by Madison Faye
“We’ll be waiting,” Ash said in what was apparently his persistently gruff voice.
I nodded, glancing furtively at them over one bare shoulder as they left the bathroom, leaving the door open. I cranked the hot water on, my pulse racing at being so naked and vulnerable in here, with two men like that standing right outside the open bathroom door. And, again, those warring feeling came rushing up inside — the part of me that felt drawn to them as the gorgeous, powerful and dominant men they were. And then the other part of me.
The part of me that was their prisoner.
I reached to turn the water down, when my eyes landed on the safety razor from the night before.
I froze, glancing quickly at the open door behind me. They thought I was in here bathing. And a naked, scared woman was hardly a threat, especially with two of them.
It meant their guard would be down.
It meant this was my one shot.
I didn’t think through what I had to do next. I couldn’t. I had to concentrate on the immediate step, which was getting out of this room and away from them. From there, maybe I could run for it, or find a phone and call the cops, or something.
But it all hinged on me making this one big step.
I snatched up the razor, fingers picking at the plastic safeties and pulling it apart to get at the flimsy blade inside.
And then I had it.
Heart pounding, I snatched a towel, wrapping it around myself and holding the little blade between my fingers. This was my chance.
They glanced up as I stepped from the bathroom.
“I, uh, I need a hair tie,” I said lamely, quickly stepping past them to the bed, as if I’d left it there.
“You weren’t wearing one.”
Ash’s voice chilled me to a stop, right next to the bed and five steps from the door. I could feel my pulse pound, my fingers clutching the blade.
“What?” my voice shook.
“You weren’t wearing a hair tie when you came here,” he said again, his voice getting closer as I felt him step closer behind me. “Now get into that tub, and—”
I yelled as I turned, slashing at him with the blade. He roared, jumping away from me, and I made a break for it.
I only made it two steps before I screamed as hands caught me. I gasped as the two of them spun me around and slammed me up against the wall, one on each arm and both sets of eyes burning right into me.
“That was not smart,” Ash growled, glancing down at the tiny nick I’d made in his shirt and the few drops of blood staining around it.
“Neither was trying to keep me here like an animal!” I screamed back.
“You’re here, because it’s safe here!” Erik roared back, his hand tightening on my arm.
I was panting, my chest rising and falling as the two of them held me fast against the wall. I could feel the heat exploding between us. My head spun and my pulse pounded at how wrong a reaction this was. I should’ve still been fighting. I should have been kicking at them, and screaming and clawing to get away.
Not panting with lust for them. Not feeling my body react to their presence — my pulse quickening, and my body arching up from the wall towards them. I could feel my nipples getting harder, poking at the towel, and my pussy throbbing with heat between my legs.
My eyes darted between Ash’s and Erik’s, standing on either side of me. I’d lose myself in Erik’s ice blue ones — both his hands gripping my arm tight against the wall. And then I’d look at Ash, and those brooding dark eyes would draw me in.
Something in my brain clicked, and I made one more effort to shove away from them.
And my towel fell away.
Time stopped, the room totally silent except the sound of my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
My breath caught, my eyes darted between the two men now pressed right against my naked body, holding me firmly to the wall.
My eyes moved to Erik’s and suddenly, I was lost.
I moaned as he hungrily pressed his lips to mine, demanding the kiss and growling into my mouth. I whimpered as his hand dropped to my hip, holding me tight as he pressed himself against me. I strained against him, fighting it but also wanting it so badly it hurt. I wanted both of them so badly in that moment, like some sort of crazy perfect storm of hormones and pent up frustration. The ordeal of being taken and sold, all came rushing out in this insane way.
An insane way I couldn’t say no to.
Hands pulled me away from Erik, and suddenly, it was Ash who was searing his lips to mine, and claiming my mouth. His hands grabbed my waist, fingers tracing over my skin as he devoured my moans.
I moved back to Erik, melting into that kiss and falling as I felt Ash’s lips on my neck, both of their hands moving over my body.
And I fell hard.
They pulled away, eyes wild as they wordlessly stripped their clothes off, tearing away shirts and pants. I gasped as they dropped their boxers, my eyes going wide at the two enormous cocks pulsing hard between their legs. God, they were built like Greek gods — all rippling muscles, grooved abs, and those mouth-watering cocks. Tattoos I’d never have imagined on men as well-dressed and cultured as them swirled over their chests and arms. And I was still taking them all in, and feeling my body react to the two perfect men in front of me, as they suddenly grabbed me again, wrapping their arms around me and devouring my skin.
Erik lifted me, my legs going around his waist, a gasp on my lips as he pulled me up and moved us from the wall. By the bed, I could feel Ash move up behind me, his hands grabbing at my ass as his mouth found my neck again. Erik’s pulsing rod brushed my thigh, and Ash’s enormous dick pressed hot against my ass. My nipples grazed across Erik’s chest as Ash’s hands skimmed over my side.
I yelped as they suddenly tossed me onto the bed, and moved onto it with me. I whimpered as they moved me onto my hands and knees in the center of the bed, their hands firm.
“What— what are you doing?” I gasped.
“Teaching you a lesson,” Ash said darkly, moving behind me.
I was opening my mouth again when his palm came down with a sharp smack on my ass, stinging my skin.
Oh, fuck.
And just like before, I felt it. Just like before, as much as I wanted to hate it, or rage against it, I found that I couldn’t. Because I didn’t hate it at all.
I loved it.
I loved the feel of his hand spanking my ass firmly. I loved the heat that spread out across my skin, and the way it made my breath catch. But most importantly, I loved the way it made me feel under his control. I loved the way it made me feel so dirty, and naughty, and so fucking sexy all at the same time.
I panted as his hand came down again, stinging my skin as I gasped, my fingers clawing at the sheets.
Erik moved to stand at the edge of the bed, right in front of my face. I gasped as I felt his fingers slide into my hair, wrapping it in his fist and suddenly pulling it tight. I moaned as he pulled me up, forcing me to look up at him. I just knew my cheeks were bright red from the raw heat coursing through me.
“Count for me,” he growled. “Count them as he spanks your naughty ass, you bad girl.”
I whimpered, finding my voice as Ash’s hand slapped my ass again. “One!” I panted out, fingers tightening and my pussy practically dripping my desire down my leg.
“Two!” I moaned, my breath catching again as Erik pulled my hair tight.
My eyes dropped down his gorgeous body to the absolutely mouthwateringly perfect cock pulsing right in front of my face. He was rock hard, the thick shaft bobbing in the air inches from my lips as he gripped my hair tight.
I wanted to taste him.
It was so filthy, and so fucking wrong to think it, given my circumstances of being their captive, but I couldn’t ignore it. It was like this base need — this little thought I couldn’t ignore as I knelt there panting and licking my lips
“Five!” I rasped out, my eyes closing as Ash’s palm stung my ass. This time though, his han
d lingered, rubbing over my sore skin, as if soothing me. He pulled back and brought his hand down again, gentler this time, and this time, he lingered longer. I could hear him groan, and suddenly my eyes went wide as I felt his hand slide over the curve of my ass and move right between my legs.
I gasped out loud as he palmed my pussy, and I knew he could feel how fucking hot and how damn wet I was against his palm.
He chuckled darkly. “You dirty fucking girl.”
My body pulsed at his words.
“You’re dripping wet from this.”
“N-no,” I whispered, panting as his hand rubbed my slit.
“I think that’s a lie.”
His fingers slipped over my lips, finding my hard little clit and giving it a slow roll with his fingertips.
I moaned — loudly.
Erik’s hand tightened in my hair, and my eyes opened to see his other hand closing around his cock. He started to stroke, and I realized my mouth was opening as I panted. He tugged at my hair, and I glanced up, suddenly losing myself in those eyes.
“Open your mouth, pet,” he husked, his eyes blazing fire and his jaw tight.
Oh fuck.
I moaned, my eyes dropping back to his enormous cock, his hand slowly pumping it. A drop of precum beaded at the top, leaking down over this pulsing head.
And I opened my mouth.
The head grazed my lips, and I whimpered. My tongue darted out to swirl over the tip, catching that drop I’d seen and tasting him as he started to slide deeper. I moaned lowly as his thick shaft parted my mouth, stretching my lips as he slowly filled my mouth.
He pushed deeper, the hand in my hair demanding more from me and sending my head reeling in a way I’d never felt before. I sputtered slightly on him before I relaxed my jaw and swallowed more of him.
Erik groaned, throwing his head back as I slurped on is big dick. He pulled back, and then slid back in, still holding my hair as he started to fuck my mouth.
Ash’s hands moved away from my pussy, and I suddenly moaned as I felt hot breath across my ass. His lips lingered over the places he’d spanked, soothing my skin with kisses before moving down between my legs.
I moaned around Erik’s cock as I felt Ash’s tongue push deep into my pussy. Hands gripped my ass, spreading me wide and pulling me back against him. His tongue curled over my clit, making me moan again as he pushed me higher and higher while I slurped loudly and wetly on Erik’s cock like a dirty little slut.
Ash pulled away, leaving me gasping and wanting more, before I suddenly groaned, feeling him kneel behind me. His thick cock draped across my ass, nestling between my cheeks.
“You want this,” he growled. It wasn’t a question, more a statement.
Erik pulled me away from him, and I gasped, but I said nothing.
“Don’t you,” Ash whispered darkly, pushing his thick shaft up and down the crack of my ass before pulling back and letting the head graze over my pussy.
I gasped, panting. “No.”
“I think you’re lying to me again, pet.”
He teased my pussy again with the thick head of his cock, letting it slip over my clit and making me cry out.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Please,” I whimpered, begging him.
I’d never begged a man like this. Not ever. And here I was starting with two of the men who’d captured me.
“Louder, pet.”
“I WANT it!” I gasped, begging.
Begging him for his cock.
“Good girl.”
He’d barely whispered the words before I suddenly felt him slip the head inside of me. I cried out, the breath catching in my throat as he slowly drove every single thick inch of his enormous cock deep inside my tight, dripping wet pussy. My eyes went wide as he moved deeper than anything I’d ever felt, filling me entirely.
And then he was buried to the hilt, and my whole body quivered.
Ash’s powerful hands grabbed my hips, fingers digging into my skin as he pulled out and then immediately drove back in. I moaned like a woman possessed as Erik wrapped my hair back around his fist and pulled me back to his cock. I opened my mouth, gasping as he pushed his thick shaft over my tongue, grunting as he hit the back of my throat.
They started to move me like that, Erik’s hands in my hair and Ash grabbing my hips as they rocked me back and forth. I’d sink back onto Ash, feeling Erik slip from my mouth, before he’d pull me back on as Ash withdrew.
I moaned as they took me hard from both ends, harder than I’d ever had it. My mind spun, and my body melted for them as their groans, their hands, their cocks, and their touch pulled me deeper and deeper into pleasure. This was tapping a dark fantasy I’d never even admitted to myself. I wasn’t just having sex, I as being taken, hard — something I’d never experienced before. Moreover, this was happening with two rough, hardened men — a filthy, wicked fantasy I’d barely acknowledged inside my own head.
I could feel my body writhing and tensing, building higher and higher towards that release as my two captors pumped me full of their thick cocks again and again. Behind me, Ash growled, his hands grabbing my ass tightly as he fucked me deeply, his balls slapping my clit on every deep thrust. Erik groaned, pulling my hair just tight enough to make me gasp at the thrill of it as he pumped his cock deep into the back of my throat again and again, growling every time I swirled my hungry tongue over his head.
They pumped me back and forth, gripping me tighter, moving me faster, and harder, and deeper, until my world started to blur at the corners. Ash’s hand came down with a sharp crack on my ass, and just like that, I exploded.
I screamed around Erik’s cock. I knew this was so wrong, with them being my captors. And I knew this was so filthy, being used like this by two hardened, rough men.
But none of those things could stop the climax that shattered through me.
Erik groaned as my lips sealed around his shaft, and I moaned deeply as I felt his cock pulse in my mouth. Suddenly, he grunted, and I hungrily began to swallow the thick load of cum he pumped into my hungry mouth.
Behind me, Ash gripped my ass hard in his hands as he buried every inch of his big cock in my tight little pussy and just erupted. Jet after jet of his hot cum filled me to the brim as he continued to rock his cock in and out of me, sending me into aftershocks as my body trembled and shook between them.
Slowly, we came to a stop, and the two of them pulled back from me.
I whimpered, collapsing onto the sheets as the rush of what had just happened shuddered through me. I panted, my eyes shut and my breath coming heavy as the warmth of the most mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever had glowed through me.
“Did we learn a lesson today, Ms. Thorne?”
I swallowed as I glanced up from the bed to see the two of them slipping pants back on, both of them grinning at me wickedly.
I nodded, still panting. “Yes,” I whispered.
“Yes?”
I bit my lip, unable to look away from them. “Yes, sirs.”
“Good girl.”
Heat pulsed through me when Ash said that. He shrugged his shirt back on, before stepping towards me, and before I knew it, he was leaning over me to slide his fingers over my tender pussy. He rolled them over my clit, making me gasp and igniting that fire inside of me, before he pulled back with a dark smile.
“Good girl,” he whispered again. The two of them let their eyes burn into me once more, before they opened the door.
And then they were gone.
I sank back into the sheets, my mind whirling and my thoughts spinning at a million miles an hour.
What on earth was happening to me?
11
Erik
“The fuck was that?”
I let my breath out in a stream as I leaned over the stainless-steel sink in the kitchen. I heard the fridge open and close behind me, and then felt Ash tap me with something cold. I turned, nodding somberly as I took the beer from his hand, popping the cap on the edge of the
counter before bringing it to my lips.
Shit.
“We crossed the line.”
Ash’s mouth tightened as he brought his beer to his lips. “She felt it as much as we did, man. She was on edge as much as we were back there.”
“We shouldn’t have.”
“Maybe.” Ash swore. “Fuck, I don’t know.”
“This is off the plan.”
“This has been off fucking plan since she walked into that club,” Ash hissed, glaring at me. “And you know that as much as me.”
The plan. The goal. The target of this whole thing.
The Cunninghams, and the shit they’d brought with them. The plan here was to get close, get them sloppy, and get them to slip up, so we could strike. The plan was to break Ryan, his father, and their cronies apart piece by piece, and bury them beneath the ground for what they did.
For what they’d done.
To Amy.
That was the goal, and Mia Thorne stepping into that club had thrown the biggest monkey wrench in the fucking world into the mix. Because one look at her, and each of us knew we were undone. One look at that angel, and I knew all three of us were fucked.
Today had been a breaking point. Today had been a test we’d both failed. We were better than this, stronger than this. Men like Ash and I, and Oliver for that matter, had spent most of our lives honing ourselves into machine-like control. We’d come up in chaos, having to fight for what we needed, and after spending the life we’d spent clawing our way to where we were, control was something that came as easy as breathing.
Mia made it impossible to breathe.
She made it impossible for me, or Ash, or Oliver, to have one fucking ounce of control. And that’s what had happened today. We’d walked in there thinking we could keep ourselves in check.
We’d been wrong.
Way fucking wrong.
I could still taste her lips on mine, could still feel the way her mouth had felt inhaling my cock and swallowing my cum. I could still feel her smooth skin under my hands, and her scent still clung to me.
