Asch’s hands move so he’s the one holding me by the hair, and he twists so it’s hard for me to move my head. “Stay still, Pandora. This doesn’t need to be so bad. We just want a taste.” He pauses, then there’s another one of those harsh laughs. “Or I guess we want you to get a taste.”
My heart pounds hard in my chest, and I bare my teeth at them. “What happened to being a gentleman? You’re a pig.”
Blaze laughs while Asch digs his fingers into thesides of my cheeks to force my mouth open. I strain away from Blaze as he undoes his fly, but Asch has a tight grip on me.
Blaze’s cock is thick and already half-hard. Blaze strokes himself a few times to bring himself to full erection, the head of his cock glistening and red.
“Stop,” I say furiously, just to see if they will. With Asch keeping my mouth open, it comes out garbled and pathetic.
Blaze laughs again. “Stop,” he mocks.
“Shh,” Asch chides me. “It’ll be good.” He threads his fingers through my hair again. Even though his touch is gentle as he guides my head toward Blaze’s cock, it’s firm, too. “Both of you, play nice.”
He doesn’t know that thisisme playing nice.
“Open wide, sweetheart,” Blaze says, grabbing my chin and rubbing his cock against my lips.
I loosen my jaw and throat. I wait until he has the tip of his cock inside before I close my mouth enough to let my teeth scrape against the sensitive skin.
Blaze hisses. “Watch it, Pandora! Keep those teeth out of the way or I’ll have Asch knock them out.”
I’d answer, but I kind of have my mouth full.
“It would be such a shame,” Asch murmurs. “You have a beautiful smile, Pandora.”
I make a noise that could be acquiescing. Or maybe it resembles panic? Either way, Blaze gets his cock as far into my mouth as he can, Asch holding my head in place so I can’t escape. I breathe as best I can, but I can already feel saliva sliding out the sides of my mouth.
“Fuck, her mouth is so hot,” Blaze murmurs as he begins thrusting. “She’s definitely made for this.”
I do my best to not suck or lick, and let Blaze have complete control of this. My cunt throbs, and I start sliding my hand toward it before I remember I’m pretending to be mad. I clench my fists and squeeze my eyes shut.
I’ve alwaysliked violence.
It’s the hint of pain that only makes the pleasure sweeter. The sensation of falling and pure, unadulteratedfreedom.
The loss of control.
I don’t have memories of it, but Papa has told me about how he violently murdered the people who kidnapped me when I was a baby. How he eviscerated somebody for threatening me.
If those were the first things I experienced at barely a month old, is it a wonder that I’m fascinated by blood and violence?
“There you go,” Asch murmurs. He drops down to his knees next to me, then pets my hair. “This isn’t so bad, is it? We could’ve had so much fun last night. I know how to use my mouth, too.”
Do men like this reciprocate? That would be a first. I usually have to tie them down and sit on their faces, and give exact instructions, before they figure out where I want their mouths.
My eyes flicker up to Blaze again. His hair is disheveled now, and he’s no longer the picture of a rich, stuck-up brat. His skin has a slight red hue, and a few drops of sweat trail down his forehead.
He’s so much hotter like this.
Blaze’s eyes flutter open, and he looks down at me. He frowns for a second, before he thrusts even harder.
I draw my tongue along his shaft, pressing against the thick vein.
Blaze gasps and slams his hip forward, his eyes widening and mouth parting with his orgasm. I taste his cum flood onto my tongue, and I hold it there, filling my mouth.
When Blaze withdraws, I cough and let the cum drip down my chin.
Asch is there to wipe some of it away with his finger, urging it back to my lips. “Let’s not make a mess,” he murmurs, his voice sounding rougher than it had before. He leans in close, and for a second…
