Chapter 42 Zion #2
“Ten,” she whispered, errant strands stuck to her tear-streaked cheeks.
Needing to distract myself from the pure torture he was putting me through, I trudged across the room, focusing on the top drawer of my dresser. Succumbing to temptation, I glanced back and clutched the wooden edge to stay upright.
Pink colored her ass with one bright red streak blooming in the center, her upper thighs slightly flushed and her pussy swollen and glistening.
Gedeon had discarded his shirt and was massaging her back, his muscles rippling with his movements. “You did so well,” he soothed her.
Fighting my crumbling composure, I made my way back to them and explained to him what I had in mind. While he placed the two pieces of cotton rope as I’d asked, I tied the ends to two of the unused hooks dotting the ceiling.
Finished, I inspected my work. Two lines of rope under and above her breasts hauled her upper body up, so it was parallel to the bed. Her legs spread, the iron footboard under her hips, and her arms stretched behind her back—art. Pure art.
The position also eased the pressure on her shoulders—I didn’t want her dislocating them. But she was definitely feeling needles shooting up and down her nerves from how she flexed her fingers.
“On your knees in front of her,” Gedeon ordered.
I hurried onto the bed. Every command he gave pushed me to the verge of exploding.
“You are going to swallow each drop of Zion’s cum while I fuck you.” He unzipped his jeans behind her. “Afterwards, you will thank us.”
As I settled before her, her breath rained on my cock. “Open your pretty mouth.”
Her pink tongue darted out, licking my tip, and the split-second contact was like a zap of electricity. I twisted her hair around my fist to steady myself as she slowly began to—
“Fuu—” I choked as Gedeon plunged into her right as my hips drove forward, in turn forcing her to take me fully. I slid down her throat, and my eyes rolled back from the melody of her gags.
He set a deep and hard pace, and the vibration from her moans tightened my balls and thighs, spasming my muscles.
My endurance strained to the limit. I caved in, blew up, just fucking flew, coasting somewhere along the clouds as I withdrew to watch my cum fill her mouth, the pearly liquid coating her taste buds.
Lowering onto my heels, I swiped up her chin to collect the drops that had escaped. “Suck.”
Her lips parted, and her tongue swirled around my fingers as she licked them so eagerly I wanted to feed her more.
“So pretty.” I stroked her cheek, adoring how she leaned into my touch, whimpering as Gedeon kept up his rhythm, her breasts bouncing between the ropes.
Reaching through the gaps in the footboard, I found her pussy Gedeon was pounding into and a few strokes over her clit was all it took for her to crumble as she tensed and shook.
He swore and slammed into her a few more times, stiffening as he came with uncontrolled grunts, his hair as unraveled as he, utterly lost in the moment—so beautiful I longed to memorize his expression.
Smothering the itch, I joined Gedeon in untying her, and we collapsed in one sweaty pile of bodies, our limbs tangled, glued together. A sculpture of my dream.
He propped himself up on an elbow. “Now say thank you for your punishment and for Zion allowing you to swallow his cum.”
She glared at him. “I’m not thanking you for this.”
“You know you asked for it.” I massaged the imprints the ropes had left around her breasts. Chains had certain limitations. And cotton ropes would always leave such detailed patterns on a body—a temporary engraving of the story of what I’d put them through.
“Last warning.” Gedeon pinched her chin. “Thank us or I will tan your ass so raw that when we fuck it, you will scream from pain and not pleasure.”
“Fine,” she huffed. “Thank you for punishing me and for letting me swallow your cum. Happy?”
“That’s my good girl.” Kissing her forehead, he got off the bed. “Stay here,” he ordered, then stepped out the bedroom door.
Quickly undressing, I drawled, “Pretty birdie,” and pressed my front to her back, both of us on our sides. I buried myself in her slick pussy, utterly drenched from hers and his cum. I was not sated, not by far.
“Don’t be gentle,” she demanded, despite my hips grazing her abused backside.
“Never.” My hand glided under her waist, and I splayed it over her belly to keep her in place as my thrusts turned punishing. As I caressed her clit, she grasped my wrist, making those perfect little cries.
Gedeon closed the bathroom door. “What did I say?”
“It’s his fault,” she accused, and yelped when I pinched her.
So sneaky. If only I could lock her up in a forever cage of my steel, so she would always be mine to please.
“You said we had to stay.” I could play his game. Find the loopholes. Earn my own punishment. “Not that we couldn’t fuck.”
He joined us on the bed and brought her knee up to her chest. “You will come around his cock while looking at me. Both of you will finish when I allow you to. If you misbehave, you know what awaits you.”
“We should do just that,” I murmured, and she clenched around me.
Gedeon lined up two fingers, and with my next thrust, pushed them inside her. Everything suddenly became so much tighter.
“I need to…” she trailed off, contracting around me, and the last drops of my logic went to keeping myself from shattering.
“Not yet,” he warned.
I threw my head back, hoarsely pleading, “Gedeon.” I was about to actually debate murdering him.
His digits slightly curled as he leisurely said, “As you plead so nicely, you can come.”
On command, Kali convulsed without a sound escaping her. Her pussy pulsed and gushed, and I crashed after her, spilling inside, groaning into her neck as the overwhelming sensations consumed me.
I held her close to me, my palm pressed to the valley of her breasts so I could count the beats of her racing heart, and my pulse calmed down in tandem with hers.
Wiggling off, Kali twisted to face me. “You have to tell me all the ways to piss Gedeon off.”
“I have so many.” I tickled her waist, grinning at her squirming. “Now that we have you, we can invent so many more.”
She stuck her tongue out at Gedeon. “I told you I’m a bad woman to keep.”
“It only means I get to punish you again.” He picked up the tub he’d brought from the bathroom and unscrewed the lid. “On your stomach.”
She rolled over as told, exhaustion eating up any hints of possible protest at Gedeon’s command. I plucked my t-shirt off the floor to clean her up. As much as I’d enjoy having her covered in both my cum and blood, this had been enough for her.
Gedeon spread the thick liquid on her flushed backside, and she shuddered. “What is that?”
“Lotion.” I began untangling the mess her hair had become. She couldn’t sleep if it was knotted. Outright refused to. “It will help with the bruising.”
Clearing her throat, she grumbled something incomprehensible. “Did you turn my ass blue?”
He finished massaging the residue on her upper thighs. “Not this time.”
“What does that me—”
I smothered her question by turning her over and licking the tip of her nose, relishing her giggle.
Gedeon pulled the fluffy duvet I’d stolen from Kali’s bedroom—she loved it too much for me not to have taken it—over us, and we sandwiched her between us.
“You’ll suffocate me,” she complained. “I can’t move.”
“You don’t need to. I have you right where I want—my bed,” I said, and she rolled her eyes.
The scent of sweat and sex wafted off their bodies, and I floated in the cloud of it. I could eat them up.
She had said people in the city believed we were cannibals.