Page 9 of Venom & Vanity

The one in the middle that likes to be called Daddy says but I cut him off.

“Then why don’t you put it to use and fill it with that girthy cock to keep me silent?” I taunt.

Sir stiffens but the one on Daddy’s other side remains impassive. I focus on him for a second. I had thought he would be the easiest to break but maybe I was wrong.

Daddy takes a step forward but Sir grips his arm and holds him back. I pout.

“She’s taunting you, don’t let her,” Sir says.

I gasp and stare at him with a wide eyed look. “I would never,” I breathe out in fake outrage.

“Okay.” I flick my gaze to the one on the other end. “We take those chains off, fuck you until you can’t remember your own name, then what?”

A dark force flows through me, I may be furious at my predicament but I’m not about to lie and say his filthy promise doesn’t have me getting wet.

“Then I try and escape, you chase me down, capture me and fuck me so hard as punishment I won’t be able to walk for days or even shift without feeling the ghosts of your cocks inside each of my… tight… wet… little… holes.” Seduction is not something I have ever tried or thought I would be good at, but it turns out I fucking love it. There is just something about the sinister promise each of these guys give me that has me on edge and behaving like a wanton slut.

I should be disgusted with myself but I’m not.

I’ve wanted an experience like this, dreamed of it even, for years and I thought I found what I wanted with him until he fucking vanished. Now I’m left here trying to find someone or someones to fill the void he left inside me.

Daddy pulls free of Sir’s hold and stalks toward me. I have to crane my neck back to maintain eye contact. I can see the hunger in his blue eyes, he wants me and he fucking hates himself for it.

“Try and escape, but I won’t catch you to fuck you.” He bends down until the cold hard plastic of his mask scrapes against my cheek. “I’ll kill you,” he whispers in my ear, and I gasp.

One part of me is fucking terrified but another part, the sick depraved whore inside me, is fucking frothing. She wants them to unchain her, tear what remains of her ruined clothing from her body and use her holes like they belong to them.

I shut down my rational thoughts, tip my head forward and dart my tongue out to lick the side of his neck. He stiffens but doesn’t pull back. I release a heady moan at the salty taste of his skin.

“Hmmm,” I purr as I pull back and meet his gaze. “It seems hearing your threats has me starving for something. Long… hard and thick.”

“You want them to watch?” he asks huskily.

I shoot him a sly smirk and bite down on my bottom lip. “No.” His eyes flick between mine for a split second before I continue. “I want you and Sir to watch me and Grumpy over there. I get off on agrexophilia, and knowing I’ll get to lean into my voyeurism kink a bit has my pussy quivering with need, Daddy.”

The groan that tears out of him is like music to my ears. I’m sore and utterly exhausted but I can’t stop myself from wanting more. I have no idea how long I’ll be on this island or how much time I have with them so I’m going to make the most of it. I can ice my pussy and beg for forgiveness from the man above later.

I look over at Grumpy with a challenge in my eyes. I’m egging him on and he knows it, but the real question is, will he take the bait or run away like a coward.

Grumpy moves toward me and Daddy shifts out of the way. I don’t know what I expected him to do but when he stops in front of me, he says nothing as he pushes his pants down and exposes his hard, throbbing cock. My mouth instantly waters, I love dick as much as the next girl but giving head wasn’t something I enjoyed until these three. There’s something about wanting—no, needing to please them that gets me off.

Without being prompted I open my mouth. I’d reach out and grab him myself but my fucking hands are tied!

“You want my cock inside that mouth, apple?” His tone is filled with need and I begin to grow frustrated that I can’t clench my thighs together to dull the throbbing ache.

“Yes.” I don’t care that I sound breathless and eager, I need to taste him.

A whimper escapes me when he grips his shaft and squeezes, my mouth parts and need surges inside me like an untamed animal.

“Fuck,” he grits out as he begins to pump himself.

I fight against the chains holding me in place. This time it isn’t to escape. I need his cock. I’m starving to taste him and feel him fuck my face so hard I can’t fucking breathe.

“This what you wanted?” he rasps out. He’s combined two of my most heady kinks, agrexophilia and agoraphilia, into one and I’m about ready to fucking tear out of my skin with need. He hasn’t even touched me and already I’m fucking drenched and on the verge of begging.

“Yes. I need it,” I pant.

“Sir.” My brows slant in confusion for a second until Sir eats up the space between us. My mouth is agape and my breathing is ragged as I watch Sir lower to his fucking knees in front of me. He reaches up and lifts his mask enough to expose his mouth.