Chapter 44 Kali
KALI
Iwas not going to allow them to tie me up again.
Last time it’d happened, I’d spent half an hour battling the chair I’d been strapped to and had scraped my ankles raw in my attempts to free myself. Granted, successful ones, but I doubted a repeat was possible with the two bastards watching me like hawks.
“I—” I dug my heels into the floor, the boards chilly under my soles, the sensation jarring enough to strengthen my resolve. “I’m not going anywhere near it.”
“Yes, you will.” Gedeon gently nudged me toward Zion. “Because if you do not, I will make good on my promise to fill you with our cum for the ride home tomorrow morning.”
A fresh wave of heat made its home between my legs. Something had to be wrong with me for Gedeon’s threat to affect me so.
Otherwise, I had to acknowledge the simple truth: I wanted to be handled by him and Zion, and that wasn’t something I could ever admit to them.
If I did, Gedeon’s ego would inflate beyond imaginable limits, and Zion would drag mine and Gedeon’s pants down in his game of desecrating every available surface. He called it “sanctifying,” for gods’ sake.
I wouldn’t survive either of them. One would kill me with his words and the other with his proclivities.
Bouncing on his heels, Zion outstretched an arm toward me. “Fly over to me, pretty birdie.”
“Go to him.” Gedeon pushed my lower back, leaving a searing imprint above my ass.
My very bare ass. While he was fully clothed. Apparently, this was my life now—a naked owner of three holes.
Gedeon could at least fuck Zion. The man would light up any time the topic came up, and Gedeon was driving him crazy with anticipation. If he finally did it, it would give my poor vagina a break.
“I will remind you for the last time.” Warm moisture skimmed my ear as Gedeon said from behind me, “Do as told, or I will drag you there myself.”
“I should have just killed you when I had the chance,” I mumbled.
His dark chuckle coiled around my neck.
Gulping, I embarked on the short path to Zion, the twenty feet between us more like a thousand.
Trepidation mixed with adrenaline flared in me with each step. I cursed myself for enjoying the blend, for how it kindled the flames in my pelvis and how Zion’s excitement, wicked and festering, was so palpable a shudder ripped through me.
“Secure her wrists,” Gedeon barked.
A glimpse back revealed him situating himself in a chair, the navy kitchen cabinets behind him so matte they absorbed the dim illumination from the sconces framing the door, similar to how Gedeon usually repelled all light, as if it was his natural state.
Only now, the white t-shirt we’d coerced him into wearing made him stand out like an albino crow in a flock of black.
I stopped near the dangling bits of rope. It wasn’t hard to figure out where my limbs were supposed to go.
But to my surprise, Zion took my wrist, leading my hand down my belly, the graze of his knuckles a line of fire.
“Give me a taste,” he begged.
“No.” Gedeon’s refusal rang out like a strike of lightning. “Not like this.”
We stilled, unmoving, intertwined by phantom restraints, aware that one wrong move would harshen whatever Gedeon planned to dole out for us messing with his clothing.
But the strawberry t-shirt was worth it. I’d almost peed myself when I’d hid Gedeon’s backpack in the shed and Zion hung the special garment in the closet this morning.
“You said you wanted to taste her, Zion? You will.” A warning rippled in Gedeon’s voice. “But first, restrain her.”
Goosebumps peppered my flesh at his intonation.
We were in deep trouble.
Mute, Zion raised my arms above my head and secured each end of the rope around my wrists separately, the knots surprisingly comfortable.
Scrutinizing his work, he surveyed me from my hands to my thighs, causing me to try to rub my legs together. The hunger in his eyes hardened my nipples to the point I wished he’d torture them, just a little bit.
The absence of fabric covering his chest exposed the labyrinth of scars utilizing his torso as a canvas, the jagged contours a story of his survival.
The damaged tissue was so enticing, I craved to trace it, from the horizontal line across his pectorals to that dot right above his right hipbone, the one his loose pants were currently concealing.
“Good boy,” Gedeon purred.
But there was something in how he said it—with a dash of sweetness, a stark contrast to the icy-cold smile he exhibited. As though he was admiring Zion and couldn’t contain the softness within himself, his control slipping.
Zion’s cheeks reddened, but from how he adjusted himself, I figured he enjoyed the praise.
“Now strip,” Gedeon ordered, sprawling in his seat.
The size-too-small t-shirt grew taut across his chest, the thin cotton accentuating the muscles honed by years of training and fights while simultaneously obscuring dozens of scars and the tattoos on his back—hundreds of tiny bird silhouettes serving as graves of ink for the losses.
Without a protest, Zion worked the fraying laces of his worn boots and tossed them aside. I expected his pants to follow, but instead, he stretched his arms toward the ceiling, the veins on his forearms standing out even through the tattoo and burn scars, and…
Wiggled his ass.
Left. Right. Again. And once more, the fabric of his wide-legged pants swayed with the movement.
I exploded into a fit of giggles at Gedeon’s expression. Bewilderment, shock, and then amusement flashed across his unblinking state.
The tremors rocking through me pulled on my restraints, and I twisted, trying to adjust to the sensation of rope abrading my wrists. “You look like you’ve never seen Zion naked before.”
“I’m not naked.” Zion freed the top button of his pants. “Yet.” The waistband loosened, and he moved on to the second, then the third, the hemline slowly sliding down his waist.
With the last button undone, he let the fabric glide down even more, exposing the top of his toned ass and—
He caught the material right below his hips.
The tease dried out my mouth.
For more than a decade, I hadn’t allowed myself to consider wanting someone, but these two had tied me to them, not only with actual shackles, but invisible ones too. I craved them like fresh air after waking up in a stuffy bedroom.
“Zion.” Turmoil bubbled inside Gedeon based on how he shifted in the chair, his fists rolling hard enough for all color to leave the capillaries in his knuckles.
Allowing the fabric to lower one more inch, Zion rolled his shoulders, his back rippling like water after a stone had been thrown into it. “Yes?”
Gedeon rubbed his face. “You will regret this, I promise you that.”
“Good. I will hold you to that.” He dropped his pants. The fabric pooled on the floor, revealing his sculpted legs, his strong thighs, his—
I swallowed at the sight of the prominent vein running along his cock, the winding road my tongue had followed many times, yet hadn’t satisfied its hunger, not once.
Switching my focus from the man stepping out of his clothing, I gaped at Gedeon.
With knees spread, elbow on an armrest, two fingers pressing against a temple, he might have seemed a picture of nonchalance, but in reality, he vibrated from the tension.
Unruffled, he flicked an offending piece of lint off his faded jeans. “Kneel.”
The iciness in his command clogged a whimper in my throat. I writhed in the restraints, yanking on the ropes and losing my mind when they wouldn’t give.
Zion lowered to the floor, his stomach expanding and shrinking with uneven breaths. He raised my foot to place a feather-light kiss on my ankle, and the glide of the barely-there lips confused my nerves, sending them into overdrive as they burst, soaking my non-existent panties.
“Sit her on your shoulders.” Unfastening his belt, Gedeon slid the leather through the buckle.
My backside twinged from the memory of how that same instrument had rained fire on my ass and pussy. And how afterward, he’d pounded into me while I choked on Zion’s length.
“Wha— What?” I sputtered as Zion seized my legs and hoisted me up, as instructed.
His knees had to be killing him with my weight pressing them into the floor.
“No, we can’t— This is— Why—” Thrashing, I sought to wriggle off, but his hold grew brutal, bruising me to the bones, and my heels kicking his back surely did the same to him.
Zion’s exhales chilled the juices gushing out of me, and I squirmed, contracting around nothing. After Gedeon toying with my sanity and nagging me to admit I was partly at fault for not keeping Zion in check and allowing him to wreak havoc on Gedeon’s things, I was ready to beg someone to fuck me.
Both of them. At the same time.
Because in those moments when their sweaty bodies ground against me, when they filled me so well, I could only hold on and take, when their grunts dripped into my ears, lacing my brain with their poison, the world would vanish. The time would stand still.
The carnality of it, the inability to flee, it always made me feel like we were three live wires rubbing each other raw, all about to short-circuit and burn.
“You said you wanted to taste her, Zion. So that’s what you will do—bury your head between her thighs.” Gedeon unhooked the brass button on his jeans. “You will make her come for each transgression.”
My blood chilled. “No.” The whisper floated out of me.
“This is just the beginning, Kali.” He unzipped his jeans, the sound of teeth separating like a warning in itself.
“I’m going to push your limits, one by one.
” Tugging the rough denim away from his crotch, Gedeon smiled in such a foreboding manner, Zion groaned.
“To start, you will both punish each other. I believe you stole six shirts of mine and then gave me this.” He pulled on the neckline of his t-shirt. “That’s seven in total.”
Gedeon leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, a rogue dark wave tickling his forehead.
“Zion, I do not care if she begs you to stop. If you do, you will start anew. Again. And again. Until you make her come seven times in a row without a break.” His gaze flicked to me, and if looks could disintegrate you, dead skin cells would float where I was situated.
“And you will count. Out loud. If you stop, Zion will restart his task.”
That…was actually going to kill me. “But—”
“The time to plead for my forgiveness has passed,” he cut me off, his sternness leashing my protests like the ropes around my wrists. “So be a good girl and take your sentence.”
“Zion…” I murmured, blinking away my tears.
Clutching my ass, he kissed my inner thigh, the bloom of warmth there and gone in the next second. “Remember to count.” He pounced on me, hauling me higher, and the flat of his tongue drifted from my entrance to my clit, heightening my fear.
I was certain he wouldn’t fail Gedeon. He would rather torment me until I passed out, until his muscles tore, than disappoint the man he’d desired for so long.
A cry left me at how Zion’s tongue pierced my opening, gluing to the inner wall and unhurriedly gliding out, ripping a violent tremor out of me.
Taking his time, he explored my every dip and swell, locating which valleys caused me to spasm and which hills yanked the moans out of me. Time distorted as he discovered methods to draw out the torture, to bring me to the edge but not throw me over it, to turn me into a blubbering mess about to—
He latched on to my clit, sucking on it unrelentingly, and… And— An—
The depths claimed me, suffocating me in pleasure swarming through my body, curling my toes and locking my thighs around Zion’s head. My diaphragm ceased pumping air inside my lungs. Only the ropes and Zion held me up as I spasmed and sailed the tides of ecstasy.
Gradually, his caresses eased, and I returned to the house.
Zion found my clit once more, but didn’t move, the blue of his eyes taking on that shade of the sea in the evening.
Then it hit me.
“One,” I quietly said, surprised my voice hadn’t cracked.
The frost in Gedeon’s smirk froze the sweat on my forehead, and I gulped, the dread of what was to come shrouding me in its embrace.
“Don’t stop on my account.” He rubbed his bottom lip with a thumb. “Unless you wish to start anew?”
“No,” I mumbled, swallowing the thickness affecting my vocal cords. I had to get through this.
A weak nod to Zion, and I closed my eyes, crying out at him dragging his tongue over the bundle of nerves and sucking on it once more. His attention on the over-sensitized tissue caused me to convulse, and I writhed, seeking to get away, my peripherals dissolving when he began to hum—
My back bowed from the vibrations. His fingers dug into my flesh to lock me in as my muscles coiled to the point they ripped.
Electricity coursed through my veins, sparking and charring everything in its path.
He pushed me over the edge, and a living force pulled me under, drowning me as I choked on nothingness.
A fit of trembles wrecked me from the inside out, and an ache simmered in my joints as my arms took the majority of my weight. My cry nudged Zion to scooch forward, to maneuver me to sit on his shoulders more comfortably, but he didn’t pause. No, he continued to lick, and kiss, and suck.
No matter how much I thrashed with my diminishing strength, he kept it up, and soon my hips were rocking of their own accord.
“What did I say would happen if you forgot to count, hm?” Gedeon’s reproach stopped me dead in my tracks.
A traitorous sniffle slipped past my defenses.
Fiddling with the brass button of his jeans, he demanded, “Answer me, Kali.”
But all I could do was stare at him as Zion resumed his work, pulling a string of whimpers from my throat.
“As you wish then.” Gedeon released a sigh, so heady it roused my panic. “Here’s a reminder, so you do not forget: the count starts with one.” He snapped his fingers. “Begin.”