Page 19 of Wicked Games

I’m alive. I am treated well.This could all be so much worse. They could rape you still, forcing you to do things. You’re not chained up or mistreated. I eat good food; I have free rein in the house and when I want to visit Ethan; they take me.

I clean up the breakfast dishes, grateful for the stability and affection that the twins have brought into my life. When Dad married Diane he was all about their relationship, leaving me to raise Ethan by myself. It hurt having to take the place of my mother in my brother’s life, especially when I desperately needed my father’s love.

As I prepare for the day ahead, I can’t help but feel a sense of contentment. Bent over, I rummage through the refrigerator to figure out what we will eat for lunch and dinner tonight. Wilder’s boots thud down the stairs as comes down dressed for work. “Come on now, chére. You know I need me a kiss ta make it t'rough the day.”

I smirk as I close the door and spin around. The little summer dress sashaying as I do. Wilder is the more romantic of the two. Ollie's getting there, but he still has some roughness to him. Wilder, on the other hand, makes me feel beautiful every chance he gets. Wilder’s eyes light up when he looks at me making me feel the the only girl in the world. I grab his lunch box from the counter and saunter over to him.

“You spoil me, chére.” Wilder snakes his hand between my breasts, popping the buttons that cover my breasts from view. “Mmmm,” he groans, taking in the sight of my lace-covered nipples. “How am I gon work knowin’ you is waitin’ for me to come home like this, hmm baby girl?”

“You’re gonna have to just make it through, I suppose.” I giggle.

He takes the lunchbox from my hand, setting it down on the floor with a soft thud, before lifting me up and gently placing me on the island. Mynipples harden and a warm sensation stirs deep in my core. It still amazes me that my body reacts to them the way it does. Even when my mind is screaming at me that all of this is wrong, my body betrays me.

Wilder’s hand circles my throat as he places a firm kiss on my lips. His tongue pushes past my lips, stroking mine with dominance. The sound of a throat clearing breaks the moment.

“You gon be late if ya keep dat up. Ya won’t be able ta stop. Not dat I’m sayin’ you should because fuck, watchin’ you two together…” Ollie groans as he adjusts himself. The outline of his thick cock is visible in his sweats. Ollie has that going for him. Ollie’s cock, unlike Wilder’s pierced and almost identical in length, is thick.

It makes my mouth water just thinking about it.

“You wan me, Marlowe?” Ollie smirks, his eyes taking in the reaction of my body. “Hungry for my cock, like da greedy little slut ya are.”

I nod, my tongue darting out to moisten my lips. Wilder’s praise stirs something within me, but it’s Ollie’s relentless degradation that unleashes my feral instincts.

“Well den, you know what ya need to do.”

Wilder helps me down from the island. As if it’s second nature, I drop to my hands and knees and crawl over to Ollie. Ollie sits back on the stairs, spreading his legs wide as I crawl towards him. The anticipation builds in the room, a palpable tension that electrifies the air. I can feel Wilder’s eyes on me, his presence adding to the excitement. As I reach Ollie, I look up at him, meeting his gaze with a mixture of desire and submission.

Without a word, I reach out and undo the drawstring on Ollie’s sweats, tugging them down around his ankles, revealing his throbbing cock. My mouth waters as I take in the sight, my hunger for him growing with every passing second. I lean in, my lips hovering just inches away from him.

Ollie’s hand tangles in my hair, gripping it firmly as he guides me closer. I can feel his power over me, his control asserting itself. Without hesitation,I wrap my lips around him, taking him deep into my mouth. The taste of him fills my senses, and I surrender myself to the pleasure of pleasuring him.

“Dirty fuckin’ girl,” he moans in a near breathless whisper.

As I work my mouth up and down his length, I can hear Ollie’s moans of satisfaction mingling with Wilder’s low growls of approval. The sound of their pleasure fuels my own, igniting a fire within me that burns with an insatiable hunger. I lose myself in the rhythm, my mouth and tongue expertly exploring every inch of Ollie’s cock.

Time seems to stand still as I continue to pleasure Ollie, my focus solely on him and the intoxicating power dynamic at play. Our desires create a symphony of passion that fills the room, echoing off the walls. I can feel myself getting lost in the moment, surrendering to the primal instincts that drive me.

But as much as I revel in this intense pleasure, a part of me remains conflicted. Deep down, I know that this forbidden love between the twins and me is a dangerous game to be playing. It’s a whirlwind of emotions, a storm that threatens to consume us all. And yet, in this moment, I can’t help but succumb to the intoxicating allure of their dominance and desire.

Behind me, I hear Wilder’s belt buckle unclasp, and his zipper comes down. “I need ta feel her before I go. I can’t wait all dem fuckin’ hours.”

Wilder drops to his knees behind me. My heart races as I feel Wilder’s hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him. His hardness presses against me, sending a surge of desire through my body. Ollie’s grip tightens in my hair, guiding me back to his throbbing cock. I take him eagerly, my mouth and tongue working in sync to please him.

The intoxicating sounds of our pleasure fill the room. Every touch, every moan, fuels the fire within me. But amidst the intense pleasure, a nagging feeling of conflict lingers in the back of my mind.

Wilder’s hands move from my hips to the hem of my dress, lifting it and exposing my bare skin. The anticipation builds as his hot breath ticklesagainst my neck. I tremble with need as his fingers tease at my entrance. The moans that escape my lips as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me are embarrassing, the sound of my arousal loud as he finger fucks my pussy.

“I need ya,” he murmurs, his voice filled with urgency. And before I can fully comprehend his words, he enters me with a force that takes my breath away. Pleasure mixes with pain as he fills me completely, and I surrender to the overwhelming sensations.

“You take Wild’s cock so well. Our perfect little slut. Ain’ you?” Ollie tugs at my hair. My eyes find him, and I moan around his cock in response. “I’m gon come down dis pretty throat.”

Wilder ruthlessly continues to slam into me, chasing his orgasm. I’m close to coming myself. The wet, smacking sound coming from behind me as he drives into me has me forgetting about Ollie’s cock in my mouth. With the room fading into the background, our connection takes center stage, its intensity palpable.

“Dat’s it, chére, feel him gettin’ ready to fill that empty cunt of yours. You gon make us a bunch a pretty babies.” I feel Ollie's cock throb in my mouth as he releases himself. Ropes of his salty cum hit the back of my throat and fill my mouth. I gulp all he gives me, eagerly. I know this makes him happy.

“Clean up all of it. None gets wasted,” Ollie commands. I obediently lick him clean as Wilder picks up his pace, the intensity of his thrusting jutting me forward.

“Oh, fuck. Wild, please don’t stop. I’m so close.” I moan as he pulls my hips back.

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