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He grins, “So, tell me, are your Lords meeting your expectations?”
I shrug, “They are doing okay. I expected more...I don't know, depravity, humiliation...you know...the things bad boys like you do to their victims. You're actually pretty tame, but it's working for me, I guess.”
I never see them move, but suddenly Fynn and Jett surround me as I sit on the edge of Oakley's bed, “We have been a little preoccupied trying to keep you safe, but we can't have you thinking that we are less than your expectations,” Jett states.
“Fuck, Little Saint, if you only knew half the things that we've been wanting to do to you...and with you. You may want to run,” Fynn's eyes are dark and full of want as he clenches his jaw. He grabs the hair at the back of my head, “If you want depravity and humiliation, then we are at your fucking service. No more stopping when we embarrass you in public. If we want to talk about your slutty pussy or how much of a slut you are for our cocks, and others are around to hear it, so be it.”
“Fynn...” I whimper.
“What's wrong, Saint? Are you rethinking your wants?” He runs his tongue over his lips, “That's too bad because now that we know what they are, we will give you everything you need. Believe me, Little Saint; you will never want for anything again.”
His mouth crashes against mine brutally. Biting and sucking. Taking what he wants and not caring if it's hurting me is precisely what I need them all to do. My core throbs from his attack, but he pulls away, leaving me needy and desperate.
“How's that cunt, Kitty Cat? Is it wanting to be filled again already?” Oakley asks me, and I know I should be ashamed, but there is no room for it when it's the four of us.
“Yes...” I reply while staring into Fynn's eyes.
“Lock the door, Jett,” Oakley orders his friend.
“No!” I cry out as Fynn's hand tightens in my hair, “You need to take it easy, Oakley.”
Even in my state, I try to do the right thing to make sure Oakley is okay, but he has other plans. Ones that are about to give me a lesson in exhibitionism while letting him enjoy being the voyeur. It won't really count, watching his friends fuck me, but it's a start, and it still turns me on.
“Bend her over the bed and spit roast our little slut, boys. Take turns at each end and leave her dripping with cum,” Oakley's tone is thick with lust as he instructs his friends on what to do to me.
Fynn gives me his sinister smile as he uses my hair and lifts me from where I sit. Placing a light kiss on my lips, he stares into my eyes, “Here we go, Little Saint,” he waits for just a brief second as if he's giving me a chance to change my mind, but all I do is wet my lips and give a slight nod, ready for whatever they are going to do me.
I'm thrown over theend of the bed, and my bottoms are yanked down, “Ah, traces from your little tryst earlier are still evident,” Fynn chuckles.
“I know I said we weren't going to fuck you, Kitty Cat, not until you're cleared, but fuck that,” Oakley's grin is a devilish one, “If you bleed, you bleed. No more mister nice Lords.”
“We have been too lenient with you, my Lovely Little Lina. It's time we go back to taking whatever we want, and you giving us permission to do so...well, let's just say... game on,” Jett unzips his jeans, “I would love nothing more than to hear you scream, but I want that filthy mouth around my cock more.”
I'm expecting to feel Fynn's cock thrust into me, so I'm surprised when it's his tongue I feel first. I moan as he pulls my opening apart and shoves his tongue deep inside. The tip of his nose tickles my ass hole the deeper he goes.
“Oh fuck...” I moan.
“Why don't you tell them what you did earlier, Kitty Cat?” I turn my head and see Oakley staring at his best friend while he tongue fucks me, “I bet it will only make them fuck you harder.”
I whimper at the thought. I am worried about my wound during this little fuck session. I didn't want to tell them because I knew how they would react, but the rope rappelling down the building irritated it. Luckily, it didn't break any stitches, and it didn't bleed again, but it is a bit sore. However, what they are doing to me, or what they are going to do to me, is very much welcomed, and the fact that they don't care if I bleed only makes the thrill of it better. Call me twisted, but I'll bleed for these men any day.
Oakley said I didn't have to tell them, and I believe him that he won't say anything, but it's like he said, it will only make them hornier, which will only make them take me harder. When I feel Fynn push the tip of a finger into my tight pucker, I moan and fuck myself back onto it.
“Such a greedy little slut aren't you?” Oakley grins, “Just like earlier...”
Biting my lip, I take a deep breath and just let go, “Like when you watched me fuck myself with my father's letter opener?”
Fynn freezes in his ministrations and growls, “Fuck, Little Saint! You got off with a letter opener?”
“Not just any,” Oakley never takes his eyes off me, “It was one of the thick-handled ones with the Lord's dagger and skull inside the resin handle. She fucked the Lords of Sin's crest into her.”
“I think I've tasted enough of this dirty snatch,” Fynn grunts, and that's when I feel it; his cock lining up to my pussy. I wait in aching anticipation. He grabs my hands and holds them at my lower back, “Take this, my filthy little slut.”
He slams into me and doesn't stop. He fucks me hard and fast, the bed wheels scraping as they get pushed across the floor. He stops momentarily and lifts one leg and then the other, so my knees rest on the edge of the bed, opening me up nice and wide.
“What the fuck are you waiting for, Jett?” Oakley scowls at his friend, “Fuck that dirty mouth; make her take your whole length until she cries.”
There's my cruel Lord, the one I've been waiting for. Yes, he's been a douchebag, but this is the one I've been waiting for. I want them to take what they want. Maybe we needed time to form a certain bond before they let loose and showed me their true nature because these Lords here...are the ones I expected from the beginning.
