Chapter 21
“Bravo, dear brother, bravo,” he says, clapping his hands obnoxiously and walking right up to where I am lying still, prone and unmoving. I don’t move or break character, out of the corner of my eyes I see Angus turn angrily to speak to his brother.
“What are you doing here?” I hear anger dripping from his words.
“I have come to make use of that face of makeup you so lovingly applied dear little brother.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I want to make her eyes stream with it. It’s ok, she can still be your rag doll whilst I do it if that’s what you’re worried about,” he scoffs.
“It’s still my time with her,” replies Angus petulantly.
“Yes, and I bet I know exactly what you were going to do. You were about to lick your come as it leaked out of her, am I wrong?”
“I was going to do that,” Angus relents through gritted teeth.
“See, I know you just as well as you know yourself. I propose you pose your little ragdoll on her hands and knees so I can fuck her little doll mouth as you suck her dirty little cunt.”
Angus looks thoughtful for a while and then simply nods, the fight gone out of him. I can’t see Jacob’s face but I have no doubt he is happy to be getting his way.
Angus reaches for my hips and lifts them into the air, spinning me a full 180 degrees.
My arms and legs go flying and it takes every ounce of self-control to not move or lift them to a more comfortable position as I lay face down on the bed.
Moving quickly, Angus untangles my limbs, first he lifts my chest and positions my arms straight underneath my shoulders supporting my top half on the bed.
I can see hands removing the pillow in front of me, yet I don’t move my head but feel the bed dip as Jacob’s naked thighs and cock come into my view.
Behind me Angus lifts my hips and positions my knees beneath my hips so I’m on all fours, open for him.
In a split second one brother’s lips are on my pussy lips and the other brother’s cock is nudging at my mouth. “Open wide little ragdoll, suck my cock and drink from my balls.”
Despite myself, my clit sparks and I hate my body for it.
It’s one thing to be turned on by a kind man and his doll kink, it’s another to be turned on by an obnoxious sadist who is exploiting the opportunity.
Nevertheless, they are paying me to submit to their every whim and desire so I allow entry into my mouth, not that he was waiting for my permission as he forcefully feeds his cock into the back of my mouth.
“Dolls don’t bite Whore—you remember that in your numb doll head won’t you?
” he says as he cackles to himself before pushing so deep I immediately choke.
“Take what Master gives you now as Angus dutifully sucks all the come out of your cunt. I know you came; I was watching you. You enjoyed being painted and played with like a free use whore. That’s why I chose you and that’s what we are paying you for, so suck my cock bitch. ”
He grips my head and shoves himself so deep I think I’m going to vomit. I can’t focus on the delicious laps of my pussy behind me because I’m trying to breathe through my nose as my entire mouth is filled with Jacob’s cock fucking my throat.
Jacob fucks my face with abandon. My eyes stream with mascara, snot builds up and starts to leak from my nose as saliva runs down my chin.
I hold myself up and my mouth open and that is all I can do as I take his cock further and further down my throat.
He fucks my mouth unrelenting, harder and faster as I struggle to pull in breath through my nose.
And then it happens, Angus rubs two fingers inside of me, and I know it’s to take more come but I suspect it’s also to make me feel good and feel good it does.
The lack of air, the rubbing of my g-spot and the depravity of this situation uncoils an orgasm that rips through me and shudders from my pussy to my mouth.
I gurgle my orgasm against Jacob’s cock as he thrusts into my tonsils and my throat contracts around him, triggering jets of hot come to slide down the back of my throat, choking me.
I begin to splutter and shake, fear that I’m going to drown from his come overtaking my senses.
Jacob, sensing danger for his manhood, withdraws quickly.
“Don’t you dare waste a single drop of my come, Whore. If you puke right now, I will make you lick it all back up again,” he snarls the hostile warning.
Bile rises along with his come as it begins to come back up into my mouth but fear of his promise makes me force it back down again.
Quivering on my hands and knees, my whole body shakes from near choking as I swallow and suck down lungfuls of air.
I don’t know what my face looks like, but I’ve no doubt it’s a total mess.
“You can have your whore of a ragdoll back now Angus, the state of her disgusts me.” He spits in my hair but I don’t break my role for Angus. I just look straight ahead at the wall.
In a move by someone who must practice martial arts or something, Angus flips me onto my back again, positioning the pillow under my head as he examines my face.
“That fucker,” he growls as he positions my limbs before climbing off and coming back with a wipe. Slowly, he gently wipes away the saliva from my chin, across my tear-streaked eyes and cheeks and then goes about wiping the makeup off, inch by gentle inch across my face.
I am awash with emotions. I adore Angus for taking such good care of me. I am hot with fury at the way Jacob treats me. How can they be from the same family? Which one is more like their father? What is their father going to be like?
Pulling me back up into a sitting position, Angus unties the ribbons at my back and lets the corset fall.
He pulls up the dress and unbuckles the bra beneath me.
He then leads me to the bathroom where I stand rigid under the shower as he gently washes my body with body wash, rubbing it gently into my skin.
He washes between my pussy lips and backside.
He lovingly circles my breasts and neck and lathers my hair with shampoo and conditioner.
Completely unmoving, he ushers me out of the shower, circles a soft towel around my body and rubs me dry.
I’m a statue and all I want to do is watch and speak to Angus.
My least favourite part of this kink is not reciprocating. It’s hurting my soul.
Angus places me back on the bed and pulls his black t-shirt over my head.
It’s a soft, expensive cotton that drowns me but smells of him and I try to surreptitiously inhale more of that scent as he dries off his beautiful physique and pulls on his boxers and track pants.
Leaving me sitting still as a doll, he leaves the room and fetches us some dinner.
Much to my delight, he utters the words I’ve been waiting for, “You can move again now, Roxy.”
I take in a breath of relief, moving my head finally to look back at him and smile. “Thank you for washing me so well,” I say.
He blushes and replies, “It’s the least I could do for everything you have done for me today.”
“I’ll do whatever you want me to do whilst I’m here you know, Angus.”
Blushing a deep shade of red to match his hair he replies, “I hope you mean that, because I have one more fantasy I’d like to live out on your body.”
Before I can ask what it might be, he lifts the lid off a plate of food and the yummy smell of salmon and vegetables hits my nose.
We eat in companionable silence again, our food on our laps and our cutlery scraping against the plates the only noise in the room.
I want to ask him about himself or his brother or their family but I’m not being paid to probe.
I just wait in silence until we are finished, and he hands me a can of soda.
“You are going to need your rest for tomorrow so I’m going to leave you alone soon.”
“What are your plans for tomorrow?”
“Well,” he begins, “they’re not all my plans. But my father will be home and besides my unusual kinks, he has his own along with my brother. It’s up to whoever catches you tomorrow as to whose turn it is tomorrow morning.”
“Catches me?” I ask, a little startled.
“I’m not allowed to tell you; Jacob will be watching me.”
“Oh ok. No problem. I promise to get some sleep.”
“Good, you’ll need it.”
Once we’ve finished our drinks, Angus tells me there are bottles of water by the sink along with a toothbrush and a hairbrush.
Leaning in, he kisses me gently on the mouth and for a moment, I’m taken back to the kiss he gave me when I was strapped down blindfolded and unhearing.
I lean into him, wishing he could stay here with me. I say as much, “I wish you could stay.”
He looks startled at my honesty and then a wide beautiful smile crosses his unique face and eyes. Grinning, he replies, “How about I stay until you fall asleep?”
“Really?” I reply, not containing my joy at his answer.
“Really. It would be my pleasure.”
Relief washes over me. Angus makes me feel safe in a place that doesn’t feel very safe.
I know I’d struggle to close off my mind with the clashing thoughts that I’ve made a mistake in more ways than one by coming here.
Angus, with his quirks, is the calm to my raging storm.
I hop into action, brushing my teeth, using the bathroom and climbing back into the bed.
Angus lets me lie over his chest and snuggle into him as I try my hardest to relax.
He doesn’t talk or touch other than making small soothing circles with his finger on my arm as I pray that sleep claims me.
He’s the last thing I feel before slumber finally takes me under.