22. Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Hydessa

M y heart races in my chest at my confession, I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't want this. But I do. I can feel Abel's mask against my neck, I can hear his breath hot and heavy inside it. His grip on my throat loosens just enough to allow me to breathe more freely, but he doesn't let go entirely.

Cain's fingers trail over my newly exposed skin, each touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. His gloved hand traces the curve of my thigh, his fingers toying with the fresh cut before moving closer to the heat pooling at my core. I am hyper-aware of every sensation, every brush of fabric against my skin, every shift of weight on the bed.

The anticipation is almost unbearable.

"You heard her, brother," Abel says, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "She wants more."

Cain's hand cups my pussy, the leather over his hand is cool against my heated flesh. He slides one finger between my folds, parting them slowly, deliberately, making me squirm against the restraints. I can't help the moan that escapes my lips, the sound betraying my need.

"She's so wet," Cain murmurs, his voice filled with dark amusement. "Such a good little slut, getting all worked up for us."

Abel's voice is low and husky near my ear. "Do you like being our slut, little shadow? Do you like being at our mercy?"

I bite my lip, trying to suppress another moan, but it's useless. The pleasure is building, an unstoppable tide that threatens to drown me. "Yes," I whisper, the word barely audible.

Cain's finger slips inside me, curling upwards to find that sweet spot that makes my entire body shudder. Abel's hand tightens around my throat again, his other pressing against one of the cuts on my breast before playing with my nipples again.

"Good girl," Cain says, adding another finger, stretching me. "Let's see how much you can take."

The rhythm of his fingers increases, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me. Abel's hand moves from my breast to my sensitive clit, his fingers circling it with expert precision. My body arches against their touch, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The chains rattle with my movements, the sound mingling with the low, guttural groans from both men.

"Cum for us, little shadow," Abel whispers, his voice a dark command. "Show us how much your pussy is begging for our cocks."

The pleasure is overwhelming, a white-hot flame that consumes me from the inside out. My body shudders, every muscle tightening as I teeter on the edge. And then, with a cry, I shatter, the orgasm ripping through me with a force that leaves me breathless and trembling.

Cain's fingers continue to move inside me, drawing out every last wave until I'm spent, my body limp. Abel's hand slows its movements, his touch gentle now, almost soothing.

"There's a good girl," Abel murmurs, his mask brushing gently against my temple almost like a kiss. "You did so well."

Cain withdraws from me, his touch lingering on my thigh. "We're not done with you yet, little shadow." His voice promises more pleasure, and better yet, more pain.

I close my eyes, my breath coming in slow, ragged gasps. The fear is still there, a dark undercurrent that threads through my pleasure. But so is the arousal, the need for more. I am theirs, completely and undeniably, in this moment.

I feel Cain shifting away from me, leaving me with Abel at my back. Abel's gloved hands brush lightly up my arms before his fingers press against them, rubbing the tense muscles there. One then travels up further, opening my clenched hand and brushing against the skin of my palm. I must have cut myself with my nails without realizing. He then trails them back down to cup my breasts. It's like he can't stop touching me, like he wants to map every inch of my skin.

I hear the rustle of fabric as Cain undoes his pants, the sound sending another wave of anticipation through me. I can sense him watching me, his gaze burning with an intensity that makes my skin prickle.

"Open your eyes, little shadow," Cain commands softly.

I obey, my eyes fluttering open to see Cain's cock, hard and ready. He strokes it slowly, and the glint of neon reflected on metal has my breath catching. I've never been with anyone with a piercing before, let alone enough to look like the ornaments on a Christmas tree all lined up in a row.

"Do you want this?" he asks, his voice a seductive purr. "Do you want to feel me inside you?"

"Yes," I breathe, my eyes widening as I realize what I just said out loud. My body tenses up again as my nerves and anxiety start overwhelming me. Even without the piercings, his size would be a stretch.

I may go to the club and pretend to be my sister for a decent fuck here and there, but this is different. This isn't a fleeting fuck, these two man want to own me, and I just gave them the green light.

Cain leans forward, his gloved thumb brushing against my clit again in a soothing circle. "You're going to want to relax a bit, sweetheart, or this will hurt," he murmurs.

I try to focus on his touch, letting the pleasure distract me from the anxiety as he crawls between my legs. He positions himself at my entrance and then slowly, deliberately, begins to push inside me. The cold metal of the first piercing contrasts sharply with the heat of my body.

I clamp down on instinct, the feeling foreign and strange.

Abel's fingers pinch my nipple hard, sending a sharp jolt of pain that quickly morphs into pleasure and forces me to relax. The combination of sensations is overwhelming.

Cain pauses, giving me a moment to adjust. His thumb continues to circle my clit, coaxing my body to relax. The discomfort slowly fades, replaced by a growing need for more.

"Just a bit more," Cain whispers. "Get used to the feeling now, Hydessa, I won't always be this gentle with you."

He resumes his slow, deliberate push. I can feel my body stretching to accommodate him, each piercing creating a unique pressure that makes me gasp. Abel's fingers massage my full breasts before he squeezes, amplifying the sensations coursing through me.

My breath hitches as Cain finally fills me completely. His hands grip my hips, adjusting our positions, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough that I know I will have bruises in the morning.

"You're ours, Hydessa. Never forget that," Cain murmurs, starting a slow rhythm, each thrust measured and deliberate.

Abel lets go of me and slides out from under my body, kneeling beside me on the bed as his brother continues to thrust into me. With one hand he takes a handful of my hair, gripping it hard so he can turn my face to where he's using his other hand to pull his cock from the confines of his pants. He doesn't have all the piercings Cain has, but he still has one, right through the head currently glistening with precum.

Pain sparks along my scalp as the leather glove pulls on strands of my hair and I jerk against the chains, whimpering.

"Now, let's see how well you can please us both, little shadow," Abel murmurs, his voice low. "Don't bite or I'll choke you with more than just my cock."

When I don't open my mouth fast enough Abel pulls sharply on my hair again, making me gasp. He takes advantage of my open mouth to shove himself all the way into it, the metal of his piercing hitting the back of my throat. I gag around him and he groans, the sound echoing through the room.

Cain also groans, his hips jerking and slapping against mine. "Yes, that's it, she likes that," he growls, his rhythm getting harder, faster. The feel of the piercings moving inside me feels incredible, I've never felt anything like it before.

Abel's cock is thick and heavy against my tongue, the smoothness of his skin contrasting with the roughness of his glove as he grips my jaw with his other hand. He digs his fingers in until he has my jaw stretched wide for him. I taste the faint tang of salt and metal as I slide my tongue down his length, feeling him harden further in response.

I moan softly around him, the vibrations sending a visible shiver of pleasure through Abel's body. He tilts his head back slightly, his grip on my hair tightening even more.

"Suck it," he commands, his voice rough with desire. "Show us what a greedy little slut you are for our cocks." Forcing my head to stay in place, he thrusts deeper into my mouth.

The neon glow of both their masks dances over every surface of the room. For the first fleeting moment I wonder what the hell I'm doing, I've once again allowed myself to be pulled into this situation. These men are killers, the knife they used to slice my skin open earlier was probably the same one that took the lives of the tourists. I can feel the remnants of doubt flicker through my mind and I'm suddenly no longer in sync with their actions as my body begins to go numb.

Cain lets go of one of my hips, using that hand to slap my breast hard. "Stop thinking, little shadow," he commands.

His stinging slap reverberates through my body, snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts. My jaw flexes automatically and my teeth scrape against the tender flesh inside my mouth.

Abel gasps and he uses the tight grip he has on my hair to jerk my head back and off his cock. He brings a gloved hand to squeeze the head of himself to hold off his own climax, tilting his head at me. "Bad girl," he breathes huskily. "Are you trying to make me cum before I've felt you squeeze around me?"

His words send a shiver down my spine. I gasp as he tilts my head, forcing me to look down at what Cain is doing to me as he lifts at the back of my neck.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? Being used by us." Abel murmurs.

I whimper in response, the sensations overwhelming as Cain's piercings move inside me, every thrust driving me closer to the edge. Abel's hand relaxes, rubbing soothing circles on the sides of my neck as he strokes my cheek almost tenderly.

"Our perfect little fuck toy, I knew you would be, you were made for us," he murmurs, his voice filled with dark satisfaction.

Cain's thrusts become even more demanding, making me gasp and moan with each stroke. His free hand moves until he is once again circling my clit with his thumb. I can't help the way they make me feel. It might be wrong, but maybe I'm just not right in the head. I want this and I want it with them, even if it's just for a little while.

The sensation Cain is building with his thumb pushes me closer to the edge. Abel's hand wraps around my throat again, applying enough pressure this time to make my head spin, my breath stuttering as I gasp.

The lack of air intensifies every sensation, my body reacting wildly to the deprivation. I can feel myself tightening around him. Cain's thrusts become more erratic, his thumb pressing down on my clit with a relentless pressure that has me wanting to cry with the need to come.

Abel's grip tightens, his fingers digging into my skin as he controls my breath, my pulse, my life, with such ease. It is intoxicating and yet, terrifying the amount of trust I am giving them. Somewhere in my mind something tells me that they may be killers, but they won't kill me.

"You're ours, every breath, every gasp, and every moan from now on belongs to us," Abel murmurs, his voice a dark, seductive whisper.

I can feel myself slipping, the edge of consciousness fraying as my body tenses in anticipation.

Just as I think I might pass out, Abel releases his grip slightly, allowing a gasp of air to fill my lungs. The rush of oxygen is like a jolt of electricity, sparking through me and sending me over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me in the same way I imagine lighting envelops a tree.

Cain's hips slam into mine one last time, his own release tearing through him as he groans my name. The heat of his cum fills me, the sensation prolonging my own orgasm. I'm still trembling when Cain withdraws from me, making me whimper.

Abel wastes no time, unclipping the restraint on my arm closest to him. He rolls my body over, and my mind, still hazy with pleasure and exhaustion, barely registers what he's doing until he has my ass raised in the air and me up on my knees.

His cock slams into my pussy with a brutal force, reigniting the pleasure that had momentarily faded. He sets an instantly punishing pace, tangling his hand in my hair to press my face against the bed, bending my back painfully.

I moan softly, the sound muffled by the sheets beneath me, he isn't as thick as Cain is, but he is bigger. He fills me completely, the piercing on the end of his cock sending sparks of both pleasure and intense pain through me with each thrust as it punishes my g-spot.

His grip on my hair tightens, jerking my body up with a force that leaves me gasping. He continues to thrust into me while arching my body back as far as he can. I try to gain purchase with my free hand. The arm still secured to a cuff stretches out, the chain rattling. My other arm reaches back, trying to find something to grab ahold of, what I don't expect to get my fingers on is the mask covering his face.

The neon green mask clatters to the ground but before I can do anything, Abel has his hand wrapped around my throat again, squeezing hard with a low growl.

The red glow of Cain's mask is bright as he comes to kneel in front of me. "Give us one more, little shadow," he demands, his hands reaching out to cup and squeeze my breasts, pulling on them as Abel continues to thrust into me.

I whimper, trying to shake my head but Abel's grip doesn't let me. "I can't…" I manage to rasp out.

My body is dancing along the edge, but I can't find a way to go over it no matter how much I want to. It's like when I'm alone with myself and I just want to give up because I'm not getting there.

Abel cuts off my air almost completely, his hold tilting my head up. He is relentless, to the point that I see stars dancing along my darkened ceiling. For a moment, I wonder if I was wrong. Would they really kill me now that they have had their fun?

Teeth sink into the soft flesh of my breast and bite down hard, making my release rush towards me like a freight train. I gasp loudly when Abel loosens his grip, crying out in desperation. I'm so close, I can feel it.

"Yes, you can," Cain growls, his fingers pinching hard at my nipples. The pain is sharp and intense, forcing the orgasm out of me as if he owned my pleasure.

Abel's pace stutters while his hand simply tightens around my throat once again. Darkness edges my vision and I struggle to draw breath. My whole body feels as though it is throbbing in time with the rapid beat of my heart and it doesn't take long for my vision to go completely black, my body and mind sliding peacefully into oblivion.