Page 13 of Savage Daddies
“Good girl.” Axel places a hand on my bottom. “Now we expect you to remain perfectly still and obedient while we give you a thorough frisking.”
Chapter Six
Athorough frisking.
Nerves assail me and I almost confess that the knife is in my pocket, if only it will save me from having their hands all over me. But in the end, I keep silent, on the off chance they won’t discover the weapon. It’s deep in my pocket, and it’s tiny. Maybe they won’t notice it. I cling to this possibility, my last shred of hope.
Strong hands trail up and down my inner thighs—one brother on each side of me. I struggle to remain in position, wondering why their nearness always makes my legs weaken. My breath comes in short, shallow puffs and the aching in my center increases as their hands move higher up my legs. Nash presses firmly over my private area, smoothing overtop the material of my pants and panties, creating a delicious friction that ends sooner than I would like. To my utter mortification, my hips jerk backward after his touch leaves my pussy.
“Maybe if you’re a very, very good girl tonight during your punishment, little one, your daddies will touch your privates and make you feel good.” There’s warmth and promise in Axel’s voice, and, as my need grows, I almost forget about the contraband in my pocket.
Nash, of course, finds the knife a second later. He runs his hand over my pocket several times then reaches in to retrieve it. He makes a noise of disapproval deep in his throat and I bow my head, awash in shame and guilt—but how I can feel guilty over trying to conceal a weapon from my captors, I’ll never know. Maybe I’m just afraid of the punishment that’s coming. I brace myself, expecting the first blow, the first crack of one of their palms across my bottom cheeks. But it never comes, and I finally open my eyes and peer over my shoulder at the savages.
Nash shoves the knife into his pocket and he exchanges a look with Axel.
They move in on me once more, with Axel grasping a handful of my hair and tilting my head backward, while Nash resumes pressing his fingers deep against my pussy as he lifts my center slightly, forcing me to arch my back and bend over further.
“You lied to us, little girl,” Axel whispers into my ear. His tone is quiet but there’s something unnerving about it. His quiet anger is more frightening than if he were yelling at me. He’s controlled and everything he does is calculated, I can sense it, and when he finally makes me pay for my transgressions, it’s going to be bad. Very bad. He’s going to make me regret even thinking about escape.
“Lying is unacceptable,” Nash adds, also whispering in my ear.
I shudder and keep my head lowered, taking some comfort in the fact that my frisking is over. But my hopes are soon dashed when Nash works open the fastening of my pants and starts tugging them down. I try to stand taller and stop him, but Axel tightens his hold in my hair and prevents my movement.
“We need to make sure you’re not hiding anything else.”
“You’ve checked my pockets. I swear, the knife was all I had. There’s nothing else.”
They ignore my protests and Nash proceeds to get behind me, where he grasps ahold of my bottom cheeks and spreads them wide apart, so shamefully wide that tears burn in my eyes and I gasp for air. I’m stunned by his bold actions.
“Get me a glove from the med kit, brother,” Nash says.
Axel tightens his grip in my hair. “I’ll be right back. Don’t you dare move.”
He’s gone for only a few seconds, and when he returns he resumes grasping my hair and holding me in place while Nash releases his hold on my bottom—but not for long. I peer back to see what’s going on, only to witness Nash donning a blue latex glove, his gaze directly on my privates. Mortified, I turn back around and tense when he once again spreads my cheeks wide apart. He delves his gloved hand through the folds of my pussy, tracing his fingers easily through my growing wetness. I’m throbbing and dripping wet while Nash spreads me wider and wider. I flush, embarrassed beyond measure. I can’t help how wet I’m getting. Oh, how I wish I could hide it. But I can’t.
I’m at the complete mercy of these two savages who want me as their mate. And not justtheirmate, but their twin brothers’ as well.
