Page 47 of Our Little Dove

I feel the madness crawling out from deep within me. Instead of burying it like I’ve always done, I embrace it. They have no idea what I’m capable of and I can’t wait to show them.

With an amused giggle, I strip out of my clothes and grab an outfit I picked out for my game. If they can film unwilling subjects, so can I. The leather dress hugs my curves as I adjust my stockings and zip up my thigh-high boots before grabbing my bag on the way to the basement door.

They are still unconscious when I reach them, so I get to work. Unlocking Fintan’s chains, I drag him toward the small but sturdy metal table and slump him face-down onto the cold surface. Glancing up to the camera nearby, I smile to my future self. I’ll enjoy watching this.

I cuff his wrists and ankles to each leg of the table and slip a shock collar around his neck. Walking over to Kieran, I grab his wrists and move him over to the chair facing the table and strap him in before locking his collar in place.

They are sick and twisted; I’ll show them what it means to fuck with someone like me. I’ve had fucked-up, depraved fantasies long before they came along. I am itching to see the looks on their pretty faces when they taste their own medicine.

Kieran begins to stir in his seat while I set up the tripod for the perfect view of the scene I am creating. I press ‘record’ on the camera and walk toward the table where Fintan is starting to come to.

Thanks to the sick little home-videos on his phone, I know Fintan fucks men and women, but what about Kieran?

From what I witnessed the night they took me; I could tell Fintan was the dominant one of the two but how close are they really?

Minutes later, they are awake and struggling against their bonds like wild animals in captivity. Watching the fear and anger gleaming in their eyes make my heart race with anticipation and my pussy wet.

Aww, looks like they don’t do well in restraints. How ironic.

“Ready to play?” I say as they struggle. “Fuck you!” Kieran growls as he glares at me. His eyes rake over my body and hunger flashes in his eyes at the sight of me.

I smirk, crossing my arms over my chest as I lean my hips against the metal table. “Only if you are a good little pet for me,” I purr as I step in front of Fintan. Yanking his beautiful white hair, I force him to meet my eyes as I squat down in front of him. “It’s nice to get a closer look, pet. I’ve been dying to put a face to that voice.”

I lean in next to his ear, “Ready to have some fun?” He yanks on his cuffs again as if believing he can get away. “Let me go!” His desperate demand gets drowned out by my laughter in seconds.

“Here’s how our game will work,” I announce, moving to the back of the table until I am behind Fintan and facing the devastatingly handsome Kieran.

“I will ask you questions, and you will answer me truthfully. If you refuse or I catch you in a lie, you’ll get punished. If I command anything from either of you, and you refuse to do as you are told, same outcome. Well then, I think the rules are simple enough. Who’s ready?” I chime, clapping my hands together in amusement.

Kieran is silent and Fintan stares daggers at me. “Good. Let’s play!”

I head over to the bag I brought down with me and take out the remotes to their collars. I look to Fintan. “You’re up, pet.” His lips turn up in a sneer as he watches my every move.

“I’m going to fuck the smug defiance out of you when I get out of these! I’ll make you bleed and beg for death!” Fintan huffs out as he struggles against the leather that binds his wrists to the table.

“Why did you record us when you took me?” I ask, my voice sounding bored but serious. I wait for his response, but it doesn’t come, so I sigh and press the button on the remote.

Kieran wails in pain and thrashes against his restraints in the chair. “Jesus fucking Christ!” he screams. Fintan’s eyes widen in anger at seeing his counterpart take the punishment for his defiance.

“Fuck, stop!” Kieran begs and I lift my finger off the button with a smile. “Ready to follow the rules now?”

“You’re fucking insane!” he spits. “You love it, baby,” I purr and ask the question again. I step between them and wait.

“I—It was a fucking job, okay!” Kieran yells and I take a second to calm the rage in my heart and respond. “Good boy.”

Turning to face Kieran, I start. “Hmm, I wouldn’t answer questions for him if I were you but hey, it’s cute that you are playing as a team.Yourturn. What is “Hush”?” he still has a slight tremor from the shocks but cranes his head to stare into my eyes. “Kink site,” he says through gritted teeth.

He’s telling the truth, but I want details. “Kink site” just isn’t going to fucking cut it.

I press the button on Kieran’s remote and give him a quick shock. “Motherfucker!” He yells. “Go on,” I coax, waiting for an explanation. He remains silent and spits at my boots.

Aww, he’s angry. How cute. I should let him lick my boots until they sparkle.

An idea pops into my head as they continue to test my patience. I was going to use a toy from the wall but let’s see how far they will let me go before they start answering my questions.

I bet Fintan won’t mind the change of plan since I assume he’ll fuck anything with a heartbeat, but will this be enough to break Kieran? I saw the way he looked at Fintan the night they destroyed my peace, but does Fintan know how he feels? Kieranfucks like a God and I know he’s not gay but perhaps he is bi-curious and refuses to accept it. I want to find out.

It’s time I set their world on fire and force them to watch it burn.

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