Page 47 of Hearts Etched in Glass
“Oh sweetheart,” Bobby coos near my head. His breath feels so real as it caresses the soft curve of my ear. “We’re here now darling,” he gently says.
Then Marcus takes the wound cleanser, and places some on my cut as slick pain strikes. I yelp in agony.
This is real.
This is fucking real.
I squirm in Bobby’s hold, but he doesn’t let me go. Instead, he clasps his large arms around my chest and torso. “Darling, we need to tend to you.”
He tenderly kisses my temple and strokes my abdomen with his fingertips.
Peering through my disheveled hair that Bobby tries to push back away from my face.
“How?” The question cracks from my dry vocal cords.
As Marcus finishes his mending, the pad of his thumb rubs my inner thigh and nods his head by the window.
One quarter panel of the vast window is busted out. Shards of glass decorate the floor as I see several ropes hanging from the outer portion of the house.
“We got your note from the receptionist, and Biscuit. Then got worried when we didn’t hear from you, love,” Marcus replies, trailing small loving circles around the bandages he placed, “but we were able to track you down. It was hard, but in your residence we found a letter in the trash from your mum. It had her address on the envelope. We didn’t realize it would come to this, darling, we are so sorry we couldn’t come faster, but we didn’t find your location until after dinner and came straight away as night fell.”
I curl within myself as relief washes over me.
“Please tell me I’m not fucking hallucinating,” I whisper through my small whimpers. My body begins to tremble.
“You’re not hallucinating or dreaming, darling. We are here and we’ve got you,” Bobby exclaims, as energy rushes me, and I sit up straight, grabbing Marcus’s faceand kissing him, then release him to turn towards Bobby and crash my lips to his.
“Love, let’s get you cleaned up and home?” Marcus suggests, but a flash of adrenaline surges through me as a wicked thought crosses my mind. I’m not done defiling this godforsaken place.
“Get on the bed Marcus,” I order as he looks at Bobby in disbelief. Bobby shrugs his shoulders and nods, then says, “Do as she says.”
Marcus and Bobby help me up. My thighs throb with pain, but the pain is good. Pain means I’m alive and my bandages are secured tightly.
“I don’t think you should be moving much my love,” Marcus says, but I grab him by the neck pulling his face flush with mine.
“Marcus, be my good boy and do what I fucking say,” I order through my teeth as he flashes a wicked smile.
“Alright love, why don’t you lay down and then hang your head off the bed,” Marcus suggests and I listen. Taking off my clothing, I lay on top of my shredded bedding. Marcus sits between my legs, as Bobby cradles my jaw at the other side of the bed.
“Are you sure, you want to partake in these activities, instead of going straight home to do this?” Bobby cocks an eyebrow, a flash of worry in his eyes.
Marcus circles my clit with his thumb, my pussy clenching with the touch. He slides a knuckle up my center. “Jesus, love. You are so fucking ready for us.” Then he places two fingers inside me. I gasp as the stimulation and pleasure snakes up my core.
“Bobby, stop asking questions and fuck my mouth.” He raises his eyebrows in surprise, “And what if mother dearest walks in?”
I ignore his question and begin unbuttoning his trousers, unveiling his hard dick. I stroke it with my hands, feeling the veins along his length and then suck him down. Marcus notches himself at my entrance, and as he begins pumping into me, it shifts my body, making my mouth thrust deeper around Bobby’s cock.
Bobby combs his fingers through my hair, then caresses my throat with his other hand. He begins degrading me as Marcus praises me.
“Fuck you are such a filthy girl. Fucking us in your torn up bedroom. Naughty, naughty darling,” Bobby seductively says as he flexes his hand around my throat.
“She is being a very good fuck toy though, taking us in every way we want,” Marcus mewls. As he begins thrusting into me harder, he draws my legs together, hugging my limbs to his chest, and pounds into me. The smacks reverberating off my ass echo in the room.
I hear the door to my room creak open as anticipation and fear rush my body, but I don’t move. I just stay securely between Bobby and Marcus as they give me the pleasure and grounding I need.
“Does your depravity know no bounds?” my mother hollers from the doorway. She probably has her hands to her face in shock, or that moronic, angry face she delivers when she is disappointed, but I couldn’t care less anymore.
“It doesn’t,” Bobby retorts as he smacks my breast. The sting of pleasure shoots across my body.
