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“So red and pretty. Your skin is a perfect canvas.”
“Okay, there, Doctor Creepy. That’s enough of that.” I keep my tone light, but sometimes I get the scary realization that these guys have oceans of depravity deep enough to drown in.
He laughs and trails a finger through my swollen folds. “You like it, too, Duchess. You’re so wet we won’t even need lube.”
“Why would you need lube to fuck me?” I ask.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Kukla.”
“You’re not?”
I turn to look over my shoulder and see his hand disappear with the hairbrush in it.
“This is big and thick, but it’s round and smooth. I want to see your pussy take it for me.”
Does he mean…? No, he can’t. Not the damn hairbrush handle. Oh, God no way –
The handle nudges at my entrance, smooth, cool, and unyielding. Holy crap, he’s going to stick that thing in me.
“I want to see this sticking out of your pussy.” He laughs and spanks my ass once with the flat of his hand. “It will look so hot.”
“Why don’t you stick it in your ass?” I snarl.
“Oh, if you want to, you can. But after I fuck your cunt with it.”
For a moment I can only replay the words. “You’d really let me fuck your ass with the degrading object of my choice?” I ask.
He leans over me and blows a hot rush of breath over my ear. “I wouldn’t just let you, my doll. I’d like it.”
He bites my ear on the word ‘like,’ and I yelp.
Well, this is an interesting turn of events. I find I’m not exactly averse to the idea. After all, fair’s fair, and what’s good for the goose and all that.
“For now, though, let’s focus on you, huh, Duchess?”
He pushes the handle in farther, and I groan. It feels good, but all I can picture is how it looks. I am exposed like this, and suddenly I feel self-conscious. I tug at the restraints, but he chuckles. “Ah, ah, Kukla, no escaping.”
“Kirill,” I moan as he pumps it in and out of me.
The noises it makes are mortifying.
“God, that’s the fucking hottest thing I have ever seen,” Kirill breathes.
There’s no scorn in his voice, only a degree of awe, and it takes some of my building mortification away … a little.
“The things you all do are so depraved,” I say as he reaches around with his other hand.
He starts to play with my clit, and I find myself lost for words. He’s fucking me so well with that filthy thing and using his fingers so well on my clit that I’m suddenly lost. I know I’m going to come, and even though I don’t want to, I can’t hold back.
I lose it with a cry as I buck back against the thing inside me and pull on the restraints.
“That’s it, come around your hairbrush, Duchess. Not so high and mighty now, huh?”
“Fuck you,” I gasp as the last waves subside.
“No, I fucked you.” He’s triumphant now. The awe is gone, and the asshole is firmly back in place.
I get it, this is a punishment of sorts because he feels left out. If only these three men could find the most basic of words to talk through their emotions, they’d save a fortune in future therapy fees, but they can’t, and so they act out their hurt. On me.
