Selene
Santos stalks up the hallway, laughing as I punch his firm ass cheek.
"I can walk, you know?" I growl, but Darius snorts from close behind us.
"Not for long, you little hell cat. Just shut up and take it."
"Keep that kind of talk up, and I’ll come before we even get to where we're going," I coo, letting out a breathy moan as Santos' large hand cracks against my butt sharply.
"You don't know what you're in for by taunting us, you cheeky wench."
We enter a room and I'm thrown down on a bed, my body bouncing slightly from the impact. Santos yanks Zander’s shirt off me, and I move to sit up but he presses a hand against my shoulder, pinning me down as he pulls a knife from his pocket, his eyes twinkling with craziness and desire.
"Don’t fucking move," he warns before grabbing the material of the dress and slicing down the front of it with the blade, ripping it completely open to expose my bra and panties.
"Hey! That was fucking expensive!" I snap, but he raises an eyebrow, gliding the blunt end of the cool blade from my throat to my stomach.
"I'll get you a new one. I wasn't kidding when I said you don't get a say, this is our show, not yours," he states in a dark voice, my skin shivering as he slips the blade under the material of my panties, giving it a slight tug to tear it as well.
He doesn't give me time to argue before slamming his lips down on mine, tossing his blade aside to fist my hair tightly. I moan, arching my body up to try and grind against him, but he keeps his body away from my touch, proving he's in charge.
The sound of clothes dropping to the floor catches my attention, and I gasp as Santos slips his hand between my legs, slicking his fingers with my creamy juices before shoving two fingers inside me roughly without warning.
I groan loudly into his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders as if to push him away, but I dig my nails in to keep him close. A feral growl rips from him at my approval as he moves his face back to stare down at me, his fingers moving faster and deeper.
Fingers wrap around my wrists and pull my hands away from Santos, a deep chuckle coming from Darius as he pulls my arms back above my head. I glance up to see him butt naked, a thick rope clasped between his teeth.
For a moment I tense, not wanting to give them the ability to trap me, but I relax slightly as Santos runs his nose down my throat, nipping at my skin.
"We're going to fuck you so hard that the only words you'll be able to remember are our names. Heads up, you don't get a safe word," he murmurs against my soft skin, a breathy moan leaving me.
They are scrambling my fucking brain already. Allowing them to tie me up is a stupid move, but I am beyond caring at this point.
The rough rope wraps around my wrists, and Darius grins down at me once I'm secured to the headboard and I give it a test tug. It isn't going to come loose any time soon.
"You won't get out of that until I let you, but it's cute that you tried. Don't struggle, or you'll get some wicked rope burn," he warns, vanishing from my sight for a second, but I soon feel rope on my ankles as he ties my feet to the foot of the bed, spreading me out for their taking.
"Do you really believe I’ll run off in the middle of sex?" I scoff with amusement, but Darius just stands beside the bed, continuing to grin.
"Not sure yet, but I've tied you down for two reasons. Nothing gets my dick harder than seeing my ropes restraining someone, and Santos is likely to make you jump all over the place the moment his face is between your sinful legs."
I don’t have to wonder why for very long, because Santos scoots his body down the bed and nips my clit almost painfully, causing my hips to lift slightly from the bed as a shriek of surprise leaves me. He smirks up at me as I strain my neck to glare down at him, and his tongue darts out to lick right up my slit.
I drop my head back to the pillow with a groan.
"Selene, keep your fucking eyes on Santos, or you'll be punished," Darius threatens, and I do my best to keep my eyes on the wicked man between my legs as he licks and sucks at my pussy like a man starved.
My body's a shaking mess, and I drop my head back slightly without thinking, a sharp sting piercing my side.
I whip my head up to see Santos blade against my skin, a wicked glint in his eye as he digs the blade in slightly as I glare at him.
A drop of blood trickles down my skin, and he pulls back to watch it. His breath fans across my damp folds and I whimper at the loss of contact, but my pussy clenches as he leans over me, keeping his eyes on mine and he runs his tongue across the small amount of blood.
I pull against the ropes and growl, hating not having my hands free.
"Untie me so I can touch you," I demand, but he smirks, cocking his head to the side as he sits back.
"Why the fuck would I do that when I’m having so much fun watching you squirm?" He asks, but Darius blocks my sight from him as he sits his bare ass on my chest, fisting his hard length and running the tip across my lips.
"You talk too much. Open wide, Reaper," he orders, making me scowl for a moment at the use of my name before doing as he asks.
He's not gentle as his fingers tangle in my hair to tug me over his dick more, a groan leaving him as I take him deep, despite the awkward angle.
"That's better, choke on my dick," he mutters, lifting himself a fraction to force himself deeper.
I choke, a sadistic grin taking over his face as he pushes down my throat even more, forcing saliva to slip from my lips and down my chin. I've spent my life chasing down guys like this, letting them treat me like dirt until I get the last laugh, but something tells me these guys won't humiliate me. Hurt me, maybe, but not humiliate me.
"Fuck, you love choking on it, don’t you? Darius, she’s wet as fuck," Santos groans almost as if in pain, bending down to suck on my clit, going back to stroking his fingers in and out of my now drenched pussy.
He finds that magic spot inside me and sucks harder on my bundle of nerves, causing my body to lock up as my orgasm rips through me. I swear my eyes roll into my fucking head as he keeps the same pace.