose all hold on reality, questioning all my morals and seeking only them. I was on the brink of collapse and, piece by piece, I’d fall, bound to perish with their arms around me, never letting me go. But it was within their embraces, they’d piece me back together, leave me begging, and make me whole.
He peered at his feet and ignored my stupidity, but I could envision a sexy grin on his face. One I’d want to hit until he grabbed me by the throat and made me bleed again. Maybe slice deeper and make this pain go away—the never-ending ache they granted me that exists right between my damn legs.
Instead, Ghostface looked up and calmly leaned forward. His motion was cruel and excruciating as thoughts ran wildly through my head. He touched the tip of his finger against the end of the blade and pricked it into his skin. I watched as he didn’t even flinch, and his blood mixed with my own that was still left on the steel.
Sin pointed the blade at me and said, “Be a good girl and open your pretty mouth for Daddy. ”
I clamped my mouth shut, pressed my lips together and wouldn’t open up. If memory served me right, they’d stick something in there. So, I zipped up tight.
Saint harshly gripped the back of my neck until I peered up into his skulled disguise, “Don’t fight us now. Open up, darling.”
“Mh-mh,” I answered with a closed mouth and shook my head.
“Fine. Be a sassy brat,” Sin snarled with irritation and grabbed my face.
His fingers dug into my cheeks and pressed them together. I maintained my reluctance, but he forcefully opened my mouth. Saint exposed my wet hole by shoving the black baton between my lips, causing my eyes to widen. He pushed the wand right down until the end hit my gag reflex and my eyesight grew watery. Saliva pooled up and dripped out from the sides of my mouth while the men groaned at the sight of me. All slippery and extremely wet.
“Assholes!” I choked out with a cough when Saint removed his baton from my mouth.
Sin only let up his hold on my cheeks for a second while Saint let go of me and before I knew it, Sin gripped my face again tightly until I winced from the pain. He didn’t stop there and pulled me forward toward the island while he walked around to the other side. I squeaked as he yanked me until my chest hit the countertop and I faced him. His mask was only mere inches from my face as I felt the heat come off him.
I was dizzy, delusional, and stuck. Trapped with Sin’s blade back against my delicate flesh and the sharp steel nipped at my neck. The tip ran along my thudding pulse until the blade rested along my curved neckline. He could slice me open if he wanted to. Kill me on the spot and my phantoms could bask in all my red, fiery blood. But I knew I wouldn’t get that lucky. Because they wanted me alive, where my blood flowed through me and they’d make me drip whenever they desired. Or whenever I made them. Which made me fucking crazy.
“Spread your thighs, little obsession,” Sin ordered from behind his mask.
“No,” I breathed through puckered lips and clenched my thighs together.
“Yes.”
Sin’s hiss brought on a rough slap to my ass cheek, and I whimpered at the pain. My chest heaved and tears bit at my eyes while lips kissed the bruised skin as they soothed away the pain. Briefly, my legs unclenched from the motion and Saint pressed my knees into the island. Powerfully holding my position so I was wider for him, and I was sure he’d get a good view of my waxed asshole.
“Perfection,” Saint growled with need .
My hand clenched the one side of the ledge while the other searched around for something to grab onto. Anything to hold while I dealt with whatever these men had planned for me. But I felt something cold with a sharp blade.
A knife!
Without hesitation, I gripped the handle as if my life depended on it and used any ninja-like reflexes I prayed I had and brought the blade up. Sin didn’t move, he didn’t flinch, as I pressed the steel up against his neck. The moment was electric, intense, and unexpected.
“Make him stop or I’ll cut you where you stand.”
Sin only laughed a wicked sound and asked, “Are you going to make me bleed, Liv?”
I swallowed. “Yes, if I have to.”
“Yes, good girl…” Sin hissed huskily as his words crawled over me and the blade nicked his skin. “Make me bleed. My blood only fills my heart, but I’d die for my soul to belong with you. Forever.”
Red oozed through the black fabric of his costume and my eyes widened as Saint slid something between the crevice of my ass. He made me vulnerable with his threat as I came to realize the piece drawing nearer to my asshole was the baton. The wet slickness of the weapon slid closer and closer to the unknown .
I watched Sin with fright, pent up anger, and sexual tension. I couldn’t turn away as Sin’s crimson colored blood slowly trickled down the blade, but he didn’t move a muscle from the pain and only hissed with pleasure. He liked this shit. He got off on it, but I did too. We were two fucked up creatures holding each other at knife point. Ready to slit each other’s throats for a pleasurable pain while his best friend wrecked some kind of havoc on my ass.
“ Make. Him. Stop. ”
“I can’t and I won’t,” Sin murmured as his knife slightly cut my skin and stung me. “Because your pain brings us closer to owning every single hole your body has, and we love to see you hurting, my little obsession. But you also love our pleasure.”
“No, I—” My argument cut short with a low animalistic moan in its place as Saint pushed into my tight ass.
“Fuck. Yes,” Sin breathed with satisfaction.
“Shit, I’m too tight! I’ve never done this before. I—”
The baton moved further in, and I clung onto the ledge while my taut ass felt the pressure mount. The wand was a foreign object, and it didn’t belong inside a hole I had never used for anything like this in my life. But the hole stretched wider while my eyes rolled, and a pleasure mounted unlike anything I had ever experienced before .
“That’s it, darling,” Saint groaned from behind me and licked his tongue up the entirety of my slit. “Relax your pretty ass.”
Saint’s breath was hot against my cunt as he found my clit and dragged across it with his teeth. I cried out and moved my ass upward, only to push the weapon further into me. My toes curled against the tiled kitchen floor, and my heart pounded in my ears as my body hummed in pure ecstasy.
Once again, I hated myself for feeling this way. They brought me nothing but pain, yet made me more alive than I had ever been in my life. They had me do things I never dreamed of and forced me to feel the unknown. They demanded everything I never thought I had in me, but they proved I could be as wicked as them.
“You’re taking this baton so damn good, Liv,” Sin breathed with need as he traced the tip of his blade over my lips and across my cheek. “We can’t wait to watch you succumb to one of our dick’s stretching your pretty asshole.”
Saint pulled the baton outwards, leaving me with nothing but the tip inside of me. He tortured me with his mouth on my pussy, and I found myself grinding my entrance back into his face. Which he gladly accepted and feasted on me. His tongue plunged deep inside and swirled around vigorously until I screamed out his name .
Fuck. I had never uttered either of their names out of pure passion. But Saint felt so goddamn good.