Page 117 of Our Little Dove

He looks adorably taken aback and before he can protest, Kieran steps forward and takes his shirt off to reveal his sculpted body and impressive tattoos. “Our little dove has great ideas. Why don’t you be a good boy and play along for me?” he growls in a tone that make my knees weak.

Fintan’s eyes flash with something dark as Kieran tosses his shirt onto the floor and flashes him a devilish grin. Fintan remains silent save for letting out a deep groan and I can’t tell if it’s annoyance or arousal.

“Okay, I’m putting the camera on a timer, and we will head down the hallway before it starts recording. Remember to act scared,baby,” I tease again, giggling at the look on Fintan’s face when I tap the screen and Kieran follows me toward the hallway, turning off the overhead lights in the living room on the way.

“I didn’t agree to this shit!” Fintan yells from the couch, illuminated only by a lamp in the corner of the room and the glow from the TV displaying the image from my phone’s camera.

“You didn’t protest either!” I giggle from behind Kieran as we wait in the dark.

“Just relax and let us make you feel good,Mo mhuirnín,” Kieran says from the hallway as the phone starts beeping to signal the timer counting down. Exhaling a sigh, I feel slightly annoyed but excited to see how this is going to play out.

Fine. I’ll play along if they want me to.

I hear them whisper to each other in the darkness, but I can’t make out a single word, which has my curiosity piqued. I don’t know what they are planning while the timer ticks on the screen, but I feel more impatient by the second.

Okay, here we go…

Beep—Three.

Beep—Two.

Beep—One.

The camera starts recording and I stare at myself on the TV screen for a moment before Alex emerges from the hallway wearing black lingerie, her white blood-speckled mask and her hair in pigtails. The sight has my dick hardening in an instant as she stalks toward me and cocks her head to the side.

She looks deliciously deranged and I fucking love it.

She comes to a stop in front of me and places her hands on my shoulders as she leans forward. “Such a pretty boy. Kieran andI will have you screaming for us, Pet. We’ll fuck you until you’re begging us to let you come,” she whispers in my ear, and I nearly lose my composure at her words.

Alex trails her fingertips down my chest, stopping at my waistband, and starts unbuckling my belt just as Kieran appears behind her. His mask glows and the sight of the X’s over his eyes and the wide stitched smile has the hairs on the back of my neck standing up in anticipation.

Alex wiggles my jeans off my legs and, while I am distracted by Kieran, she pats the pockets before pulling out my knife. My eyes widen as she tosses my pants to the side and plays with the blade, the metal glinting in the low light as she twirls it in her fingers.

I lock my eyes on her, following her every move as she steps closer with my favorite blade, the very one I used the night we met. My breath hitches as she swiftly makes a small cut on my thigh—just like I did to her. Hissing at the sudden sting, my cock jerks in response and I turn my head towards the sound of Kieran’s throaty chuckle.

Alex steps aside and Kieran lowers to his knees, parting my legs to kneel between them before he briefly lifts his mask and trails his tongue over the fresh cut.

I instinctively grab onto his hair as a moan slips from my throat and, to my surprise, he swats my hand away, leveling me with a dark glare.

Alex moves behind the couch and takes the hand that was in Kieran’s hair just moments ago, tying my wrist with what appears to be a pair of stockings before she leans over my back to grab my other arm.

“We are in control tonight, and you are our plaything. Now, submit and let us show you how good it feels to let go,” Alex purrs, her breath hot against my ear before she pulls on the stockings, tightening my wrists together and lifting my armsover my head until my knuckles graze against the back of the couch.

She ties the fabric around the foot of the couch that conveniently sits right below me, and just like that, I can’t move. I pull on the makeshift restraints. The stockings are stretchy, but she tied them so tight, there is barely any give. My breathing kicks into overdrive as panic creeps through my body like an icy tide, ready to drown me in darkness.

I hate restraints. I can’t fucking do this. Fuck!

“Eyes on me,” Kieran instructs in a soothing tone. The panic in my eyes meets the hunger in his as I do what I’m told, but my need to get out of this is stronger than my earlierreluctantwillingness to play along.

I hyperventilate. Yanking harder on the stockings but neither of them make a move to free me. When I realize that they willnot,it hits me like a fucking train.

“Please. Please, I can’t. Take these off!” I breathe out, but Kieran remains on his knees before me. Tears well in my eyes, and before I can stop them, they roll down my cheeks as my trauma crashes through the walls I’ve built and reinforced over many years.

Alex moves to sit by my side and trails her fingertips lightly down the side of my face before turning me to look at her.

“Let us heal your scars, Fin,” Alex says, her voice soft and I can’t help but lean into her touch despite the raging turmoil within me. I feel like I’m drowning.

“Please—” I manage during gasps and tears as I tug on the makeshift restraints again, hoping they would see my fear and my pain and let me free. They don’t.

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