Page 58 of Before We Break Again
Dustin isn’t just about games.He’s about pushing boundaries, testing how far we’ll go before we lose control.Right now, I can feel the tension building, like the quiet before a storm.Halsey, between us, is the calm, but even she won’t be able to stop what’s coming.
There’s something in the way her body reacts—a small movement, a subtle signal that she’s aware of everything.Of Dustin’s gaze, of my closeness, of the pull that binds us all together.She’s not just an observer; she’s part of the current, part of the push and pull we’re all caught in.
Dustin stands up, slow and deliberate, every movement dripping with authority.“What did you tell her?”His voice is calm, but there’s a commanding edge to it, the energy in the room shifts.He’s in control now—he always is when he’s like this.He doesn’t just ask; he demands, and the air tightens around us, thick with his presence.
I can feel it, the shift, the pull of his power.It’s unmistakable, and it sends a shiver down my spine.Halsey feels it too—I can tell by the way she tenses, the way her breath quickens just slightly.She’s caught between us, but she’s not resisting.
“He doesn’t want you to play with us,” she says, her voice soft, but there’s an undercurrent there—a challenge, maybe.She knows what’s coming next.
Dustin’s lips curl into that devilish smirk, the one that never fails to make my pulse race.“Why not?”he asks, his tone dripping with amusement.His gaze shifts to me for just a second, daring me to intervene, before settling back on Halsey.“You know how much I love watching you squirm.”
He steps closer, his eyes focused on her, and I can see the way she responds to him, the way her body leans ever so slightly into his presence.
“And you, baby,” he continues, his voice lowering as he reaches out, his fingertips just grazing her arm, “you love it too, don’t you?”
Halsey doesn’t answer right away, but the tension between them crackles, alive and electric.It’s in the way she holds his gaze, the way her body subtly responds, like an instinct she can’t suppress.There’s no need for words—her silence speaks louder, pulling her deeper into the moment, caught in the current between us.
Dustin doesn’t let up, his voice lowering, a dark, seductive edge to his words.“Do you want to watch him beg for my cock, Hals?”His eyes glint with amusement, knowing exactly what he’s doing.“It’s a sight, you know.The way he begs, desperate.You remember, don’t you?How much he loves using that mouth of his?How much he loves to swallow, babe?”
Halsey doesn’t move, but there’s a flicker in her eyes—a shift, almost imperceptible, but it’s there.She’s caught between us, and I can feel Dustin’s words sinking into her, taking root, wrapping around her like a vine she can’t escape.
“Don’t use her,” I warn him, my voice tight, though I’m already losing the battle.The tension in the room is unbearable, thick, like it’s suffocating us all.
Dustin smirks, turning his attention back to me, his tone playful yet dangerous.“Use her?I’m just trying to help you out, baby.You’ve got those blue balls, after all.You haven’t come in ...what is it now?Two days?”His eyes glint wickedly as he teases me.“How hard is your cock, huh?Is it hard for me?Or for her?Which one of us makes you ache, San?”His voice dips lower, dirtier, as he steps closer.“I bet it’s both, isn’t it?You want me to take care of you ...or would you rather she watch while I make you beg?”
His words send a shiver through me, temptation clawing at my resolve, the heat of his gaze pressing down on me, making it harder to resist.Every second feels like it’s teetering on the edge of something bigger—about to tip over into something we can’t control.The room hums with anticipation, desire so thick it feels like it could consume us all in an instant.
Dustin doesn’t let up.His voice cuts through the tension, low and commanding.“Tell me, Hals, what do you want?”
Halsey hesitates, her breath catching, but there’s a glint in her eyes, a flash of something she’s been holding back.Her voice is soft but steady.“I want you both.”The simplicity of her answer hangs in the air like a confession, one that makes my heart stutter.The pull between us grows heavier, like a magnet drawing us closer.
Dustin’s lips curl into a satisfied smirk, his victory clear, but there’s more beneath it—something deeper, more primal.He steps closer, his voice dropping to a near growl, fingers brushing the side of her arm.“I can see it,” he murmurs, the words laced with dark intent.“You’re already wet, aren’t you?Just thinking about it.About me.About him.The three of us.”
Halsey trembles, the air thickening between us, her silence more telling than words.Dustin leans in, his breath warm against her ear, the intimacy of it making my pulse race.“I bet if I touched you right now,” he whispers, his voice wrapping around her like a promise, “you’d be dripping.”
The room feels like it’s closing in, the space between us shrinking as the impact of his words takes hold.Every breath feels charged, every glance a spark waiting to ignite.We’re close to the edge, all of us, and it feels like just one touch, one move, will send us spiraling into the unknown.
The heat between us is unbearable now, the air thick with anticipation, with everything unsaid.My jaw tightens, trying to keep control, but Dustin knows how to unravel us.
“Come on, Halsey,” Dustin whispers, his hand sliding down her back, the movement slow, deliberate.“Let’s play.Let me make you feel good.Let me make both of you beg for it.”His voice is like velvet, wrapping around us, pulling us deeper into his world.Then, his gaze flicks to me, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips.“Or maybe, San, I’ll start with you.Make you watch while I take my time with her.Would you like that?To see her fall apart while you can’t touch either of us?”
My heart pounds in my chest, his words crashing over me like a wave, pulling me under.This is Dustin—he plays with fire and never gets burned, and here we are, standing too close to the flames, wanting, needing to get burned.
His eyes lock onto mine, the command clear in his gaze.“San, pull her skirt up,” he orders, his voice calm, steady, yet brimming with control.“Let’s see if she was a good girl this morning.Did she follow my orders?No underwear, remember?”
My pulse races, the air in the room suddenly too thick, too charged.Slowly, I reach for the hem of Halsey’s skirt, my fingers brushing against her soft skin.There’s a pause, a heartbeat where everything feels suspended, the tension hanging in the air like a fragile thread.I lift the fabric higher, inch by inch, anticipation coiling in my stomach.
Dustin’s gaze never leaves her, his eyes dark and hungry.“Well?”he asks, his voice low, laced with a dangerous edge.“Was she good ...or will she need to be punished?”
Halsey’s breath hitches, the atmosphere between us electrifying, and I can feel every beat of my heart as we wait for the answer that will change everything.
“Naughty girls don’t get to come,” Dustin murmurs, his voice sharp with teasing dominance.My pulse races as my fingers reach her apex, finding her bare—no underwear, just like he ordered.She’s already soaking wet, her body responding without hesitation.
I don’t think; I just react, sliding my fingers between her slick folds, feeling her tremble beneath me.One finger slips inside her, and her body arches into the touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.The sound is enough to make me lose any restraint, so I push in a second finger, curling them just right, feeling her pulse around me, wet and desperate for more.
But then Dustin’s hand grips my wrist, freezing me in place.His hold is firm, commanding.“Who gave you permission to play with that pretty pussy?”His voice is low, dangerous, sending a chill down my spine.
I stop, my breath catching, the tension between us growing thicker by the second.Halsey shifts, caught between us, her breath shaky, but Dustin’s grip on me tightens.
