Fox #3
She sinks to the floor beside his chair, her profile stark against the window white-washed with snow at the breakfast nook.
Unhurried, she peels Kai’s pants down. His cock slaps up against his stomach, flushed, wet at the tip.
“Christ, Bash,” Kai says, shifting in his seat to glance up at Rooke. “You’re really going to let her do this to me in front of him?”
“You were hard before he sat down,” Haven says. She wraps her hand around the base of his cock and squeezes him. “Don’t pretend you don’t want this.”
“Fuck you, Haven.”
“You did,” she murmurs slyly. “In the woods, against the maple tree, remember? And you weren’t complaining like this when you made me blow you in the library where anyone could walk past. Remember that?”
Kai’s jaw works as he looks over at me.
“You taking notes, officer?”
“You’re such a simp, Kai. Rock hard and already soaked.” She squeezes him again, hard enough to make him turn his attention back to her with a groan. “Where’s the boy who used to tie me to a tree and pinch my nipples until I cried?”
“Shut up,” Kai grates out.
“I said deal with it, Haven, not talk.” Rooke’s voice is flat.
She takes him slow, all the way, until her lips touch her own fist where it’s wrapped around the base of his hard cock.
Kai’s bare heels scrape the floor as his entire body shudders. He goes to push Haven’s head down, but Rooke pulls back on the silk looped around Kai’s throat, forcing Kai to grab at the robe’s belt to keep Rooke from strangling him.
Keeping his hands away from Haven’s head.
“Pretty picture, isn’t it, Deputy?” Rooke says. “The boy you should arrest, dripping on his own stomach while the girl he used to hurt sucks him like she owes him money.”
My breath has gone shallow. I can hear it rasping in and out between my clenched teeth.
“You could stop this. You could stop it right now. But you won’t, will you?”
Haven pulls off. A string of spit hangs from her bottom lip to the head of Kai’s cock. She wipes it with the back of her wrist as she glances toward me.
“Should I stop?” she asks in a low voice, firelight gleaming on her wet mouth.
My throat is so dry, all I can get out is a creaky, “No.”
Haven’s eyes go to Rooke.
“You heard him,” Rooke says. “Again. Slower this time.” He yanks on the silk leash around Kai’s throat. “And if you come before Fox says you can, you’ll be in a world of hurt, boy.”
Kai’s cock jumps in Haven’s fist, but his vicious glare is directed at me, not the one holding his leash.
Thank fuck we’re both pinned down, because he looks like he’d happily smash my face in. When I hold his stare, he sneers at me.
“You’re going to regret this, pig,” he mutters through clenched teeth.
A surge of blood hardens my cock. I’m eternally grateful that the layers of insulation I’m wearing show only a thick ridge beneath my pants. If not for that, my cock would be standing as proud as Kai’s.
“Get to work, girl,” Bastian says.
Haven blows him with ruthless patience. Every time Kai’s thighs begin to tremble, she stops. When he tries to thrust, her hand tightens in warning and Rooke draws the silk taut around his throat.
The first time she edges him, Kai curses her.
The second time, he curses Rooke.
By the third, he’s staring at me as if this is somehow my fault.
On the fourth, his body locks so violently the chair legs scrape across the floor. Haven pulls away just before he can come and waits, calm as anything, while he fights his way back under control.
Rooke watches me over Kai’s head with the patience of a scientist letting an experiment run. Which is exactly what this is.
He’s waiting for me to end it.
Instead, I lean forward.
Kai’s had enough. He’s squirming in his seat, sweat slicking his brow, his pecs, his abs. When I make eye contact with him, he shows me his teeth.
“Please,” he spits, and then bares his teeth like he hates himself for saying it.
Haven glances at me while her hand stays loose around him.
This is the moment to end it. I know that with perfect clarity. Kai has asked, Haven is waiting, and Rooke has put the choice in front of me like a loaded gun, expecting me not to pick it up.
Didn’t have Psychological Russian Roulette against Professor Rooke on my bingo card, but I’ll be fucked if I’m backing down now.
My voice comes out rough. “No. He’s not coming yet.”
Kai laughs, ugly and short. “You don’t get to—”
Rooke tightens the silk leash until Kai’s laugh cuts off in a strangled gasp.
“Tonight he does,” Rooke says. “Now be quiet, boy.”
Kai goes still, but his eyes shoot daggers at me. He’s still hard, his cock gigantic in Haven’s small hands.
“You used to hold me down and finger me until I cried,” Haven says, almost fond as she stares down at his cock. “Now look at you.” Her gaze darts up, and Kai flinches at the look in her eyes. “You can’t even come without a cop’s permission.”
She takes him into her mouth again. Kai’s head tips back against Rooke’s stomach and Rooke slowly strokes his hair with his free hand.
“There,” Rooke murmurs. “That’s my good boy.” Then his tone changes, harsher. “Take his cock deeper, girl. Show Fox what that pretty mouth is good for.”
Haven makes an angry sound, her eyes darting up to glare at Rooke. But she doesn’t stop. They both know what happens if they push back.
I shift in the chair, and the belt around my wrists reminds me I chose this—same as the hard ridge in my pants reminds me I’m enjoying it.
When my eyes find Rooke again, he’s staring at me. He makes a show of dropping his gaze to my crotch, a faintly pleased smile ghosting his lips.
“Are you done pretending you don’t want to be here?” he asks.
I swallow, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, but I manage a nod.
“Then are you going to keep tormenting this poor boy until Haven runs out of spit for his cock?”
“Why not?” I say. “He’s been a dick to me all morning.”
Rooke tsks. “You heard the Deputy, boy. Looks like you haven’t earned his forgiveness yet.”
Kai groans like a dying man while Haven’s mouth slides slowly up and down his cock. A tiny, petty part of me feels a spark of satisfaction.
I’m not a sadist, like Rooke. Kai has been a dick to me all morning…
Is what I tell myself.
“If you’re going to keep treating them like toys, you should be the one playing with them.”
I don’t know where the fuck the words come from. The part of me that’s furious that I’m still here, maybe. The part that wants this to end so I can go back to my apartment and pretend I’m a decent human being.
A rakish smile graces Bastian’s mouth before it fades into the same sultry stare he’s worn most of the morning. “Welcome to the party, Fox,” he murmurs.
He loosens the silk from Kai’s throat, and Kai drags in a full breath, eyelashes fluttering. It’s all the reprieve Bastian gives him. Rooke unwinds the belt, jerks Kai’s arms behind the chair, and binds his wrists with the same length of silk.
Kai yanks, hard. The chair creaks ominously, but he goes nowhere.
Rooke walks around to the front. He shrugs the robe off his shoulders. It hits the floor in a heap of crimson silk. His cock hangs heavy between his thighs, thicker than Kai’s, already hardening.
He stands by Kai’s shoulder, opposite Haven, once again ensuring I have the perfect view of this new fuckery.
“Open.”
Kai grins, the muscles along his jaw ticing as he clenches his teeth together.
Rooke grabs Kai’s face and sinks his thumbs into his cheeks, cruelly enough for Kai’s body to flinch at the assault.
Then, ever so slowly, Rooke feeds him his cock.
Kai gags on the first stroke and takes the second. Haven keeps her mouth on Kai, matching Rooke’s pace without being told.
I can see all of it.
Kai’s lips stretched around the cock that barely fits in his mouth.
Haven’s head bobbing up and down as she sucks Kai’s hard shaft.
The way Kai’s throat works when Rooke holds him there and does not give him air.
How his eyes water and his body starts to shake.
“Look at you sucking dick like a professional. Remember how clumsy you were the first time, Kai? Choking, crying, trying to tap out after thirty seconds? Nuh-uh. Don’t you dare pull off, boy.”
Kai tries anyway. As punishment, Rooke holds his hair and fucks into his mouth another inch. Spit runs down Kai’s chin and drops onto Haven’s knuckles where she’s got him by the balls.
Rooke looks at me over Kai’s head. “Doesn’t he look good like this, Fox? Mid-twenties, and already the perfect little simp.”
I yank at my hands like I’ve somehow developed the strength to bust them open. The belt creaks, but doesn’t give an inch.
“He does,” I manage.
Rooke tilts his head, drawing out of Kai’s mouth until his crown is resting obscenely on his lower lip, before thrusting back in hard enough to make him gag.
It’s a silent challenge.
As I try to work spit back into my mouth, Rooke slams into poor Kai’s mouth again so hard he retches.
“You—“ I clear my throat. “You look good with his cock in your mouth, Kai.”
“Is he a good boy, Fox?” Rooke strokes Kai’s head, waiting for barely a second before thrusting again. Kai retches again, looking miserable as spit bubbles out around Rooke’s thick shaft.
“Yes,” I blurt out. “You’re being such a good boy, Kai.”
Kai moans around Rooke’s dick, the sound sending a shudder through my body.
I’ve never heard such shame and want all mixed up like that, like Kai has no idea what the fuck he’s feeling.
“And if you take my cock all the way down that greedy throat, Fox might let you come,” Rooke mutters in a tight voice as he rakes his fingers through Kai’s sandy hair. “Would you like that? Would my good boy like to come?”
Kai makes a frantic, pleading sound around his cock, causing Rooke’s jaw to tic.
I’m so fucking glad my hands are tied. I would not have been able to stop myself unzipping my fly, taking out my cock, and getting off as I watch Haven and Rooke using Kai’s body.
Kai lets out a sob, his thighs quivering as he hyperventilates around Rooke’s cock. It’s blatant he can’t hold back any longer, and God only knows what Bastian will do to him if he comes without permission.