Chapter 4 #2
“Do you need a safe word? Zeke asks me seriously.
“Do you?” I respond.
“Alright,” Kaylee says as she comes around the table. She squats down in front of me and smiles. “If they hurt you, no one will ever find their bodies. Okay?”
“Okay,” I laugh. She looks at Zeke first and narrows her eyes.
“I’m not joking when I say that I will fucking kill you if you hurt her. She is too kindhearted to tell you that you’ve been awful to her for years. If this is your way of calling a truce, fine. No more bullshit. Got it?”
“Got it,” Zeke says. She turns to Brett next.
“If you fuck her at this party and embarrass her in any way, I will gut you two like a fish in front of everyone. I have no problem joining my family in prison. I’m not gonna put up with your bullshit like she does.”
“I’m alright, Kay,” I say, squeezing her hands.
“I’m not kidding. Violence never hurt anyone except for the people who pissed me off.”
“You are insufferable,” I laugh.
“Enjoy your night. Here’s to hoping they don’t have tiny dicks,” she says with a smile as she stands.
I shake my head at her and Zeke chuckles. “Let’s go somewhere else.”
“Did you really have sex with Kaylee?” Brett asks.
“She and her boyfriend one time,” I say as we walk down the hallway. My heart is pounding, and I abruptly stop when he opens one of the bedroom doors.
“No one is making you walk into this room,” Zeke turns and says. “Also, just because you come in here with us doesn’t mean anything has to happen.”
“How do I know this isn’t a setup?” I ask.
“We may tease you, but we would never hurt you, Alice,” Brett says.
“You’ve done nothing but basically make fun of me since we were seven. Excuse me for being weary of being alone in a room with you two,” I snap.
“I sense that we have a massive misunderstanding that needs to be addressed,” Zeke frowns.
“Sure. A misunderstanding,” I roll my eyes. I push past him and walk into the room. The nerves take back over when they shut the door and flip the lock.
“Unless you’d rather others be able to walk in on their own,” Zeke says.
“I’m not scared of you. It’s fine,” I say.
“Okay,” he says with a smirk. He reaches out and takes the scarf from around my neck. “We had a bet.”
“Right,” I say. I take the scarf and sit on the end of the bed before tying it around my head like a blindfold. It’s oddly comforting, not being able to see them. Seeing them makes me nervous.
“Seven minutes,” Brett says.
“Fuck,” I sigh.
“All you have to do is say stop,” Zeke says as I am laid back on the bed.
“I’m too stubborn,” I admit.
“It still counts as a loss if you have a panic attack,” Brett laughs. My breathing quickens and I am on a quick path to panicking if I don’t calm down.
“Tell me something, Alice,” Zeke says as they take my sandals off.
“Fuck,” I repeat. “What?”
“What did you mean by us making fun of you?” he asks. Fingers hook in my leggings and my breath catches when they drag them down my thighs. “Focus, Alice.”
“Because you have. You two have always been mean to me,” I choke out. I’m left in just a black lace thong and bra set when one of them sits me up slightly to take my shirt off.
“My God, you’re even more beautiful than we thought, Alice,” Brett says softly as I feel his knees part my legs and hands sliding up my thighs.
“How have we been mean?” Zeke asks.
“All you do is tease. What I wear…” I say with a shaky voice.
I am so in over my head right now. I don’t know what I expected, but these two men are fucking savoring my body as they stare down at me.
I don’t know who is between my legs, but his hands are closing in on the source of the growing pressure in my body and I can’t think.
I never thought I would find myself wanting them to touch me. They’re excruciatingly slow.
“What else?” Zeke asks. I suddenly realize it’s him touching me when he wraps his hands around my hips and his thumbs are settled on the bends of my hips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whisper and press my palms to my forehead.
“Do you want me to stop?” Zeke asks. I want to say that he is taunting me, but he sounds serious. The fact that he’s actively checking in with me rather than teasing me makes me want more.
“No,” I whimper.
“What else then?” Brett asks. He grabs my wrists and holds them loosely above my head.
“You just pick fun every chance you get. You call me mousy. I… oh God,” I stop abruptly and moan softly and arch my back when he presses into the bend of my hips with his thumbs
“Why have you never told us it upsets you, Alice? That literally makes you mousy,” Zeke says softly.
“Fuck,” I whine. “I can’t think when you do that.” He lets up and I relax into the bed. “I was afraid it would make it worse.”
“Oh, Alice,” Brett sighs and kisses my forehead. Knowing who is who and not being able to see is fucking with me now.
“I can’t do this whole not seeing y’all thing. I know who is who.” I say.
“You’re doing well, Mousey,” Zeke praises. “I’m going to explain something, and I need you to just listen. Okay?”
“Okay,” I say with a small voice that even I can hardly hear.
“Brett and I have liked you since we were little kids. There is no excuse for us upsetting you, Alice. It was never our intention to hurt you,” he says as he slowly pulls my thong down.
When I pull against Brett’s hold on my wrists, he tightens his grip before softly kissing me. His lips on mine instantly make me relax. “Good girl. Just relax,” Brett says softly.
“You can’t do that,” I frown.
“What?” I ask.
“You can’t call a touch-deprived smut reader a good girl. That’s cheating. It’s like waving a bag of blood in front of a vampire.”
“You like monster smut. Got it,” Zeke laughs.
“We will make up for everything, Alice,” Brett says seriously. “There is no excusing us for being dumbasses and not getting the hint that you were uncomfortable. We never meant to hurt you.”
“You made me feel like I was a burden,” I say honestly. “This is not how you make up for it by the way.”
“We’re so sorry, Alice. You are not a burden. I promise,” Zeke says. His hands are resting on my thighs, and I am trying my hardest to not move. I’m trying to not think about how they can see me, including my pussy, but I can’t see them. “Also, this isn’t how we want to make up for it.”
“Then why?” I squeak out when he spreads my legs further. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because we want to watch you come apart for us, Mousey,” Zeke says. “I want to taste you.”
Zeke plunges his tongue inside my pussy before circling his tongue around my clit. His tongue flicks across my piercing and I moan far louder than I expected and arch my back. Brett covers my mouth and chuckles. “I didn’t expect that from you, mousy girl. I can’t wait to hear you scream for us.”
“She’s pierced,” Zeke says as he grabs my piercing with his fingers and twists it just enough that it forces another moan. I am sensitive enough as it is with that thing, but they have me so worked up that it’s just adding to how intense everything feels. “Time?”
“Three minutes left,” Brett says as he uncovers my mouth. One of them pulls the scarf off me and I open my eyes, trying to blink away the blur. Zeke looks absolutely feral as he leans down to put his hands beside my head,
“You understand that you lost, yes?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I need a real answer. No being a brat about it and forcing yourself into something you don’t want to do.
I’m going to be blunt with you, because it is really fucking important that you understand.
” he says, and I nod for him to continue.
“Do you want us to stop? If you say no, I’m going to make you come until you can’t take it anymore, then we are going to fuck you.
We are both pierced. We are a lot to handle, and you will without a doubt be sore when we are done with you, but we will take care of you.
We will clean and dress you before we take you back to your apartment.
Understand that our aftercare might be excessive, but it’s needed after what we will do to you. ”
“I’m going to be really fucking disappointed if you don’t live up to that hype,” I say and Zeke smiles. “I don’t want you to stop.”
Brett pulls me up slightly and unhooks my bra before pulling it away from me.
“God, woman. Have any other hidden piercings?” Zeke says when he sees that my nipples are pierced.
I smirk and stick out my tongue so he can see that my tongue is also pierced.
“Fuck… I’m going to have fun pulling out every little freaky secret of yours. ”
Zeke moves me up on the bed some before kissing my thigh.
As soon as I relax, he bites my inner thigh.
Brett covers my mouth as a moan slips free.
I have no doubt that he just bruised me.
I don’t know how he guessed that I am into pain like that, but my legs tremble when he nips my other thigh.
Brett is kneading my breasts. He grabs one of the piercings and twists, making me moan louder.
“We could get her off without even touching that sweet little pussy,” Zeke says before twisting the other nipple.
I whimper and squirm, but he puts his hand on my lower belly and pushes me onto the bed.
Zeke and Brett take to kissing and biting me all over my chest, thighs, and breasts.
At some point, the timer goes off and they shut it off without hardly pausing.
I am mumbling against their hand, begging them to touch me.
Brett takes his hand off my mouth and leans down to look at me. “What is it, Mousey?”
“You two are fucking torturing me. Please make me come,” I say breathlessly.
“Have you been a good girl?” he asks. “Do you deserve to come?”
“Yes,” I groan when Zeke bites my inner thigh inches from my now pulsating pussy.
“How badly do you want it?” Zeke asks.
“Bad. Please, Zeke,” I beg. “Fuck. What the fuck is wrong with me?”