Page 9 of Our Little Dove

He clears his throat and walks out of my station, briefly looking back at me from the doorway. “We’re not working yet, Fin. I’m not gay and what happens on the tapes, only happens because the viewers pay more for that shit. I don’t have time for your bullshit tonight, nor do I have the patience.”

I scoff, adjusting my cock in my jeans. “Did I say you were? Sex doesn’t need labels. But sure thing,boss… When you decide to crawl out from that societal cage you keep yourself locked in, let me know.” I grit out and I hear him pull out the chair at the front desk and scoff loudly before turning up the music. Painkiller by Judas Priest blasts through the speakers as I clean up the station. He usedmystation to domypiercing and couldn’t be bothered to break it down and clean up afterward.

What a dick.

He can either suck on my tongue or he can feel his handy work down his throat, either way he needs to get a fucking grip and let go of his hang-ups. We’re not related nor are we in fucking high school and his obvious sexual struggle is nothing to be ashamed of, especially not in our ‘after dark’ profession. If I can only get him to see that he doesn’t have to hold onto this bullshit, he’d be so much more relaxed.

If he’d let me help him get through this like I did by myself a few years back, he’d finally be himself again. I used to feel the shame and pressure of society, but shame is a useless fucking feeling. There is no“wrong”way to feel about sex.

The stress he chooses to carry is going to hinder his performance during our session tonight and I can’t have that. We need that fucking money.

“God, Kieran, turn off the music. Let’s go, we have work to do,” I say as I walk up to him. He ignores me and continues staring at the ceiling while tapping his boot to the drums of the song. “I’msorry, okay? But for fuck’s sake, when are you going to embrace your true self? Why do you still insist on hiding from me?”

He flicks his eyes to mine and sucks in a deep breath before speaking. “Fin, this is not about you. In fact, it has fuck all to do with you! We’refamilyand I’m not fucking that up just because I got hard while recording with you a couple of times. I don’t want anything to change or get fucking weird. Just let it go!”

I clear my throat and stare daggers at him. “Some things stay the same only by changing… If you allow shame to control you and keep refusing to grant yourself freedom, it will destroy you. I don’t want that to fucking happen, Kieran. We’ve been close since day one and sex isn’t going to change that.”

Sighing loudly, I nod my understanding to him. “But I get it… I want you to be honest with yourself… and well,me. C’mon, let’s get back to the basement.”

Friday, 11:34 PM

I swear I’ve been sitting here for hours. My ass is going numb on this frigid concrete. They tossed me in this dark pit what seems like an eternity ago. The silence is deafening. I don’t have a damn clue what these jerks have planned for me… if anything.

If this is all there is to it, Molly should get her money back. This is boring as fuck!

My fear is gone, replaced by a sore ass, rope burns, and a raging annoyance. “Hey, assholes! This isn’t fun anymore!” My voice bounces off the basement walls. I try to shift, but it’s useless. I am fucking livid at this point. Between these assholes and their top-notch rope-binding skills, I’m stuck in the world’s most uncomfortable position and God knows how much longer they will leave me like this.

More time passes without any sound other than my heavy, jagged breathing in the black hole they put me in, so I scream and scream until my voice nearly gives out, though the shadows swallow my pleas. I cry out until I hear footsteps approaching the door to the stairs in the dark corner.

It creaks open, and the masked men make their way down, stopping at my bound feet. They tower over me, and I feel small and vulnerable in their presence. The white masked stranger kneels in front of me and I reluctantly meet his whiskey-colored eyes.

“Are you ready for the next part of our game, little Dove?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly. I narrow my eyes at him, trying to gauge his intentions.

“What’s the next part?” I ask, my voice steady despite the fear that is lurking in the back of my mind.Again.

The two men share a knowing look before the one in the white mask speaks again. “You’ll be our pretty little doll for the night, baby. Our plaything. Our prey,” he says, his hand reaching up to caress my cheek.

Their doll? Prey? What the fuck? I didn’t think the actors would actually touch me. What kind of service did Molly hire for my psychotic fantasy?

I instinctively flinch away from his touch, and the tall man in the black mask steps forward, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look up at him. “You don’t have a say in the matter, little Dove. You’re entirely at our mercy,” he snarls, his grip tightening onmy face. I try to pull away from him and free my arms, but the rope is too tight around my wrists.

The intense look in his eyes, his words, his harsh touch, and the bite from the rope are driving me wild.

Am I scared, or am I horny? Both? Is that even possible?

My brain is screaming at me to fight back and escape, but my pussy has other ideas… She wants and enjoys every second of this unpredictable scenario.

“Hmm, if we are going to play, you probably want to know a little more about us, huh, baby?” the man in white coos, sarcasm dripping from his words like venom. “You can call me Fintan. This is Kieran,” he gestures to his counterpart, who still has his firm hand on my face. “And you’ll be ourlittle Dove. Sound good?”

Sucking in a hesitant breath, I nod. I don’t think I want to know what’ll happen if I shake my head instead.

“Cool. Now be a good girl and shut the fuck up until we come back for our game tonight.”

They’re Irish. God, that was going to drive me crazy…It’s not a thick accent but I do hear it.

Wait…Surely, they didn’t just tell me their real names.

Fuck, what are they planning?

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