Chapter Six

Rowe

Abel tilts his head in silent request and Sergio obliges, stepping forward into the light to hand over his switchblade.

The girl doesn’t spot the blade at first, too focused on the man. Sergio’s body is a work of art, almost every inch of him covered in detailed beauty.

Thorned roses are the most obvious, cresting and curling around his neck, sinking lower beneath his black tee.

On his face are the delicate line work of symbols and words, each that holds meaning. The man is the best damn canvas I have.

The switchblade flicks open catching her attention; her lips part, and a garbled noise of fear hiccups from her as she fruitlessly struggles. I smirk, enjoying her attempts, it’s cute. We’re not going to hurt her though, not unless she begs us to. I really hope she does.

Wordlessly, Sergio is on his knees at her head, taking her wrists from Abel, giving him more movement in his task. A show I will no doubt enjoy, after all I am somewhat a voyeur, though I do prefer to watch when I have absolute control. Perhaps later.

With deliberate movements, Abel slowly cuts away her knickers, brushing the blunt side of the knife against her sex, leaving her squirming. He brings the destroyed remains to his nose, inhaling her scent, before putting them in his back pocket along with the borrowed knife. I shake my head as he grins over at Kai.

Abel lifts one leg, moving one of hers so he is only straddling one of her legs and begins to push at the other. The girl wriggles, trying to stop him, but it’s too late, her glistening cunt is exposed to us. I gaze at her like a man dying of thirst, and I want to demand that Abel ignore his goddamn rules. He needs to thrust his tongue inside her pussy now, but I know his stubborn arse won’t.

As I expected, he starts slowly, parting her folds and easily finding her clit. Torturously slow, he moves his fingers, not gaining momentum until she moans softly. Her reward, a quicker pace and fingers grazing her entrance.

She bites her lip, and Sergio puts both her wrists into one of his sturdy hands to remove her lip from between her teeth. We want to hear every noise this girl makes. Skimming his hand down her body, he squeezes her nipple through her clothing making her cry out.

With each cry, she is rewarded by more until Abel’s fingers deftly move within her, his thumb dragging across her clit as Sergio teases and caresses her breasts. Transfixed, I watch as her body becomes a cacophony of confusion. Whimpers of begging, though she wriggles to escape; equally her body pushes itself further into their touch. It is beautiful to watch. Her breath pants out and her eyes close as her body writhes.

Abel removes his digits from her, placing the damp fingers to her cheek, moving her face to look at him. Her lids fall open and he smirks at her dilated pupils. She had been so close to the edge, and he had known it. Sergio’s hand still wrapped around her wrists tightens slightly as he shuffles her body higher up his, so she can see things more clearly than just in her lust filled fog.

If she wants to get out. The time is now.

“Tell me to stop, Lexi, tell me no.”

Her name a reassurance from Abel’s lips. It’s the first time I have heard her name, and as I tilt my head in interest, I think it rather suits her. “But this is the last no you’ll get tonight, little mouse. After this, you’ll have to play, we’ll push you to your limits, hunt you, fuck you, maybe even hurt you.”

His words are just above a whisper, but we hear them clearly despite her moan.

“Please.”

Here comes the begging.

She’s perfect.