Chapter 32 #2
My gaze lifted, and I saw the raw, naked desire on my face, the desperate, needy plea in my eyes. I saw a woman who was lost, a woman who was found, a woman who was completely and utterly theirs.
Roman knelt behind me then, his hands stroking my ass, his fingers tracing the cleft, then circling my tight, puckered hole. He spat, the warm fluid landing on my skin. I flinched, a soft gasp escaping my lips.
“Don’t move, dirty girl,” Roman commanded, his voice a low, growling rumble. “If you do, I’m going to have to take off my belt.”
His fingertips brushed against my bottom hole, and I sucked in a breath of air through my teeth. I must have flinched the tiniest bit because Roman slapped my ass hard, just as Lev tugged my hair harshly in his fist. The sharp sting radiated through me, and I tried not to cry out.
“I told you not to move, princess,” Roman growled.
“Look at you, kneeling there so obediently. This is all you’re good for, isn’t it? This is the only thing that quiets that mind of yours. Being used. Filled up until there’s nothing left but us,” Lev said.
The words were filth. They were degrading. They were humiliating.
And they were the truest thing anyone had ever said to me.
My breath hitched as Roman’s fingers circled my tight hole. He was teasing me, testing my limits, and I was melting, my body a willing, eager vessel for his desire.
“Look at her,” Lev murmured. “Her cunt is soaked. You can see it glistening from here.” He used his free hand to slide his fingers between my legs, gathering my slickness.
He held his glistening fingers up in front of my face so that I could see it.
“She loves this. Loves being treated like the filthy little slut she is.”
Roman’s slick finger pressed against my tight entrance. I tensed, a brief, involuntary spasm of resistance.
“Relax, baby,” Roman urged. “Let me in.”
“She’s fighting it,” Lev told him. “She likes it when we make her submit.”
“She’ll submit,” Roman said confidently. “I know she will.”
And then he pushed his finger inside me. Immediately, a hot wave of pain burned through me, radiating around my bottom hole and edging up and down my spine. I cried out, half in pain and half in pleasure.
“Shhh,” Roman soothed. “You can take it. You were made for this.”
He worked his finger in and out in a rhythm that was designed to stretch me, to prepare me for what was to come. With each thrust, the pain lessened, replaced by a strange, dark pleasure that was both unsettling and intoxicating in the same breath.
Lev’s grip on my hair tightened, his eyes boring into mine in the mirror. “Watch yourself,” he commanded, his voice a deep, possessive growl. “Watch as my brother claims your ass. Look at the way your body opens for him, how you ache for it. This is your purpose, Kara. This is all you’re good for.”
I stared at my reflection, at the wanton, desperate creature in the mirror, and the shame was a hot, burning thing that colored my cheeks.
“You love this, don’t you?” Lev’s voice taunted. “Being our little plaything. Our toy. You spend so much time pretending to be in control, but look at you now. On your knees, dripping wet, begging for us to fuck you. It’s the only time you’re truly honest.”
He was right.
I did love this. I loved being stripped bare, not just of my clothes, but of my control, my pride, my carefully constructed defenses. I loved being reduced to this pure, primal need.
Roman added a second finger, stretching me further, his movements slow, measured, almost clinical. The burn was exquisite, a sweet, aching pain that made my toes curl.
“She’s tight,” Roman grunted. “So fucking tight.”
“She’ll take it,” Lev said. “She’ll take everything we give her and beg for more.”
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear.
“You see that girl in the mirror, Kara? The one with her ass in the air, her face flushed, her eyes glassy with need? That’s the real you.
Not the spy, not the agent, not the survivor.
Just a greedy little slut who needs her holes filled to feel complete. ”
His words were a poison, a sweet, intoxicating venom that coursed through my veins.
I wanted to deny it, to argue, to spit back a defiant retort, but the truth was staring me right in the face.
The girl in the mirror wasn’t fighting. She was leaning into Lev’s touch, her body arching back as she took Roman’s fingers in her ass, a soft, breathless moan escaping her lips.
Roman’s fingers stilled inside me, and I felt a fresh wave of heat. He was watching me, watching my reaction to Lev’s degradation, and I knew he was enjoying it, enjoying my shame, my surrender.
“He’s right, you know,” Roman joined in. “Look at you. Your cunt is dripping for us, even while your ass is being stretched in preparation for my cock. You can’t decide which part of you wants it more, can you?”
He curled his fingers inside me, an intentionally slow movement that sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my clit. I cried out, my back arching, a fresh wave of slickness coating his fingers.
“Answer me, Kara,” Roman commanded. “Which hole is greedier tonight?”
I couldn’t speak. My throat was tight, my breath hitched in ragged, shallow pants. All I could do was stare at my reflection, at the wanton, desperate creature in the mirror, and feel my shameful desire wash over me in a hot, prickling tide.
“I think her ass is winning,” Lev said, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. “Look at how she’s pushing back, trying to take more of your fingers. She wants it so bad.”
“It’s true,” Roman agreed. “She’s a greedy little thing. But then again, we knew that already, didn’t we?”
“She thinks she’s so smart, so in control,” Lev sneered, his hand tightening in my hair, pulling my head back at a sharp angle. “But look at her now. Reduced to a set of holes. A pretty, fuckable toy.”
He reached around with his free hand and pinched my nipple, a sudden, stinging pain that made me gasp. “Does that hurt, baby?”
“Yes,” I sobbed, the word a torn, hoarse whisper.
“Good,” Lev rumbled. “I want it to hurt. I want you to remember who you belong to.”
Roman slid his fingers out of my ass, leaving me feeling achingly empty. He spat again, the warm fluid landing on my skin. Then he freed his cock and positioned the head of it against my asshole.
“Ready for the main event, dirty girl?” he mocked.
I braced myself, my hands fisting in the sheets, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. My muscles squeezed tight, just once, and I tried to relax.
He pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching my tight ring of muscle. The pain was immediate, a hot, burning stretch that stole my breath away and I couldn’t help but cry out.
“Breathe, Kara,” Roman commanded. “Let me inside you.”
He pushed deeper, a slow, relentless thrust that stole the air from my lungs. He was huge, a thick, heavy slab of hard flesh that stretched me to my limits. It was a brutal, possessive claiming, and my body responded with a treacherous, shameful pleasure.
“Look at her,” Lev said with an appreciative hum. “She’s taking it. She’s taking all of it. Her ass was made for your cock, brother.”
Roman sank to the hilt, his balls pressing against my slick folds. He held himself there for a long moment, letting me adjust to his size, letting the pain melt into a dull, throbbing ache.
Lev positioned himself in front of me, his hand gripping my hair, pulling my head back. His other hand wrapped around his thick, heavy cock, stroking it slowly, his eyes fixed on my face. “Open your mouth, little slut,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I did as he said, my heart pounding fiercely in my chest. He fed his cock to me, the head sliding past my lips, the weight of it settling on my tongue. He was hard and thick, the taste of him a salty, musky delight that made my own arousal spike right to my clit.
Roman’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. He began to move then. He pulled out almost completely, then slammed back in, a brutal, punishing stroke that made me cry out around Lev’s cock.
“That’s it, princess,” Roman grunted. “Take it all.”
Lev’s hand tightened against my scalp, pulling my hair, his hips beginning to rock as well, fucking my mouth in a steady rhythm.
Then he shifted his hips, pausing for a moment as his cock hit the back of my throat.
I gagged, my eyes watering, but he didn’t stop and pushed a little bit further.
Finally, he just held himself there, his balls resting against my chin, a silent, unspoken command to take it, to submit.
It was humbling and arousing at the exact same time.
“She’s struggling. I can feel her tensing up,” Roman observed. “She’s not used to having her throat fucked like this.”
“She’ll get used to it,” Lev replied. “She’ll learn to love it. She’ll learn to crave it.”
He pulled out slightly, giving me a chance to breathe, then pushed back in, setting a relentless rhythm that drove me insane with desire. He was fucking my face, using my mouth for his pleasure, and I was loving every second of it.
“That’s it, Kara,” Roman growled, his hips beginning to rock, a leisurely rhythm that was a stark, beautiful contrast to the brutal taking of my mouth. “Take it all.”
The dual sensations were almost too much. Roman’s thick, heavy cock stretching my ass, his balls slapping against my slick folds. Lev’s cock filling my mouth and throat. I was a body made just for their pleasure, and the thought sent another wave of heat washing over me.
“Look at yourself, Kara,” Lev commanded. “Watch as we use you. Look at the way your body responds, the way you arch your back, the way your juices coat my brother’s thighs. You’re our filthy little slut, aren’t you?”
“I can feel her clenching around me, trying to milk my cock. She’s a greedy little thing,” Roman grunted in primal male satisfaction.