Page 57 of Our Little Dove

With a sense of determination, I slip the syringe inside my boot before heading to my office and turn off the gas before I slip the mask over my face. I secure it in place as I reach the door and unlock it before heading downstairs.

The sound of my boots creak on the wooden steps as I make my way into the basement. I find Fintan and Kieran unconscious on the floor. They look almost peaceful lying here next to each other.

I take my time dragging them until they are sitting in their respective seats. I cuff their wrists and chain them to the chairs, ensuring they face each other, their proximity guaranteed to add even more tension in the room.

That kiss was so fucking hot. I am pissed that they broke a rule, but that exchange gave me the idea of our next fucked-up little game. I can see the feelings and tension between them, and I will use it against them until they admit their truth.

I guess I am helping them. In a dark and fucked up way, sure, but this is my revenge after all, and I can’t allow myself to go easy on them because of their scars.

I fucking owe it to myself to see this through. I am not heartless, and I deserve to heal the wounds they have caused.

God, I sound as insane as they did the night they took me. Focus!

I sigh, shaking the doubtful thoughts from my mind before moving the table to the side as I take a moment to survey the scene before me.

Hmm, almost perfect but I think some mood lighting could work nicely.

I pull out my phone and tap into the app that controls the lights in the basement, deciding an electric blue hue would be perfect.

The gas will wear off within minutes, so I take advantage of the time to set the scene to perfection before they wake in their seats. Not five minutes later, they start groaning as they come to, struggling against the chains.

I have grown to like the sound. It represents their unbroken spirits and while that was my goal when this started, now I love how resilient they are. My insubordinate pets.

When this is all said and done, I don’t think I will be able to give up the control I have. I am addicted.

Fintan’s defiant glare meets mine, while Kieran’s gaze holds a hint of resignation. They may think they can defy me, but they are mistaken. I hold all the power in this twisted game we play, and I won’t give this up. Not without one hell of a fight.

As I take my seat opposite them, the gas mask provides a barrier against the remnants of gas, allowing me to maintain my wits and it acts as a prop in our game.

I guess I am feeling nostalgic tonight. Since I have them here, bare faced and unmasked, I can recreate a twisted version of our first night together by wearing mine.

Leaning back in my chair, I watch as they squirm and tug against their restraints, their struggles only serving to fuel my amusement. “Relax, pets. You’re not getting out of those. I have a surprise for you before you receive your punishment for breaking a rule,” I say, my voice muffled by the mask.

They eye me with trepidation as I get up from my seat and wheel the large screen closer, remote control in hand. Their eyes heat every inch of me as they fully take in the outfit, I put on just for them.

Clicking the screen on, it floods with the looped video they sent me. I revel in their confusion. Their widened eyes as they watch the events on the screen.

“Do you like our little movie?” I recite the text that followed. Moving until I am standing behind Fintan, I lean over him, brushing my hands from his chest down to his thighs. I smirk behind my mask as his cock responds, twitching in his jeans as I touch him.

“Such an eager captive,” I tease, using another line from their texts. “Keep your eyes on the screen, pet,” I command as I brush my fingers over the growing bulge in his pants.

“I’m not your fucking pet,” he growls through gritted teeth in an attempt to keep the sudden desperate groan of pleasure from escaping. He fails. “Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” I giggle, giving his chains a quick, hard tug.

Now that I have him nice and hard for me, I step back, severing all contact and move to stand behind Kieran. “Don’t touch me,” he spits.

“Hmm, poor little pet. I guess I haven’t been giving you the attention you deserve lately,” I coo, touching him the way I touched Fintan moments ago.

Kieran struggles against his chains as I feel his toned body. “You used my body to solve your problems. I’ll use yours to heal mine,” I whisper, brushing the mask against the back of his neck as I lean lower and undo his jeans.

“No!” he growls as I move to face him and take out his cock. “Oh baby, I’m sorry. I thought you didn’t believe in consent,” I say, my voice low and filled with anger as I undo the straps of my mask and drop it to the floor as I lower myself to my knees between his thighs.

“I want to see you squirm—to see you writhe—to watch your eyes dim as you accept your fate.”

Reciting his words back to him gives me more pleasure and satisfaction than I anticipated. Heat settles in my core as I take his large cock in my hand and look up into his beautiful, unwavering green eyes.

He swallows hard at my words, unsettled by my memory but he remains silent. He looks into my eyes with that haunted stare, almost like he regrets the past.

“You know, lying isrude, doll. Your sexy little sobs and whimpers might scream ‘no,’but baby, your body speaks volumes about what you trulycrave. You are just as hungry and depraved as we are,” I say as I pump my hand up and down without breaking eye contact.

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