Page 16 of Amour Fou
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out. Both my hands fisting the fabric of his black shirt.
Pumping his fingers inside me faster, Xaden’s heavy breaths filter through my ears, all other sounds surrounding us merging into nothingness. The only thing that matters in this moment, is the three of us.
“You belong to us tonight, Little One,” Zeke growls. Removing his hand from the wall—and his fingers from my clit—he wraps both of them around my throat, choking me tightly, while Xaden continues to finger me in quick, deep strokes.
The burn at the back of my throat from the loss of oxygen, amalgamates with the incredible pleasure building in my lower stomach and I can’t help the way I grind my ass shamelessly onto Xaden’s fingers. Meeting him thrust for thrust.
“That’s my girl, fuck yourself on my fingers,” Xaden grunts.
So I do.
I shamefully roll my hips, searching for friction against the thick ache of being strangled by Zeke. Ready to die on a final breath, but praying I get to experience the orgasm Xaden is about to give me.
My core tightens, my eyes roll back, and as Zeke releases my throat, I come harder than I ever have before. Xaden’s gloved hand swipes against my pussy lips, spreading my release all over the floor as I squirt violently. Cum trailing down the inside of my thighs.
Black spots dance in my eyes. “Good girl, let it all out, cover the fucking floor with your cum,” Zeke growls as they both smack my pussy in perfect synchronicity.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I mewl on repeat, the sound becoming higher and higher until I groan the final ‘yes’ and stop squirting. My chest rising and falling, gasping for the oxygen I was previously lacking.
Resting the forehead of his mask against mine, Zeke speaks. “Tonight, you’re going to be used so fucking well that you’ll forget your own name.”
“Don’t…” My chest rises and falls. “…Count on it.”
After a few moments, I move to sidestep them, but Xaden cups my mouth, still covered in my cum. Hoisting me up in the air, I begin to cry out, my words muffled so well nobody even bats and eyelid, and why would they. This is a place for the depraved, and all this looks like to them, is three people having fun.
Ihit the leather chair with a thump. Xaden walks away from me while lifting his faceless black mask up, tossing it onto the four-poster California king, Zeke following suit just after.
The room is dark, vampiric almost, with only the flickering lights glowing from the fake candles that are scattered throughout the room. A small fireplace filled with fake wood and amber lights to create a warming effect inside. Turning on his heel, Xaden stalks towards me. Stopping in front of me, he bends at the waist.
“You have a lot of frustration to get out of your system, Butterfly.”
“I’ll say the safe word.”
Zeke bursts out laughing from the seat adjacent to me. “Like you said it back there?” He says, pointing his thumb over his shoulder to the door.
“I—”
“You what?” Widening his legs, he leans forward with a devious smirk on his face. “That’s right, Little One. You didn’t say shit. You let us touch you in front of all those people because you fuckinglovedit.”
He’s right, Ididlove it, but I want to see how far both of them will go to fuck me.
“I can smell your needy cunt from here, you want us just as much as we want you. So give in already.” The bass in Zeke’s voice has dropped, turning into something so feral my skin ignites with goosebumps.
I lean back in the chair. “Alright.” I smile playfully. “If you do something for me… both of you can have me.”
“However we like?” Xaden confirms.
“Sure.” I shrug, turning my head to face Xaden now. “Why not.” I nod, crossing one of my legs over the other. What I have in my mind I know for a fact they will never agree to. “If you both do it, then I’m fair game, but if you don’t, you can never touch me again.” I smirk playfully.
“Easy,” Xaden snorts.
“What is it?” Zeke leans forward in his chair.
“Fuck that, I don’t care what it is… Yes!” Xaden agrees instantly.
“Xaden,” Zeke warns, and I know by the tone he uses, that he is fully aware I’m up to something. “Don’t—”
“Shit, I’ll suck his fucking dick if it means we get to have you however we want!” Xaden exclaims, raising his arm to point behind him, but his eyes never leave mine.
