Page 48 of No, For An Answer
I’m sitting in the darkest corner of the room, watching him panic and trying to pull free from his restraints.
“It’s no good.” I call out.
“Who’s that!?” he shouts. I push to stand from the chair and make my way out of the darkness and into the glow of the small light that creates a circle around him. Narrowing his eyes to focus on me, his eyebrows shoot up when he realises who has him tied to a chair in the middle of nowhere. “Untie me, you bitch!” I take a few more steps and crouch down in front of him.
“I don’t think I will. You see, weirdly enough, I don’t have any beef with you. You’re just too involved with your adopted brother, and I can’t have that,” I chuckle, playing with the dirt by my feet. “I decided to do a little stalking with the both of you last night.”
“You’re fucking sick,” he spits, still struggling in the restraints.
“Not as sick as you fucking your brother,” I chuckle, standing up and taking a seat on his lap. “Seems like you really love having his cock shoved up your ass, don’t you, Marcus.” I laugh even harder.
“Fuck you!” He looks away from me.
“In all honesty when I watched from the trees outside your bedroom window last night, I was quite impressed you took the whole thing.” I tap his nose as he looks at me, his eyes red with anger, but I can see the fear behind them. “A brothers love huh.”
“That’s my good boy,take every inch in your ass,”I mimic Jesse’s voice.
“Yes, daddy, fuck yes,”I mimic Marcus.
“Shut the fuck up!” He shouts in my face.
Holding my hands up in front of me I move from his lap and stand in front of him. “Look, I’m not going to tell anyone you prefer the company of your brother than a woman,” I shrug. “It’s kind of hot to be honest. I love a good MM romance like most readers.”
“Just get to the fucking point bitch!” Still trying to pull himself free from the chair. But there’s no use, he won’t get free. We tied them too tight.
“Oh, there is no point. I just wanted you to know, that I know… before I kill you.” He stills, slowly looking up at me. His face dead. Laughter bursts free from his chest and I watch as he drops his head back. Howling through the warehouse and his voice bounding off every wall available.
“That’s funny,” Marcus breathes. I look behind me at the dark figure and as I turn back round, I realise the laughter has stopped. Marcus is looking too. “Who else is there?”
I see it then, the fear in his eyes as he looks into the darkness behind me. The realisation that not only was I not joking, but I’m not doing it alone either. Marcus isn’t small by any means. The fucker is huge, and it took me and Shadow boy here twenty minutes to drag him into the warehouse, pull him up onto the chair and tie him up.
His muscles bulge from the ropes that bind him to the chair and the panic and fear that’s written all over his face is actually making me wet.
“Marcus,” I hold my finger to my mouth. “I just want to get this over with and then I can move on with the rest of my night. I have a lot to do and many people to kill and you’re taking up a lot of my time.”
“You’re fucking sick, Ashley.”
Looking between his legs, I realise his dick has become hard. No longer the soft little worm flopping around as he swings about in the chair but hard as a rock. Scanning my eyes from his groin and back up to his eyeline, his eyes flick up at me.
“How about this,” I tap my chin. “You make me cum, and I will let you go.” Marcus huffs out a dry laugh, looking back into the shadows trying to see the man who helped me.
“Look at me.” I step into his line of sight. “He’s just here to watch. So, what’s your answer?” I step forward, straddling him and sitting on the edge of his knees. His swollen and angry looking cock glistening with pre-cum as it stands to attention. “Fuck me and live, or I’ll just kill you right now.” I unsheathe the knife from my thigh and hold it to his neck. Nipping the skin slightly and he hisses.
“You have fucking problems, Ashley. But fuck it. Why not?” He leans his head in closer to me. “Sit on my fucking cock and ride it.” He seethes and I lick both of his plump lips. “You won’t last five minutes.”
“That’s a bet.” Standing up, I step forward and position myself over the swollen head of his shaft, lifting my skirt around my hips and pulling my thong to the side I drop down and take the entire length of him all and once. Crying out at the intense pressure as I stretch all the way around him.
“Fuck.” He groans, teeth gritted as he looks between us.
“That’s my good boy.” I lean into him, rolling my hips and feeling every inch of him slide in and out of me. “Fuck Marcus, if I’d have known you were this big, I’d have fucked you after that day on the field.” I laugh as I begin bouncing on top of him.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re tight,” he growls, looking into my eyes as he bites down on his bottom lip to stifle his moans. “This is so fucked up. If you wanted to fuck me you didn’t have to go to…. shit…” he moans. “To all this trouble to set the…. scene.” He drags the last word out.
His mouth forming a perfect O as I begin bouncing harder and faster on top of him, chasing the oncoming orgasm that I’m desperate for. He thinks this is a joke and I can’t wait to show him, just how serious I am. I stand up, wrapping my hand around his shaft and slowly pressing it to my back hole.
Sliding down slowly and taking every thick inch. The pronounced veins in his cock providing the most amazing, ribbed feeling. “Oh my god.” I moan.
“Fuuuck!” he growls as I begin to ride him slowly. Watching behind him as my own personal serial killer steps into the light. I want him to watch me. “Your ass feels so good, so fucking tight. Fuck!” he cries. After a few more thrusts. Marcus’ balls begin to draw up and I look down at him.
