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She did this to herself, yet again. The girl must love getting punished.
“You took away my last break, now this one. I fucking did it. I DID IT!” She shouts. I tune it out, not letting it bother me. Hudson, on the other hand, doesn’t take kindly to it. “Shout at us again and I will have Hudson get the wand out. He has been dying to use it on you. We will get the wand out and you will never fucking come again in your life. Understood?”
She doesn’t respond. I bet she is vibrating at this point.
And soon, she will be vibrating under and on top of us.
31
HUDSON
Color me surprised. Here I was getting ready for a night out with some guys not on the team. I hadn’t seen them in a while and was looking forward to a crazy night of chaos. Maybe try giving fucking another go without picturing Banks with my cum all over her tits. But this is so much fucking better.
The agent I don’t have has a call set for tomorrow to discuss my possible options. I let him know I want to sign out of college, so he has been casually putting feelers out. I haven't told Landon yet. I will once I know more, like possible teams who may have interest in me. No need to get him excited yet.
The guy wants to own his own tattoo shop and do art. He can do that from anywhere. Where I go, he goes and vice versa. That has always been our rule. Then we can raise our middle fingers up at our father and officially cut every tie left to the evil bastard.
Landon will have to keep our Banksy Boo quiet during that, or I will have to dip out to my car. Can’t have my agent who is not my agent, knowing we like to kidnap our team advisor regularly.
Banks has given us the silent treatment since we snatched her. Not that it bothers us.
Looking back at her when we pull up to the house, I see her arms are crossed and she has a cute little pout on her face. “You did this to yourself?—”
She interrupts me, “I have heard all of this before. But I am not going back into that fucking basement!” Banks says, seething. Her eyes are screaming murder. This is going to be fun, I chuckle at the thought.
“No, sweet Banksy, we have bigger plans than the basement this time. Don’t we, brother?” My eyes remain on her, how her body reacts to every single one of my words. The chill that moved up her spine, the hitch in her breath, the slight squirm she does with her hips. I see you, Banksy.
“She has no fucking idea how bad it will be this time for her. She will be punished accordingly for the crime committed. Failure to communicate, that’s a big infraction.” Landon taunts.
Her eyes move between us, unsure what is to come . I stay sitting in the passenger seat, as Landon gets out and opens the back door. Wasting no time, he grabs her leg and drags her toward him. Banks tries to grab a hold of the backseat, but it’s too late and he is too strong to be stopped.
Before he takes her out of the car fully, he grips her face with his hand. “Fight me. I dare you.”
Then, she does something which shocks the shit out of me, she spits at him. I mean a full on ‘fuck you’ hate spit directly onto his left eye. Biting my fist, I wait for his next move.
Blinking a couple times, he uses the back of his hand to wipe it away. “You like when we mark you, Banks? Because you won’t like this next one.” Landon promises, turning his head slightly as anger radiates off him.
She doesn’t cower from it, Banksy sits up, getting directly in his face. “Sounds fun.”
My dick is hard, pushing against my pants. This is so fucking hot. She is playing our games. She is matching our depravity. Or at least she’s trying to, and its a fucking good effort.
In the blink of an eye, Landon has her over his shoulder again. She doesn’t fight it. Instead, Banksy goes limp, like this is a completely boring experience.
I am so turned on.
Getting out of the Rover, I rush behind them as we head inside. He takes her upstairs and walks toward his room, “Get the wand.”
Rushing to my room and rummaging through all my shit, I find it, along with this new pinwheel attachment I purchased. I have been itching to use this on her. I ordered it too late, it didn’t arrive in time the last time Banksy was here.
This pinwheel attachment needs to be used on her pale skin. It’s supposed to feel like a knife cutting the skin or intense burns when each sharp points roll across the skin, hot sparks flicker from each spike. If you don’t get off from pain, then it’s purely for torture.
I rush into my brother's room with it. He has her on his bed, she still isn’t fighting. Which is pissing him off. Landon grabs the ropes from when she was here last time and begins to tie her up. Banksy looks over at me and winks. She’s getting off on pissing him off. Sneaky little minx.
I plug in the wand and show it to her. Based on the wide-eyed look on her face, her heart must have dropped into her stomach. Then I place the new pinwheel attachment on it, and her head begins shaking. Banksy tries to get out of the restraints, her arms pulling against them, but they are too tightly done around her tiny wrists to escape.
“Yeah, not so fucking funny anymore, is it?” Landon says as he does the final tie around her ankle. He walks up the bed, leans over and whispers. “Open.” She presses her lips tightly together.
Landon grips her face, forcing her mouth to open slightly, then spits in it. “Sweetheart, you really should have behaved back in the car. But you always have to make shit worse for yourself.” He tsks.
