Shadowing Me
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“Nothing in here is gonna save you, darlin’,” he cackles.
My eyes dance to the candle and watch the wax melt and pool around the wick. He’s letting it build, and the thought of hot wax pouring all over my skin causes the hairs on my body to stand at full alert. Shadow sets the candle on my dresser and moves to the door. Where the hell does he think he is going? Oh no, he is not leaving me here like this.
He opens the door and I panic. “Shadow, no! You can’t leave me tied the fuck up!”
The door slams shut with him still in the room. “What the fuck did you call me?”
My eyes widen with his tone. Shit!
“Let me tell you somethin’. We may not be in a scene right now, but I gave two direct fucking orders. Repeat them for me now!” he roars.
I gulp and release air. “To call you Tavis and to use the color black.”
Everything in me wants to argue that he didn’t necessarily order me to use the color, but the look on his handsome, mean face keeps that argument locked down inside me.
“Yes, now shut the fuck up, for once.”
Why is that turning me on, instead of pissing me off? While I am left questioning myself, he opens the door wide, right when Smokey walks by.
Oh, fuck me sideways, really?
“What in the fuck?” Smokey questions, doing a double take.
How embarrassing is this shit.
Shadow chuckles before giving what may be an explanation to him, but not to me. “She wanted to play. Don’t worry, she likes it. Watch her for me.” He erupts in laughter as his naked ass takes off down the hallway.
He did not leave me naked, tied up, and with a sexy as hell Smokey staring at me!
That fucker knows it is only Smokey, Rap, and me on this floor. He did this shit on purpose. It is then that I realize I’m experiencing my first humiliating moment in the world of sadomasochism. That motherfucker!
Smokey leans against the doorframe and chuckles. “I must say, little Tea, that this is a sight to behold.”
I groan. This moment hurts worse than the restraints on my limbs. “Oh, shut your cocky ass up.”
And even though this moment is well beyond embarrassing, it has an intoxicating feel to it. From the fabric pulling on my legs, to the flickering candle flame, to the sexy as shit asshole standing at my door, everything about it screams hot.
Smokey lights a cig, and strolls right into my room to take a seat right in my bedroom chair.
Oh, hell no, this is not fucking happening.
“You can take your gorgeous, blond ass right on out of here.” I try to move a finger and point towards the door. Fucking restraints!
“I don’t think so, baby. You look mighty delicious, all restrained like that.” He chuckles with his smoke hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
Shit! Why on earth do I find him so delicious? Smokey has always been sexy, but right here, right now, at this very moment, I am actually thinking about it. I can’t be having this. My father would kill me if I allowed two members of Breakneck to fuck me at one time. That fantasy will have to be thrown out the window. But shit, with him staring at me like I’m his favorite brand of whiskey, it makes me want to rethink this entire situation I am in right now.
Smokey’s eyebrows shoot up like he’s read my thoughts, and I frown.
Asshole thinks he knows what I’m thinking. Okay, maybe he does, but still.
When I’m about to lose my cool, Shadow’s naked ass strolls back into my room with a book bag hanging off his shoulder.
“She’s a sight like that. Is she not.” He chuckles to Smokey.
Smokey stands, clasps Shadow in a bro hug, and turns to take one last look before agreeing with Shadow. I want to yell, “You realize, you basically hugged it out with your brother’s naked junk all up on you, right?”
“Shut the door, would ya?” Shadow laughs.
Smokey’s laughter fills the hallway as the door closes behind him.
“I fucking hate you right now,” I murmur in a low voice.
“I told you to shut the fuck up. Let’s see what we have here in my bag of pain.” He smiles at me as the satchel falls from his shoulders. The sound as he unzips it echoes in my ears.
“Humiliation, check,” I smart off.
His hand stops moving in the open bag as his gaze flies to mine. “You fuckin’ keepin’ track now? If that’s the case, I’m really gonna lay into your ass.”
Why can’t he gag me so I will quit smarting off?
“You want me to?”
Shit! I said that out loud.
I do my best to shrug.
The most sadistic smile warps across his face. His eyes darken. A growl escapes him as he reaches into his bag of tricks and pulls out a ballgag with leather straps. The sack drops to the floor, and he stalks me like a predator would his prey.
The bed dips behind me. His strong hands squeeze my cheeks together as he forces my head to the side.
“Stick your tongue out.”
I don’t question him. In the past half hour or so, I have learned my lesson with my humiliation moment, so I do as he orders.
His head drops down, and he draws my tongue into his mouth. He sucks on it like a blow pop before his tongue dives between my lips. His tongue against mine feels like velvet. He devours me, and when I moan, he growls and bites down on my tongue. I cry out, his mouth sucking my tongue once again. He repeats this process until my mouth dries out completely, and I am left panting and gasping for air. He doesn’t let me get a breath before shoving the gag into my open mouth, running the straps around my head, and clasping them in the back.