by Dark Angel
This is a risky move. I need to get some goddamn control over myself before Trevor gets here. I told him I wanted his advice on the asset. He’s level headed almost to a fault. He’ll tell me what I'm supposed to hear.
I hear the door and know that Trevor is here. For a second I wonder if Sarah will leave her room and see Trevor. She won’t know he’s TD, though I know she must be curious. Still, I know that despite the arousal evident in her every breath—no matter how hard she tries to fight it, fuck I so get it because that’s my situation too—I don’t think that Sarah is going to leave her room. In fact, the idea that someone else is here may make her try to hide in the bathroom since I took the door off the hinges. I don’t want her to feel safe. The idea has been to terrify her. I didn’t think she’d be able to be aroused by me if she was terrified.
Fuck, though, I know the truth now is that she’s both.
Goddamn it.
“Trevor, thanks for coming,” I say in my calmest voice that I can muster.
Of course, the ever observant fuck that he is, Trevor’s eyes go wide and he laughs, coming toward me. I lead him back to the study.
Advice.
Don’t turn and take him to Sarah’s room. No matter how good it would be to spear her on our cocks and tug her tight little body between us.
Trevor
I've never seen Damien this fucked up over a girl before.
Come to think of it, I've never seen Damien this fucked up before at all. "Damn, I can't tell if you need to hit the scotch or if you need to stay away."
I saw those texts. I'm still shocked at how strongly I immediately reacted to those pictures. I see tons of pussy, so why does that bubblegum pink pussy still weigh heavy on my mind? I see plenty of pairs of tits, so how come all I care about are the two handfuls he shares with me?
Fuck, we're both hopelessly lost over this little girl. She's too goddamn sweet for words. I exhale and laugh. That's the only thing I can think to do. I pat Damien's back, a little too hard I realize as I'm so distracted. "You know, I don't think there's a better return on investment possible than with that sweet piece of ass," I say. I stop, ready to gauge Damien's reaction.
He's torn. I can tell he's conflicted from how he's breathing raggedly and not responding.
I continue. "Seriously, the buyers on the Virgin Market, they'd pay way fucking more money than you'd ever think possible on one night, but you know she's prime permanent, or permanent stock."
Damien's eyes light up.
Aha. I thought as much.
Damien is a nice fucking guy, I mean, as nice as anyone ruthless and rich as we fuckers are.
"Well," Damien starts. "You have more goddamn money than most everyone we know. As much as those Virgin Market buyers. You said you thought you wanted something permanent." Damien looks into the distance. He's got a faraway look and his volume gets lower, though I'm not sure he realizes it. "That's why I've given you such a heads up about her. Sarah is...special. I thought, only the best for Trevor Davries." Damien lets out a laugh, but he's too fucking distracted. Most people wouldn't hear it, but I completely here the nerves and tension shaking in his voice. It's just a millimeter of quivering in his voice, but my attention to goddamn detail is one of my finest qualities.
He can't let himself have this girl, Sarah. He wants me to buy her. Damien's not wrong. I've wanted to get someone more long term. I have wanted something as young, untouched, and flawless as this creature. Damien's a grown goddamn man and if he wants her, he should keep her. But he isn't. So I don't know what to fucking make of that. If I thought I could just ask Damien, then I would pounce right on this moment and get the words out of him. But this isn't a business deal. At least, this isn't a business deal yet. But Damien is a grown fucking man. If he wants it to be a business deal, well so goddamn be it.
Fuck, this is one of those goddamn moments where I'm supposed to know better than to act on what I see in front of me. I'm supposed to take the fact that I read all this conflict and tension on Damien and urge him to do the right fucking thing.
Well, too goddamn bad.
"You sell her on the Virgin Market for sure. She's worth every penny I will pay for her." I can't tell if now I want to drive in the knife or test the waters, but I know that I'm trying Damien and being my own shithead self right now. "But you know I am going to want more special privileges. You've given me the preview, but next up, I'll want a tasting."
Damien clenches his fist. Based on that faraway look, I'm certain that he has no idea that he's done it. Still, he doesn't say anything. Grown man. Dealing with his own shit. I'm not his goddamn father, certainly not his mother. I'm an opportunist and this is a prime fucking opportunity.
I'm not a total heartless monster. Okay, I am but I like sharing pussy and ass with Damien. "And you know, we always have a good time when we share," I say.
Damien's fist unclenches and he releases a breath, a fast exhale that startles him just a fraction. Shit only I see; shit Damien doesn't realize he's doing because that's how fucking twisted up over her that he is.
I am going to buy Sarah. I already fucking know this. I am glad because I guess some small drop of me knows that while the 'virgin' part of the Virgin Market is a honor system more than anything else, my dark little heart wants to be the one that buys a pussy and ass that have been thoroughly owned already.
Tasted. That's what we're going to do. My cock is rock fucking hard. My big fucking monster doesn't give a damn about the emotions or reading people. The honor of fucking a girl being sold as a virgin.
My cock says? She's being sold to me. She's mine. Sarah is going to get fucked by me—and poor fucking Damien torturing himself with keeping her—and I'm going to buy her.
That little voice I squash down whenever it deigns to return is trying to pipe up and say that shit can most certainly go wrong. I know some of why Damien has Sarah in the first place.
But, my cock and I? We don't give a shit.
I'm a fly headfirst, cock out, with bad decisions kind of fucker. Apologize never, blaze forward, get what I fucking want. This is no fucking different. I am going to own Sarah's naughty ass, her pretty little mouth, her sweet virgin pussy.
"Damien!" I practically shout.
He's finally got his shit together. A man hung up on a pussy feels a lot goddamn clearer headed when he gets to fuck said pussy.
"Good deal man," Damien says. "Let's grab some burgers, I want some greasy shit right now."
"Yeah," I say, nodding. Let's eat burgers now.
Later, I get to touch what Damien keeps showing me. But I'm not just showing up and fucking her in private.
Did I mention that I'm not just an asshole, but a perverted one.
"Let's tease all those assholes who aren't really getting a shot at Sarah. Organize a showing. We'll figure out some details over lunch."
Damien gets a wicked glint in his eye. Strung up and twisted in knots over pussy or not, Damien is still like a damn brother to me. He likes this idea. Good. My cock is already twitching in agreement.
Trevor
“TD is watching,” Damien informs Sarah.
The virgin is nude, and utterly magnificent. She’s splayed against a table and tied up in some fine shibari rope bondage.
Damien is a picture of restraint on the outside, but I know the truth. I know it as sure as I know that he can’t be blamed for that predicament. He’s got the most perfect pussy in front of me, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, at his absolute mercy, and he’s not fucking her. Sure, I told him to keep her a virgin so that she could be shared on the Virgin Market.
But Damien and I both have other things on our minds. I know he wants me to fucking buy her, and fuck this is the kind of sales pitch that sells that really fucking well.
Because if I'm going to buy her, I can fuck her. And Damien knows I like to share with him. This is so different. She could be mine forever. Ours forever. I ball up my fists and think about whether I can stand to share a perfect puss
y with Damien. Fuck, I certainly will. Sharing with Damien works because we have the same filthy desires and we don’t judge each other. We aren’t greedy…well we both are, but we’ve always been the brothers the other never had. Kinda fucking sweet, right? I mean what can be sweeter than two guys spreading a hot girl between them and fucking her deep enough to take her breath away?
I'm watching her now and I think, fuck, nothing could be fucking sweeter. Standing behind her and watching is fucking killing me, but I have to play along. I love that Sarah’s pussy is glistening wet and a shiver slides through her body at me—the unknown TD—seeing her be a perfect little slave for Damien. This is a moment to savor. I won’t rush in; I’ll savor this shit much as I can.
What a fucking shame that pussy is supposed to stay virginal. Damien’s losing his goddamn mind, not fucking her. I mean, I’m not supposed to think that. I'm called in to be the voice of reason; I do my best. But I gotta tell you the honest to my fucking cock truth. Sarah is far too fucking sexy and perfect for reputations or money to matter. That pussy needs to be owned. Needs to be fucked so good. If I were the kind of man to cry, I’d be weeping at the travesty of her pussy not getting fucked. There are two men ready to rail her to kingdom come, and yet we're doing this fucking dance around it.
So, yeah, no matter what the smart or stupid move is, the only move is for me to buy Sarah. Damien has already listed her for the Virgin Market, so he can’t buy her even though she is his utter obsession. So that leaves it up to me.
I’m a good goddamn friend, because even though that perfect pussy is dangling in front of me, I’m going to be a good bro and share.
Sarah is fucking turned on knowing I’m watching. I can’t wait to hear her moan when she knows that we’re going to both really, truly fuck that perfect pussy and that tight little bubble butt. Fuck, I could unload in my fucking suit right now without even touching myself. That’s how goddamn hot she looks on this table.
“I’m going to play with your pussy and you’re going to suck my cock. You are not to come,” Damien instructs her.
“Yes Sir,” Sarah answers obediently.
Fuck, that’s hot as hell. Sarah is afraid. Sarah is compliant. Sarah is fucking aroused. That heady goddamn mix on that tight fucking body has me reeling. I want to bust out of his room and bury my cock in her now.
But watching her writhe, unable to escape the torment of her pussy getting rubbed, being made to suck cock, and not getting to come? Well, I’ll be a good boy and watch a good girl serve her master.
If I were watching through double-sided glass I would be pressing my nose up against the window like a puppy that wants to be adopted. I’m watching through a camera so high def that I can see the droplets of sweat between Sarah’s perfect breasts, though, so this is much better. Still, I might start panting.
Damien slaps her thighs, both of them at once, maybe twenty five times. Sarah’s face is a beautiful display of torment, the pleasure and pain making her cry out sensual moans that are too fucking sexy and make me curse over here alone. The redness on her thighs is downright delectable.
But the grand goddamn prize is her pussy, swollen and dripping wet. Not fucking her is the hardest goddamn thing in the world, and I’m in another room. Damien may be twisted up in knots but that’s because he’s exercising an iron will.
We’ll be relieving Sarah of her virginity soon and then Damien’s iron will can be used to ram his rod up into her pussy. Right now, he’s got his cock out and he’s walking toward Sarah’s mouth.
Her fucking open mouth, and her pink, wet tongue visible and waiting. A sweet little virgin with no experience, but an eager slave ready to please, all the same. Goddamn she is perfect in every fucking way. A lesser man would get on his knees and beg to fuck her.
A richer man like me would just buy her.
A stupid man like I feel like right now wants to bust in there like an idiot and lick her pussy so softly she begs for more. Then I finally give in and fuck her so hard she screams.
Just a few thoughts I have watching her.
When Damien’s cock enters her mouth, she licks the head and then sucks. He pumps into her mouth. She is the picture of goddamn sweet, wholesome cock sucking.
Damien’s lucky fucking fingers play with her perfect pussy. He tantalizingly slow glides his fingers through her slippery folds. Takes a taste for himself. That’s the nectar of the goddamn gods. The true wine of sin on his fingers. I can’t wait to taste her fucking pussy when I own it. When his fingers return, he rubs near and around her clit, but not there yet. In the restraints of the ropes, she can’t actually make any real progress with her squirming. But what’s Sarah to do when her pussy is getting rubbed and her mouth is getting fucked? He goes deeper into her mouth and finally circles her clit, rubbing it fast enough to make her shiny pussy weep with arousal. She’s moaning against his cock. It's so goddamn erotic that I can’t help but say 'fuck' aloud to no one but myself.
But she doesn’t goddamn come. I see her thighs tense, her ass squeeze up and lift her a millimeter off the table. Her pussy is so wet, gushing arousal. But she’s not allowed to come, and she fucking doesn’t. She keeps sucking his cock.
But Damien is not going to go easy on her. I know what comes next. Well, after he comes in her mouth he’s going to force her to come even though she’s trying so hard not to. We’re real fucking assholes like that. But that disobedience is going to yield something even greater—an opportunity.
Damien starts to fuck deep into her throat and I know he’s unloading cum into her mouth. That’s when he keeps working her clit with his thumb and he slides his other fingers into her tight pussy. She vise grips his fingers and she’s shattered with him pumping. Tears streak down her cheeks. Her stifled moans with cock in her mouth are begs. She wants to be good.
She may or may not realize this was a trap. It doesn’t fucking matter, because tied up like she is, no matter what, she’s there for the fucking ride, every hopeful pun intended.
At least he gets to fuck her with his fingers, but Damien not fucking Sarah is practically the most fucking astounding thing I’ve ever seen. Sarah falls apart and comes with the sweetest surrender ever to exist. Her breasts are covered in a sheen of glistening sweat. Her incomplete writhing in the rope is the most erotic struggle I've ever witnessed.
It would be so easy to fuck her. She’s all tied up, horny, and she wants it so goddamn bad. But this was intended to be the first taste of putting Sarah on display. The angst inside Damien is keeping that old iron will of his strong, and he’s not fucking Sarah despite that being the only possible thought going through his mind.
Damien pulls his cock from her mouth and stands in front of her, eyeing her with his most vicious, dangerous look. It's half part of the game, half the trouble of resisting her perfect pussy.
I expect more fat tears to roll down her cheeks. I expect fear.
“You may speak, pet, and explain yourself,” Damien says. His voice is a low roar and Sarah’s body trembles in time with the sound.
Her soft pink lips open up. There’s a little bit of cum on her mouth because she wasn’t in control of how it was blasted down her throat and her hands are free to wipe it. She looks so fucking sexy right now. “Sir, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to come. Please, please lick my cum off my pussy. Punish me. Please Sir.”
Well holy fucking hell.
I didn’t see that one coming. If her body is pure sinful delight, then her wicked mind is some kind of filthy ascension I never knew about. What lives in that sweet virgin’s mind, waiting to be unlocked? The absolute depravity my ass hopes for, well, one can only hope. But those words are so damn hot I'm biting my fist just watching and hearing them.
“You disappointed TD,” Damien teases.
Yeah fucking right.
“You were supposed to be a good slave, and you fucking came when you were not allowed to have an orgasm. You want my tongue?” Damien keeps chastising her.
The only thing tha
t keeps me from being a big fucking dumbass and barreling in there to tell her what a perfect good girl she is? I love watching this wicked fucking game as much as Damien loves to play it.
“I’ll lick that perfect pussy,” Damien says.
But he’s not relenting. The relief on Sarah’s face tells me that she’s so innocent and doesn’t realize this.
“I’ll lick your pussy after I spank it for being so naughty,” Damien says, finishing the admonishment with the punishment.
“Please, Sir, please spank my naughty pussy,” Sarah moans. Her hips try to roll, but of course she can’t in the bondage.
Holy fucking hell.
Fuck.
I'm going to fucking sticky up my suit with the cum I could shoot out right now at her reaction.
She’s goddamn begging for it. She loves the pleasure as much as she loves the pain. And though she’s trembling with every word because she’s got fear and shame at play, her body’s needs are more connected to her mouth than her mind’s fears.
Oh, Damien and I? We’re going to fuck those fears away. It'll be really goddamn liberating for her to feel two cocks deep within her and know that’s exactly where she fucking belongs. Goddamn, never again will she need to feel fear or shame, I start promising myself.
Fuck no. Not for what she wants. A dirty mind like hers, a sexy body like hers, fuck that belongs impaled on two cocks. We are going to own her in every way possible. And Sarah? Oh fuck she is going to goddamn love it.
Damien is going to spank her like she asked. A wicked grin spreads over his face. His hand raises up and hovers over her pussy, but he lowers it and simply touches her pussy.
A long moan is her trembling release at how much she needs the touch.
Damien lifts and brings the hand down on her pussy, stroking it. The wet sound in the air and her struggling, trembling body is like a fucking drug to my system. My heart is beating so goddamn fast that I think I might die before I ever get to fuck Sarah’s sweet pussy.
“TD is going to want you to take several spankings before I lick your pussy,” Damien says.
