16. Max

Max

16

"She's really not told anyone what we did," Mad says as we follow Violet from her dorm and across campus.

He's right. The threat we left in her room must have worked because she's kept her mouth shut. Not that I was worried she'd go to the cops or anything.

"She knows it's us. Let's just end it while we're ahead."

I shrug my shoulders, unsure what he's expecting me to say. He's well aware I'm not backing down from this. "She liked it, of course she's not going to tell. But she couldn't have been sure it was us. She'll think she let two strangers get her off."

"No, I'm serious Max. Somehow she always knows it's us. I think we might have got this wrong. You heard what James was saying to her, I think he's—"

He cuts himself off and his brows suddenly crease as he quickly asks, "Why the fuck is she going to the sports center? She doesn't work out."

I watch as Violet pushes through the large double doors leading into the front of the building and she disappears inside.

There's not a single reason why she'd be here, like Mad said, she doesn't exercise. Her body is soft and perfect as it is; it would be a shame for her to lose those curves. She's already lost weight from not looking after herself properly and barely eating.

We'll put a stop to that soon enough.

Under our care she'll do everything we tell her to. She'll eat from our hands if that's what we want.

"If she's visiting some dickwad jock, I'm going to kill him," Mad seethes through his teeth.

"We're going to kill him," I correct him, as we head through the doors.

We come to a halt as we see her up ahead, standing there with her back to us as she waits for the elevator.

If she turned around now she'd see us, our actual faces and the games would be over.

Putting the back of my hand on Mad's chest I signal for him to hold back.

We wait for her to step in and clock what floor she's going to, before we step out of sight down a corridor to our right. It leads to the stairs and we quickly run up to the third floor.

My right side is tight and uncomfortable by the time we get there, my muscles complaining from the strain I just put them through. I quickly wipe the sweat forming on my brow so Mad doesn't see and start telling me to take it easy.

I'll take it easy when we're done here and not a moment sooner.

The pain is giving me the motivation I need to carry on even if it is making it hard to distinguish between what's right and wrong anymore.

If I'm being honest, it makes it hard to think of anything. Some days the pain is so constant that it's all I can feel. That and the anger it manifests inside me.

As soon as I see the sign for what department this is, my head goes woozy and my knees buckle. Mad catches me before I drop, but I shrug him off me.

"I'm fine."

Of all the places she could have gone today she chose the goddamn physiotherapy department.

What the hell is she doing here?

I lost countless hours in places just like this as I struggled to recover after the accident. Some days I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed and go, it was only Mad that forced me to in the end. That is until I dragged him here and stopped going completely.

All that pain and I'm still not back to what I was before that night.

"Are you sure? You can sit this one out," Mad says as he absentmindedly rubs at his right elbow. When I first noticed him doing it I thought it was a nervous tic, but I realize it's our connection.

Somehow, he feels my pain.

It's nothing compared to what I've been through and still have to feel everyday. I wish he didn't have to feel any of it, but it's part of who we are.

Our bond is unbreakable.

"Once we have eyes on her, I'll be fine."

The elevator's just opposite the front desk and we wait in the stairwell, watching through the door's small window for Violet to come out.

She smiles at the receptionist who nods as she talks then gestures for her to go down the corridor past the desk.

Once she's out of sight, I open the door and we head to the desk.

"Hi, how can I help?" The receptionist asks warmly as she smiles up at us. Her eyes flicking between the pair of us before settling on Mad. She straightens her shoulders, trying to push her tits out for him, but she's not got a chance there. He doesn't spare her a first glance let alone a second.

"What did the girl you just spoke to want?" I ask.

"Umm, I don't think I can tell you that," she says with a small frown, her attention switching to me.

Mad lets out a disgruntled sigh as he pulls his wallet out from his jeans pocket and holds a fifty up between his fingers. "What's she doing here?" He asks, impatiently.

The girl looks around and over her shoulder like someone's going to jump out and arrest her if she takes it. "She booked in for a sports massage. The therapists like to practice whenever they can so I booked her in last minute."

"Someone's massaging her?" Mad shouts with disgust and I dig my elbow into his ribs, telling him to keep it down.

The girl sinks back into her chair and squeaks out, "Yes."

"Fuck my life!" Mad slams his palm down on the desk. I take his wallet from him, pull out another fifty and slide it over to her.

"What room is she in?"

"Umm," she glances at the computer screen. "Two."

"Thank you. You're not going to tell anyone about this are you?" I hold up another bill and she takes it with a shaky hand.

"No." Her voice is a tiny squeak again and I'm confident she won't tell a soul we were here.

"Great. You didn't see us." Grabbing Mad by the elbow, I push him towards the corridor. He's pulsing with rage, his muscles coiled tight and his breathing heavy.

"How can you be so calm about this?" He snaps, baring his teeth.

"I'm not." I'm far from calm, I can feel all of his anger as well as my own, but just knowing she's behind this door, waiting for her punishment for disrespecting us helps me to channel that rage.

A tall, smug looking guy comes from another room down the corridor and eyes us suspiciously as we guard door number two. "You two need something?"

"Are you the one who's planning on touching our girl?" Mad steps forward. I know he can handle himself, but this guy is much bigger than him and I'd rather not deal with a fight.

"Your girl? Dude, I'm just doing my job. If she came here looking for another man to touch her, that's your problem not mine."

Mad grabs him by the collar and shoves him into the wall. When I put my hand on his shoulder, he knows to hold the guy there rather than bash his brains in like I know he wants to.

"We're not trying to start anything, here." I open Mad's wallet again to pay him off, but it's empty of cash.

"Could have fooled me," the guy scoffs as he pushes against Mad, but even his muscle isn't enough against the power of Mad's temper.

With a sigh, I get my own wallet out. "Don't get all huffy with me because you have to use your own money this time," Mad snaps over his shoulder.

"Your money is my money." I grab a couple bills, slapping them into the guy's palm. "Just take this and get out of here."

He looks at the amount in his hand and his eyes widen. I didn't check what I actually gave him, but I'm sure it's more than enough for him to keep his mouth shut.

"Whatever, I didn't see or hear anything."

Mad lets go of his shirt and the guy shrugs his shoulders, straightening himself out before shoving the bills in his pocket and heading back where he came from. "Psychos," he mutters under his breath.

"Keep your mouth shut while we're in there, we don't have the masks," I warn Mad once the guy's out of sight and he nods. We only planned on watching her today, but we should have known she'd do something to piss us off.

Next time I'll make sure we're more than prepared for her.

The room is more like a sterile doctor's office than the seductive massage parlor I envisioned Violet waiting in.

She lies face down on a table in the middle of the room with a thin, white sheet over her that leaves nothing to the imagination. The curve of her ass is such a tempting sight.

I spot her clothes piled up on a chair behind an open changing curtain at the same time as Mad does. With a smirk he digs her panties out of the pile and puts them in his pocket. I roll my eyes at him, but he only grins wider as he wiggles his eyebrows.

How many does he have now?

I know he stashed away all the ones she left behind at home and I've walked in on him using them to jerk off way too many times.

"Umm hi," Violet says and we freeze for a second. "I've never had a massage before so I'm not sure if I'm supposed to talk or anything. The receptionist said to undress and wait under the sheet. I also wasn't sure if I was supposed to wear any underwear. I'm rambling aren't I?"

I can't believe she stripped herself bare for someone else. She wants a complete stranger to come in here and rub his hands all over her body. All over our body.

"Am I not supposed to say anything? This is kind of awkward." She shifts and the sheet slips further down her back.

I start rummaging through the cupboards, looking for anything that we can use to blindfold or restrain her with and manage to find some rolls of bandages. I toss one to Mad and he catches it as he walks in front of her.

Violet gasps as she sees his shoes through the hole of the massage table and she tries to push herself up, but he places his palm on the back of her head, holding her down. "What are you doing? I'll scream if you try anything."

Mad snorts out a laugh and she goes quiet for a second, before quietly asking, "Is it you? Both of you?"

We look at each other and I tip my chin up, telling him to lift her head.

Moving to the side of the table so he's out of her view, Mad pulls her head up just enough for me to wrap some of the bandages around her eyes.

"Please, don't!" She tries to stop me, but Mad manages to pin her arms behind her back as I finish tying the makeshift blindfold off. "I just want to talk to you both!"

I tear the sheet off her, exposing her perfect round ass to us and slap it. She yelps and tries to move away, but Mad holds her in place for me.

Fuck, this is torture not being able to say anything. I can see the strain in Mad's jaw as he stops himself from spilling every degrading word he wants her way.

"Please, say something! Maddox, Max, I hoped you would come."

If she's hoping for more like last time, that's exactly what she's going to get.

What a lucky girl.

"I want to talk to you about everything."

Mad goes back to stand in front of her head and grabs her shoulders pulling her forward until her head is off the table. He ties her wrists to the table legs and I do the same for her ankles.

She puts up some fight, but she's not screaming yet, it's like she wants us to do this.

"You don't have to tie me up. I'll keep my eyes shut if that's what you want. Just please talk to me."

There's no telling how much time we have here so we don't waste another second and both pull our cocks out.

Her pussy's off limits, for now, but that doesn't mean I can't have a taste.

As I stroke my cock, I bury my face in her ass and bite the soft flesh then move down to her pussy. It's wet, soaked already. "Please, let's just talk," she pants, but I know she wants this.

I drag my fingers through her wetness and hold them up for Mad to see. He lets out a satisfied groan then grabs her hair and lifts her head.

"What are you going to do?" Violet asks through heavy breaths and Mad answers by slapping his cock against her cheeks.

With a soft whimper, Violet opens her mouth wide for him. I watch as he slowly pushes in, his head rolling back as he holds her still and moves his hips to fuck her face gently.

As I dive back in to suck and lick at her entrance, she gets even wetter.

Is it because of my tongue or my brother's cock lodged deep in her throat?

Probably both.

Mad is right, she really is our little whore.

Desperate to be used by us, like she's our toy.

A little fuck doll made to be abused and filled full of our cocks.

"No, don't stop!" I hear Violet gasp and when I look up, I see Mad's pulled his cock from her mouth. He chuckles lowly and stands to her side then he grabs her throat, stroking it softly as he pumps his cock in his fist. With a shallow whimper he comes, coating her back in streaks of white.

"Oh, God," she cries out, her back arching, but she doesn't sound disgusted.

This is supposed to be a punishment, but she's enjoying it.

"Fuck," I whisper unable to stop myself.

"Max, it's you isn't it? Please, keep touching me."

I spank her ass and she shuts her mouth. Then I climb up onto the table and push two fingers into her pussy just up to the first knuckle.

God, she's tight.

I strum them at her entrance and she whimpers.

With a wicked grin on his face, Mad places his hands flat on her back and starts spreading his come around.

"Oh my God, Maddox. Let me taste you, I need to taste you, please, let me know it's you," she begs, but he doesn't stop massaging his come into her skin, pushing his thumbs deep into her soft flesh and rubbing his release around like he's trying to force it into each and every one of her pores.

Fuck, I want that too.

I want our come all over her body. Every dirty inch of her needs to be covered in us, inside and out.

I move my fingers faster and start stroking her clit with my thumb, as I watch him mark her.

She's a whimpering mess under our touch. I apply more pressure to her clit and she tightens around my fingers as she comes.

My own orgasm follows and I spill into my hand so I can rub it onto her ass cheeks and over her pussy until she's coated in us.

"One of you, please say something," she sobs as her body shakes with the aftershock of her orgasm. Mad looks at me and raises an eyebrow, but I shake my head.

Even if she does know it's us, the small seeds of doubt that it might not be will be what keeps her under our control.

Eventually she'll see us again, but it will be on our terms.

I push some of my come into her pussy, hoping my seed will find its way deep inside her and make her swell with my baby. Soon I'll spend every day making her take every single drop this way.

I give her pussy a slap, making her yelp then Mad and I both move to stand in front of her, to give her what she begged so nicely for.

With my hand that's not covered in come, I grab her hair and lift her head up. Her bottom lip trembles as she waits for what comes next.

I hope she's feeling sick to her stomach not knowing what that might be. She needs to know how it feels to be left completely helpless. To be left behind in the dark when the light of your life vanishes.

With a palm full of come, I tap her cheek and start smearing it all over her mouth and nose. She whimpers and whines as I cover her in it then I feel her tongue lapping at my palm as I move it over her mouth, like the thirsty little bitch she is.

"I knew it," she gasps as I take my hand away, my grip on her hair tightening.

This is meant to be our way of getting back at her, but she's winning the game too easily.

Mad takes her from me, his own come-coated fingers threading through her hair as he holds her head higher. With his other hand, he grabs her throat massaging the come in there until all of her neck is marked by him.

He doesn't stop there though.

Pinching two fingers over her nose, he waits for her to open her mouth. Once she does, he quickly moves his hand shoving four fingers in deep making her gag and lick him clean.

When he's done with her, he pulls away and her head drops down.

"Thank you," she sobs.

I take a deep breath and bite my tongue.

This girl was already buried deep under my skin, but every time she surprises me it's like another part of her connects deeper inside me.

I can feel her hammering away at the stone I've had to encase my heart in, but she's not getting through to it that easily.

Before we say or do anything that's not part of the bigger plan, I grab a pair of scissors from the desk in the corner and cut her ties, leaving her blindfold still on. Then I toss them aside and grab her shirt, wiping my hands clean on it before tossing it to Mad who does the same with a huge grin on his face.

Violet lies there, so still. I'm not sure if she's just too exhausted to move or she's waiting for us to leave first. She's a gorgeous sight like that, her plush body glistening with our come.

I open the door and Mad steps out first.

"Please, let me see you again," I hear her quietly say behind me.

My hand tightens on the door handle and I look back over my shoulder.

She's still waiting there.

This is the moment where she could get up, remove the blindfold herself and look straight at us, but she doesn't.

As fun as the game is to not have her see or hear us, a part of me wants her to fight so hard that she ruins it all.

She's had so many chances to come back to us, yet she's still not taking them. I thought she wanted us almost as much as we want her, but for some reason she won't just claim us for herself.

Looks like we'll have to do all the claiming for her.

Walking back into the room, I snatch up the pile of towels that are on the side.

I'm not going to do something stupid like take her clothes. That would mean we risk other people seeing her naked, but the least she can do is walk back to her room covered in our come.