“Don’t move,” Alex commanded with such force that I didn’t dare disobey. I held my breath, still as stone at the tone in his voice. He fisted the shirt that was over my eyes, pulling it away from my face, and ripped it straight through, bottom to top. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust and register what I was seeing. Alex’s dark features were ominous as he stood over me and held a knife in his hand. He hadn’t ripped the shirt; he had sliced it. The edge of his lips twitched up at the shocked expression I wore as he trailed the knife back down my chest. I gasped as he slipped the blade under the small piece of fabric that connected the cups of my bra, then jerked the blade upward, cutting it in half. He continued on, his nimble fingers making a quick slice through each of the straps, then sliding the bra out from under my back and throwing it to the ground.
I was now naked, wrists bound, on Alex’s bed as he lazily flipped the knife over back and forth in his hand. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, fear mixed with a rush of arousal. Damien sat at my feet, watching but not yet participating. I waited for Alex to put the knife back now that my clothes were off, but he didn’t. He sat on the edge of the bed next to me and brought the knife back to my body. Gently, so gently, he slid the sharp blade across my skin, over my hips, up my stomach, making slow passes back and forth across my sensitive body. Thin pink lines arose on my skin, but he didn’t press quite hard enough to draw blood. My heart raced, and I wasn’t sure whether it was from fear, lust, or anticipation. Maybe a mix of all three. But I couldn’t look away as he dragged the knife to my breast, tracing around in wide circles that slowly spiraled toward my nipple.
I whimpered as the cool blade brushed across my nipple that was already hard and sensitive, willing myself to keep still as Damien slid his fingers through the slickness between my legs and began rubbing small, slow circles at the apex of my thighs. Fuck.
The gazes of both men were unwavering and hungry as they took in my naked body, my hips grinding against Damien’s fingers and needing more. I closed my eyes and savored the building pressure in my body as Alex used the cold knife to caress my body. He brought the knife back to my nipple and flicked it lightly with the dull side of the knife. Fuck. He did it again, then again and again, switching to my other nipple and repeating the process, then dragged the knife down my middle and over my stomach, pressing down slightly. I whimpered at the sharp pain, trying desperately not to grind my hips into the knife while Damien’s fingers were moving inside of me. My breathing grew rapid as my orgasm took hold of my body. Almost.
They stopped. Damien’s hand drew away from me, and Alex had taken a step backward. “What the hell?” I pouted.
Alex let out a low, rough laugh, his inky black hair falling into his eyes. “Oh, it’s much too soon for that. There’s still so much we need to do before we let you come. Don’t want you to tire out too quickly.” The casual, arrogant look on his face shadowed something darker, more predatory.
“Plus,” added Damien from his spot at the foot of the bed, “this time, I get to fuck you.” The usual playful spark in his eyes had manifested into something wicked and wild.
“Then do it.” It was much easier to be bold when there wasn’t a knife being held to my naked body, though I couldn’t say that it was all bad.
“Mmm, so eager. I love it,” Damien said, quickly shifting to his knees and placing his hands on either side of me. I pulled at the ropes holding my wrists to the bed frame. He chuckled as he stared down at me. “But, you’ll have to wait.”
He moved back down to the end of the bed and shoved my thighs apart, dipping his head to my pussy and licking all the way up the slit. A gasp escaped me as his tongue circled my clit and his beard scratched against my inner thighs. Seconds later, he slipped two fingers inside again, stretching me, bending them back and forth and rubbing against me in just the right spot. “Fuck,” he muttered, lifting his head slightly, “your cunt tastes so good.”
I could only moan in response as he continued his steady work on my pussy with his fingers and tongue. Again, I could feel the fire spreading through me, and my eyes closed as the feeling built. Fuck, I was going to . . .
“Damien, stop,” Alex growled. Damien obliged, propping himself up on his elbows and giving me a wicked smile as he licked his lips. I whined in response. These men were going to be the death of me.
“Please.” My breathing was ragged and the word was barely a whisper as I locked eyes with Damien.
“Please what?”
“Please, fuck me. Let me come. You’re driving me insane.”
Damien raised his eyebrows at Alex, who gave him an approving nod. He pulled off his shirt, revealing those damn near-perfect muscles. The admiration in my eyes must have been evident, because he not-so-subtly flexed his arms and chest in response to my stare. “Liking the show?” he teased.
I rolled my eyes. “Wow, I think your ego might be bigger than your dick—and that’s a pretty impressive feat.”
He said nothing in response. Instead, he slid off his jeans and let his massive erection spring free. Holy shit. I had already forgotten how big he was. His lips twitched at the expression on my face as he straddled me on the bed and eased himself between my legs.
He gripped his cock with one hand and dipped it into my pussy, which was now throbbing with need, sliding it up the slit and rubbing his tip on my clit. It felt incredible, but I needed him inside me and he knew it.
I thrusted my hips to him as much as I could manage, considering I had no leverage from my hands or arms.
“Aww, so needy,” Damien taunted. “You’ve just been dying to have my cock, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.