Page 14 of Hard Ruck
“You made me angry,” Grey Eyes said. The first time he’d spoken since they took me. “I told you, you belong to me. You dared to go out with another man.”
I lifted my chin in defiance. Every bit their bad girl. “You knew about it.”
He pressed the knife to my neck, just enough to draw a drop of blood. “Knowing about it doesn’t make me less pissed off. Did you fuck him?”
I didn’t answer.
He pressed the knife in slightly deeper, the edge of pain making my pussy throb again.
“Did. You. Fuck. Him?”
“Not yet,” I said, breathless with the sudden increase in need.
Blood trickled down my neck. A normal person would have been scared, but I wanted more.
He switched to another spot on my neck and pressed down again. “You’re going to.”
“I want to,” I said.
More blood trickled. With each nick, my clit throbbed harder. Aching for my own release.
“Be careful,” Green Eyes said. “You might?—”
“I know what I’m doing,” Grey Eyes snapped. To prove a point, he pressed in again.
I moaned softly. Everything about this was arousing as hell. I had no control, but I had all of the control. The perfect balance of give and take. I was sticky with my own blood and their cum.
Ineededmore. Much more.
Grey Eyes leaned in, until we were almost nose to nose. The fabric of his mask brushed my cheek. “Who owns you?”
I knew the answer he wanted, but I responded with, “I own myself.”
He moved the knife to another spot and sliced in lightly. “Who. Owns. You?”
I quivered with need. If he kept doing that, I’d come without anyone touching my pussy. “I own myself.”
He growled, tossed the knife aside and rolled me over onto my stomach. He slapped his hand down on my ass hard enough to make me cry out. Again and again until my cheeks must have been flaming red.
I lost count of how many times he slapped me before he forced my legs open and dove down between them with his face. He rubbed his mask against my pussy. Against my clit. The friction from the fabric and his face behind it made me buck against him, grinding until I was on the verge of orgasm.
At the last moment, he pulled away, flipped me over and thrust a couple of fingers deep into my pussy. He curled his fingers inside me, almost clawing at me while the heel of his hand rubbed over my clit, rough skin scraping against the sensitivity.
Hazel Eyes grabbed the front of my blouse and tore it open, making buttons fly. He yanked the top of my bra down and bit his teeth into my nipple. The fabric of his mask doing nothing to blunt his teeth.
I arched my back and screamed in pain. It felt incredible. He must have seen that on my face, because he bit the other one. I screamed again, but then I was coming, crying out with a combination of bliss and pain.
I ground myself against the black mask, drawing out my orgasm for at least a minute. Everything disappeared but pleasure and rough hands and mouths.
I’d only begun to come down when Hazel Eyes was shoving Grey’s hand out of the way and turning me toward him. He lifted my hips and rammed inside me.
I cried out. I was already sore, but I didn’t try to pull away this time. He needed this and so did I.
“He’s insatiable,” Green Eyes said in awe. He pulled a key from the top of the headboard and unlocked the handcuffs, finally freeing my chafed wrists.
Grey Eyes grunted his agreement. Then he was grabbing Green Eyes’ hand and pulling it down to his own cock, sticky with my release and his.
After a second of hesitation, Green Eyes wrapped his hand around it and started to pump.
