Chapter 27 Kali #2
Gedeon’s lips lingered briefly below my ear.
“I threw you over my shoulder and carried you through the city. To persuade the guards at the gates to let us through, I told them that you tried to run away from me and that I wanted to teach you a lesson. That I was going to strip you of your clothes, tie you to a tree, and have my way with you. Mark you with my bites, stretch your tight little pussy, and have you scream my name.”
Fire licking my cheeks sucked the air out of the underground. A whimper drifted out of me and his satisfied growl at my reaction curled my toes in my sneakers.
“Finish this and get him off the table,” he ordered Zion.
I objected, “Don’t kill him yet.” I couldn’t put into words the reason why I’d asked for the man’s life to be extended, but I was certain of one thing: it was not to defend him.
Zion’s pouted lips stretched into a grin as he strode to me, murmured, “You’re too good for me,” and kissed me so ferociously I lost my breath.
He unchained the tortured man and rolled him off the table. A dull thud bounced off the damp walls as the body hit the ground. Slashing the backs of the guard’s ankles, he explained, “So he can’t run away. Not like I’d expect him to, but to be safe.”
Gedeon used his body to encourage me to move forward. “Hop on.”
“Not happening.” Puddles of red colored the steel table, and the idea of the man’s blood soaking my clothes held no appeal. “And why—”
Gedeon roughly spun me around and hoisted me onto the table. “I want to fully carry out my promise to you.”
“What promise?” I asked, as Zion secured my wrists in separate cuffs. Sure, the chains restrained me, but…they didn’t raise my alarms.
Safety was an unsettling feeling.
“The one I started to fulfill in your bathroom.” He yanked on my hips, and Zion pulled on the chains.
My back slammed into the sticky metal surface, and my arms stretched out above my head. Tepid liquid seeped into the back of my t-shirt, and I decided right then and there that I was throwing it away and not doing laundry.
As I tugged on the restraints, the clinking sound reverberated in the underground deafeningly. “For fuck’s sake,” I grumbled.
“Exactly, little death, for fuck’s sake.” Gedeon pulled me to the edge of the table.
With my legs free, I kicked at him. “You fuckers!”
“That we are,” Zion said as they removed my shorts and panties.
Gedeon positioned my legs to drape over his shoulders and nuzzled his nose down my belly to between my thighs, pausing an inch away from me. “How long I have waited for this.”
With his dark eyes peering at me, my muscles tightened, and I squeezed his head between my legs.
“Throttle me if you wish to do so, but I will savor you until your legs shake.” The darkness in his eyes, whether from the dimness of the basement or his gravelly voice, lured me to surrender.
At this point, I could admit to myself I liked how they made me feel.
So what if I used them for more than taking down Ilasall?
Physical pleasure was just that—your body’s reaction to stimulation.
So if they wanted to give me moments of it without requiring an exchange, without requesting favors or outlining conditions, then what the hell, I’d take what I could.
His tongue found my slit and leisurely swiped from my entrance to my clit and around it, and then back down to repeat it all over again.
And again.
Like he was mapping me out.
And again.
Like he wanted to taste each crevice of mine.
And again.
Like he sought to devour me whole.
He left my needy clit for the hundredth time, and I grunted, frustrated. “Gedeon,” I growled in warning.
“I could eat you all day and never have enough.” His devilish tongue plunged into my pussy and twirled inside.
“I cannot wait to fuck you.” Replacing it with his fingers, he curled them inside, rubbing the spot that made my muscles quake.
“I want to feel you clench around my cock like your life depends on it.”
His tongue descended back on my clit right as something harshly pinched my nipples through my t-shirt and tore a cry from me. The sharp sting rocked through my body and the world blurred from the onslaught of pure sensation.
The chill from the metal table brought me back to the surface as I gasped through the lack of oxygen due to my shallow breaths.
“Again.” Zion tweaked my nipples firmer, twisting them. “Come for us again.”
Gedeon continued his assault on my clit, his fingers digging into my thigh with bruising brutality to keep me in place as I squirmed to get away from the intense sensations.
Humming, he sucked on my clit, and I fell into the abyss.
A mist clouded my vision, and hope simmered that it would drown me quickly and I wouldn’t have to suffer their maddening touches anymore, or feel the cuffs dig into my wrists as I squirmed and hear the rattle of chains pushing me over the edge.
“Enough. Please, enough.” I panted as everything spun around me, but two low chuckles told me this wasn’t the end.
When the world came into focus enough to glare at Gedeon, he motioned with his head at Zion. “Look at him.”
Zion unzipped and lowered his pants below his hips, stroking himself above the wheezing guard on the cement floor. A prominent vein ran along his length, and my tongue darted out, eager to explore, to know if its texture was different compared to the rest of him, firmer or softer, stiff or pulsing.
I clamped my mouth shut.
“Pretty birdie.” His pumps quickened as he squeezed himself harder, his movements losing control, and he came with my name on his lips. Spurts of Zion’s cum spilled on top of the guard at his feet, mixing with his blood and running down the side of his half-flayed stomach.
That opened the well of…something inside me. Witnessing Zion unleash his depravity, savage and untamed, cracked my shield of Ilasall-installed morality. His perversion slithered into my pores, rewired my nervous system, and…freed me.
Gedeon’s palm low on my pelvis pressed me to the table while his fingers stroked inside me. A bite landed on my clit, soothed by quick flicks over it, and I choked on air as the world blackened.
My back arching, I opened my mouth, half-screaming, half-gasping. Pleasure drowned me in waves so high and strong I floated, lost in the sea of them.
Far away, Zion unchained me and helped me to sit up. Blink by blink, I returned to Gedeon laying soft kisses on my forehead. “Four, five, six.”
“What are you counting?” I jumped off in search of my discarded underwear and shorts.
Being dressed only in a bloody t-shirt and without any bottoms after your pussy had been abused and was currently dripping with your arousal and cum felt…
dangerous. Zion was watching me in that way of nothing-good-to-come, and I needed some armor.
Gedeon leaned against the table, clutching its edge. “Six stitches in your palm, six orgasms. Consider my debt repaid.”
My jaw dropped. My right leg tangled in my cotton shorts, and I almost fell on my ass while tugging them up my thighs and hips.
He’d made me come multiple times in a row, first in the bathtub, and then now, without asking for anything in return.
All because I’d injured myself in defense after he’d kidnapped me.
And Zion had just presented me with the gift of the guard I’d paid favors to for finishing my dinner that first night in the compound.
The dam holding my resolve to keep my distance broke and tears sprung out. I quickly wiped them away to hide my bafflement.
Gedeon cupped my face, concern lacing his voice. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” My eyes burned. Emotions had tangled into a ball of yarn with no end to unravel it, my feet snatched out from under me because of their…kindness. No, that wasn’t it. But whatever peculiarity it was, it stood for a third.
“That’s not nothing.” He pulled me close, leaving no wiggle room for me to slip away, and I choked on a sob. “You’ll get blood on her,” he reproached Zion.
Zion rubbed my shoulders. “She doesn’t care, do you?”
“No,” I mumbled, scrunching up Gedeon’s shirt, and my tears soaked the material.
Was this how an embrace was supposed to feel?
Comforting and safe. Not a thread of treachery twining around your ankles to trip you like in the city.
“He’s already on me.” Revulsion churned my stomach from how the guard’s clotting blood had pasted my t-shirt to my back.
Both of them hiding me from reality in their sandwich overwhelmed my senses.
No one had ever done anything nice for me.
Only the polar opposite. I’d learned how to endure pain, but Gedeon and Zion taught me to crave it.
Get off on it. They made feathers tickle my stomach, heat crawl in my abdomen, and my head spin.
And not a single time did they request anything. At all.
Zion massaged my back, his knuckles prodding my rigid muscles. “Did you like your present?”
I sniffled. “I loved it. More than that.” Blinking away the unshed tears, I glanced at him over my shoulder.
“Thank you.” The two words of appreciation couldn’t describe a tenth of what I felt due to his affection.
Was he kind of unhinged and his presents were so too, first a knife and now a person to be tortured as I wished? Yes, but…he cared. About me. For me.
“So pretty.” He kissed the tip of my nose, and a tiny smile worked its way to the surface.
I swiftly erased it.
You never, never gave someone leverage over you. What brought you comfort, joy, what you valued, craved, what you sought, dreamed of, what kept you alive and moving forward. A lesson I’d learned the hard way.