3. Man of His Word #2
"Keith-" she started before he grabbed her ass again, forcing her onto his face.
Deja gasped as Keith's mouth devoured her pussy, his nose nudging her clit.
She gripped the couch for balance as he ate her out like a starved dog.
Her thighs quivered as his tongue dragged between her labia, sucking her nub between his lips.
She panted breathlessly as his tongue fucked her into falling on his face, but he didn't care.
"Oh god-" Deja panted when Ian grabbed her chin between his fingers and thumb. Leaning against the armrest, he wore a sensual grin. "Look at you go..." he hummed, his thumb caressing her bottom lip. "You're in pure bliss… aren't you…?"
Leaning forward, Ian took her lips with his, slipping his tongue into her mouth.
His hand wrapped around the back of her neck as he swallowed every whimper.
"Feel his tongue, sweetheart..." Ian breathed against her lips.
"Slipping in… and out… in and out of that tight little cunt…
You're falling apart, aren't you… dripping…
I can smell you from here, and it's driving me mad. .."
Deja breathed into Ian's mouth as her stomach tightened. While Keith's tongue mercilessly fucked her into a waterfall streaming down his face, his hands palmed her ass, spreading her cheeks apart so that he could tease her anus.
"You wanna cum for Daddy, baby girl," Keith groaned into her pussy, flicking his tongue ring against her clit and sucking her labia like fruit.
"She's nearly there, aren't you, sweetheart?" Ian groaned, sucking her bottom lip. Deja's thighs tightened around Keith's head, and her entire body heaved. But before she could meet her release, Ian was picking her up off of Keith.
"Ian!" Deja groaned irritably as Ian pulled her over his shoulder.
"You don't deserve to cum yet," Ian said, carrying her to his bedroom. He kept her legs fastened to his chest with one hand while the other rubbed her ass and stroked her leaking pussy. He slipped his wet fingers into his mouth and hummed his satisfaction.
Deja barely had a minute to take in his room before he was tossing her on the bed. She crawled back as he removed his shirt. Deja fell backward as Ian grabbed her ankles and yanked her toward him.
"Do me a favor, sweetheart… Stay still while I have my fill," Ian said, spreading her legs apart. Deja breathlessly gasped as Ian fucked her with two fingers while sliding his tongue between her labia. She tried to crawl backward, but his firm grip held her down while he ate her like he owned her.
"Ian! Ian, oh god!" she cried out, her fingers digging in his hair. She didn't even see Keith enter the room before he grabbed her hands, pinning them to the bed. She stared up at him wide-eyed, her body trembling.
"Do you know what a ‘hatefuck’ is, baby girl?" Keith smirked. Pushing his hands down the front of her dress to grab her breasts, his mouth devoured hers. "It's when you fuck the shit out of someone you hate so badly… you almost kill them."
Deja looked at him, startled, as he roughly groped her breasts. "Don't worry, baby… we're not gonna kill you," Keith chuckled. "Just that pussy… I'm gonna fucking break you. "
Deja's thighs clenched around Ian's head as his tongue relentlessly fucked her. But before she could climax, he was removing his head.
She wanted to scream.
Keith laughed at the expression on her face. "Oh no, baby girl… You look miserable."
Deja glared at him. "I hate you."
Keith smirked. "Good."
As Ian pulled back, Keith crawled onto the bed. Rolling her onto her stomach, he forced her to her knees and grabbed her neck. "I will not be gentle..." he said, releasing himself from his pants. "Not because I'm an asshole… which I am… but because I have no more fucking patience with you."
Deja's back arched with an orgasmic cry as Keith filled her to the hilt. She cried out in pure ecstasy as Keith firmly grabbed her waist, mercilessly slamming into her. She clawed at the bedsheets, gasping for breath, nearly cumming.
"Not yet, baby girl," Keith grinned. "Fuck, you feel amazing."
Standing in front of the bed, Ian grabbed her chin and tilted her head until she met his eyes, ablaze with desire. "Head up, darling… I want you to fuck like he's watching..."
Deja was confused by Ian's words as he affectionately kissed her. Her body jostled chaotically as Keith fucked her like he was trying to break her in half. She collapsed, but Keith held her hips, slamming into her without restraint.
Deja thought she was actually going to die.
Sitting back on his knees, Keith abruptly pulled Deja onto his lap while deep inside her.
Wrapping his hand around the front of her throat, he forced her to look in the mirror.
"Say 'hi, Daddy’," he growled in her ear while slapping her pussy hard.
"Tell Daddy how sorry you are for ramming a knife through his stomach. "
Deja gasped as Keith slapped her pussy again, her stomach tightening as he pulsated inside her. "Tell him you didn't mean to shoot him. Tell him you belong to us and only us ."
Deja had no idea where this was coming from. He seemed crazier than usual. "Don't break her, Keith," Ian smirked, unzipping his pants.
"Why not..." Keith said, taking her ear between his teeth as his fingers pinched her clit. "She deserves to be broken. I want her broken. I wanna break her so fucking badly. Don't you want that, baby girl? You want Daddy to break you?"
"Keith, please," Deja gripped his hand desperately.
"Good god, she's fucking begging. Beg again, baby," Keith popped her pussy again. "Daddy, please… Daddy, please, what..." Before Deja could respond, Keith was slipping his wet fingers into her mouth. "Taste yourself, baby. You're fucking delicious."
"Keith," Ian warned.
Keith sighed as he slowed down and tenderly kissed Deja's temple. "It may seem like Ian's got a soft spot for you. But really… he's just a bitch."
"Or," Ian said, grabbing Deja from him. "I have more restraint than you."
"Bullshit," Keith snorted. Deja was beyond exhausted, but she knew they were nowhere near done. The average Donovan sexcapade lasted hours .
Sitting her on the dresser, Ian was already wrapping her legs around his waist as he released himself from his pants. "Let me see those beautiful eyes, sweetheart," Ian ordered. Deja looked at him and whimpered as he slowly slid into her. "...there we go… that's my good girl… wider for me..."
Deja's fingers dug into Ian's biceps as he picked her up. Her walls tightened around him, desperate to cum. "Ian-"
Ian's fingers wrapped around her throat, stopping her words. Tilting his head, he watched her pant as he fucked her against the wall. "...you want to cum… so badly… don't you…?" He bit his bottom lip with a satisfied grin, watching her whimper. "That poor, tortured little pussy..."
Deja felt a flurry of emotions ranging from anger to desperation.
This was becoming unbearable. Her back slammed repetitively against the wall as Ian pinned her hands to her sides, holding her up with his precise thrusts.
"Imagine..." Ian hummed. "Imagine he's watching you get the life fucked out of you right now.
Knowing damn well you're still his. That you can never escape us… no matter how hard you try."
Deja was practically begging for relief, and it angered her that it only brought them amusement.
Ian dropped her on the bed. A sweaty, panting mess desperate for release.
She watched them strip naked before they were removing her dress as well.
Again, Deja was dangling over Ian's shoulder as he carried her to his bathroom.
While Ian set her down on her feet in the limestone shower, Keith grabbed a bottle of lube.
Taking her face between his hands, Ian stared into her eyes.
"I loathe these feelings I have for you," Ian said bitterly.
"I'm trying to fuck them away, but… I'm afraid that's having the opposite effect.
.." Deja felt water over their heads as Ian desperately kissed her.
He grasped her waist as if he didn't dare let her go.
"Damn you..." he groaned bitterly against her lips.
Deja clung to Ian as he hiked her thigh to his waist. She felt Keith behind her before their fingers invaded both of her holes. "Be gentle with her..." Ian said, caressing her lips with his tongue.
"God, this ass..." Keith groaned, penetrating her ass with his fingers.
Deja's head fell forward against Ian's shoulder as Keith stretched her out, working her over. Her body tightened with anticipation as she felt their heads press against her openings before simultaneously slowly pushing inside of her. "Slow," Ian ordered.
"I got her..." Keith said, looking down, watching his dick gradually slide into her. "Goddamn, baby girl… Holy fuck."
Deja bit down hard on Ian's shoulder as they both stretched her out. She could feel their fingers painfully pressing into her skin as Keith growled in ecstasy from her tightness.
"No fucking way I'm letting her ass go after this," Keith said, holding her hips while slowly fucking her.
"That was part of the deal..." Ian mused, tenderly kissing Deja's neck. "Have your fill now… In the morning… she's-"
Deja shouted as her climax hit her like a speeding truck. Her legs went limp, and her body collapsed as she came so hard she blacked out.
Deja abruptly shot up awake, naked and alone in Ian's bed. She looked at the clock, reading 4:30 AM.
"Ian? Keith?" she called, receiving no response. Crawling out of bed, she pulled on one of Ian's shirts and boxers since her clothes had been torn to shreds. Walking out of his room, she headed for the living room when she heard whimpering.
Deja paused, looking around for the noise when she spotted another room.
As she got closer, the whimpering grew louder.
She hesitantly grabbed the handle. Swinging the door open, her eyes widened in shock at the two women on the floor, tied up with their mouths bound.
They looked eerily similar to her, from the dark skin tone to the hair.
"Oh my god!" Deja rushed to untie them. "It's okay! Hold on! I'll get you out!" Just as Deja went to untie the second girl, the first girl screamed. Deja looked up and saw a shirtless Ian standing at the door, wearing surgical gloves.
Ian frowned. "Well… this is unfortunate… You weren't supposed to find them..."
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Deja blurted.
Ian smiled, confused. "In order to fake your suicide… we need a body, sweetheart. How else did you think this would work?"
"Not by killing innocent women!" Deja snarled.
"We only need one. Though… I still haven't decided which. Why don't you choose?" he smiled.
"This wasn't part of the deal, Ian!" Deja snapped.
Ian chuckled. "...you don't get to decide the rules, sweetheart. But you can choose your body double."
Deja glared at him, enraged, before she looked at the women. "Her," Deja pointed to the one tied up. "Let her go."
"No, please! Please!" the other girl screamed.
"As you wish," Ian said, approaching her.
Deja quietly walked around Ian and grabbed one of his vases before violently smashing it over his head. As he fell to the ground, Deja quickly grabbed both women. " Come on !" she shouted, leading them out of the room. But as they ran for the door, the women shrieked.
Keith stood in the hallway, twirling his ax. "Going somewhere?" he smirked.
"Keith… please ..." Deja begged, standing protectively in front of the women. "This was not part of the deal."
Keith snickered. "Someone didn't read the fine print."
"I did not consent to you killing other women in my stead!"
"I mean shit, baby, I'd happily set them free if you get that ass back in bed," Keith laughed.
Deja exhaled sharply. "Fine," she said, storming up to him. Keith looked down at her with a raised brow when his eyes widened as she kneed him in the groin. She grabbed the bottle of wine and smashed it against his head.
"Let’s go!" Deja turned to see Ian grab one of the girls. She immediately charged at him, knocking him to the floor. All three women jumped Ian before Deja grabbed the broken wine bottle and rammed the sharp glass into Ian's shoulder. "The door!" Deja shouted at the women.
They ran as Deja picked up Keith's ax and kicked him again before running outside after the girls.
"Where do we go?!" one of the girls panicked.
"Uh… d-driver-driver!" Deja said, looking around. "He said there'd be a driver!" Deja led the way, running as fast as they could away from Ian's estate, frantically looking over her shoulder to make sure they weren't being followed. She spotted a car with headlights on and ran for it.
"Hello! Please help us!" Deja banged on the window when the driver's head rolled off his body.
Deja stared in shock as the women shrieked in terror.
She turned, facing the two women crying hysterically.
"I-it's… it's okay… I'm-I'll… I'll f-figure something.
.." Deja clutched her chest. She felt a panic attack coming on.
A car horn snapped her out of it. She spotted Esme in a car across the street. " Esme ?!" Deja blurted.
"Hurry up and get in!" Esme snapped impatiently. The girls hopped into the car before Esme sped off.
Deja sat curled up on Esme's couch, staring absentmindedly. Her eyes glazed over. She looked up as Esme entered the living room. "How are they?" Deja asked.
Esme sighed. "Freaked out. Told them I'd help them get home safely tomorrow."
"....Thanks..." Deja's eyes fell. "I can't… have anyone else… dying for me..."
Esme sat on the couch beside her. "...oops..."
Deja looked at her frankly. "...don't tell me you killed that driver..."
Esme snorted. "Duh. He was a total tool. Deja, did you really think they'd let you get away that easily?"
Deja dug her fingers into her hair and screamed into the pillow. "I don't know! I just want this to be over! I can't-I can't do this anymore," she sobbed. "I can't."
Watching carefully, Esme affectionately touched Deja's leg. "...I knew Ian was going to at least let you leave, but… Deja… There's always a price...They're obsessed with you. I don't think they'll ever truly be able to let you go..."
Deja looked at Esme with tears in her eyes. "Then, what the hell can I do?!"
Esme tenderly wiped Deja's tears away. She bit her lip before quickly leaning forward, pressing her lips against Deja's. Deja blinked at Esme, startled as Esme leaned into her, tenderly kissing her as if to comfort her.
Pulling back, Esme looked at Deja content. "...I'll take care of it..."