Julian
I watched my little bruja walk out of the building like her ass was on fire. I stayed there frozen like I had just looked into the eyes of Medusa. I couldn't move for what felt like hours, how could I when that little bruja altered my whole fucking world in one single moment. I needed to maintain my control and every bit of restraint to stay rooted in place.
All I wanted was to go after her, but I couldn't. I can't. I don't even know what I'm feeling. Two brunettes walk up to me, Summer and Alice, they are members here too and both enjoy the lower level as much as I do. I've fucked them a few times, separately and together and yet the thought of fucking either of them right now makes my skin crawl in disgust.
", are you here to see me?" says one of them. I'm not even paying attention to who it was that said it. They both sound exactly the same with their high irritating fucking voice.
"Let's go downstairs, baby," says the other, a few seconds later. All I can think about is erasing the encounter from my mind, and wishing I could repeat the experience all over again.
Reluctantly I take her extended hand, waiting for some sort of sign that this is a good idea, an answer that never comes as I let them both distract the burning desire to leave and find my little mu?eca to play with.
Summer wraps a delicate hand around my arm, as Alice holds onto the other all the way down to my room in the basement. As the highest membership, which is only offered to a very select group of individuals, I have my own room here that is set up with everything I need to fit my needs.
As we pass the threshold of my dark room, you see every one of my favorite chains and leather toys on display. There's a swing on the left of the bed, the bed itself has a frame that is perfect for adding restraints and to the right, there is a dresser full of vibrators, plugs of every variety, along with a knife collection, candles, lube and clamps. The club is responsible to resupply with fresh toys if they are used to be sure it's ready for the next partner that joins.
I take a seat at the single loveseat chair in the corner of the room, as the girls make their way to the large king-sized bed.
"Will you not be joining us?" Summer pouts, while Alice giggles and removes every piece of clothes she had on. Her nipples harden as she glides her hands over them and pushes her tiny perky tits up for Summer to lick.
"Restrain her," I command Alice. I really don't want the questions right now. Even as I watch them, my dick remains soft. Fuck, what the fuck did she do to me?
"Use the ball gag too while you're at it," I add. Alice makes her way to the dresser opening a few different drawers to pull out the ropes and the black gag. She quickly makes her way to the bed and begins helping Summer out of her own clothes. She attempts to make it look seductive and I grit my teeth at the disgust and uninterest I am having towards my two favorite toys, or at least they were.
Alice untangles the rope and slowly makes her way over the left side of the bed, naturally tying her wrists to the frame before making her way to her ankle and then doing the same to the other side. I watch the movements but my mind is still in the spell that Sierra fucking Garrison put me under.
Alice climbs over Summer, placing gentle kisses along her inner thigh and up her flat stomach and chest. She spreads her legs around her slim waist as she reaches for where she left the leather bound to place in her mouth.
Finally, some sort of silence, without her fake moans and million questions.
I palm the outline of my dick through my slacks, willing myself to get hard, to feel something towards the sinful acts being made as Alice starts moving down Summers' body and licking her wet pussy. Her mouth closes over her entrance leaving Summer a squirming mess in her restraints.
Still nothing.
I grip at the short strands of hair on the back of my neck as best I can. Growling in frustration that even the pain isn't working. The girls are lost in their own world, completely oblivious to my internal dilemma.
How can one kiss change everything I know? How can one kiss with the bruja of my nightmares take from me the one pleasure I've always had. I think I hate her more than I did before, the need to slaughter through my frustrations is boiling to the point that I may just explode.
Alice has her mouth on Summer's clit, while her fingers go in and out her wet cunt. The act itself should be hot as hell. A few moments go by before Summer squirts all over the sheets and April's face. I groan, bringing my palm down my face at my body's reaction. My cock is soft and no amount of pain will help harden me. Not like the way I was when Sierra put her lips on mine.
The way our blood mingled together in our mouths with the taste of our drinks, and of each other was the hottest thing I have ever fucking felt. And here I am, again feeling shit I have never felt and not feeling the way I want towards a potential fucking threesome.
Well, this isn't working, so fuck this bullshit.
I abruptly stand up and walk up to the door. Turning around, I say, "Keep the room, be sure they clean it on the way out." And I continue on my war path straight to Betty. No one attempts to talk. No one attempts to stop me. The walk out is a complete blur until I've reached my car, and fuck, I am practically foaming at the mouth with how fucking pissed I am.
Is it too late to go on a killing spree? I already killed a man tonight, but I may need to kill a few more. Stepping inside my car, I turn on the ignition, the roar of Betty's engine soothes me.Calming me to the point of reason, at least for a moment. I start driving, without a destination in mind.
So, explain to me how I ended up parked by that fucking dive bar, knowing full well that my little mu?eca is home. I sit there for a single second, contemplating life before I turn the car off, turn on the jammer that Ry got me and go straight to the back door. I need to make sure she can't see that I broke in. That would fucking ruin the surprise when I decide to reveal myself.
I take out my black leather cover case full of my lock picks of every variety, taking out two from the pouch I slowly return it and make my move. I quickly wiggle the picks around the keyhole until I hear the click of the door unlocking. That was too easy .
I walk through the threshold carefully locking the door once again before continuing my walk through the bar. I know she has an apartment upstairs, what I don't know is where the door to it is. I know it's not around the bar area, just in case people try to break in. No, it's somewhere near her office or the kitchen. I look around a little longer, finding the door and very carefully opening it enough to let me inside.
I really hope she isn't a light sleeper . I'm careful going up the stairs, creeping up the steps like a fucking ghost that barely touches the ground. The silence is unnerving, until I step inside the apartment. It's like the air from my lungs evaporated the moment they land on Sierra curled up on her bed, in sheer black lingerie with fucking garters on hugging a few pillows.
I palm my dick against the fabric of my pants, I'm fucking hard at the sight of her. I step inside, moving closer so I can see her clearly in the dark room. Her porcelain skin is like a canvas that I want to paint in blood. I can't help this fucking reaction, and at this fucking moment I just want the release of what she's done to me.
Looking around the room, I find a pair of her blue panties near her hamper and quickly but very quietly unzip my pants and shove them down. Next time, I'll leave the evidence for her to find.
Shoving my boxers down, my cock springs free from its restraints. Precum covers my slit, and I gently rub my thumb over it. Debating on whether or not I should rub it over her lips so she can taste me for the rest of the night. Next time.
I wrap my hands around my length, the barbells from my Jacob's ladder rub against my palm as I stroke up and down. I glance down at the little bruja, her tangled blonde hair frames her hair so elegantly that I wish I could fucking ruin her the way she ruined me. Warmth starts to spread along my lower abdomen, as I continue my movements. You'll count them when I take you bruja. You'll count my piercings as I break you.
As I stroke my cock rapidly, a surge of pleasure builds. My swollen, throbbing shaft is slick with the precum I continue to spread. Holding the blue panties in my other hand, I place them over just the tip as I continue. I feel an intense, aching feeling in my balls' spreads throughout my body. My cock throbs and pulses against my calloused hands. I can't stop this sensation that has won me over. It's more powerful than I've ever felt. A rough groan escapes me as a surge of cum erupts, coating the blue fabric.
Fuck . What the fuck is wrong with me?
Sierra moves around in her bed, still sound asleep with an arm and leg wrapped around her pillow. Her hips start to thrust, and I pause for a moment to see that she's grinding her sweet pussy so softly that you can barely tell. Fuck, what is she dreaming about that has her this worked up?
The thoughts of her fucking some man in her dream has me ready to pounce on her just to wake her ass up. I'm tempted to never let her sleep just so she can't dream of any other man for the rest of her wicked little life.
Pulling both my pants and boxers back on, I adjust my thickening cock before I really make good at my promises to hate fuck her for what she's turned me into. Her little spells can't protect her from me. I turn around and walk towards the entry that leads to the stairwell, when I catch a glimpse of silver hidden beneath what looks like a pair of black clothes.
Walking towards it, I reach out and move the clothes away to catch a better look.
Well, well, well. It looks like this little bruja is a bad one. I grab the silver blade in my hand, the edges have been freshly sharpened, the blade completely spotless in the darkness of the room. As I go to place it down, a mask catches my attention. A plain white ski mask sits underneath the pile of clothes.
Consider me intrigued, little bruja .