“I don’t think I’m trapped; I know I am,” she replies defiantly. Easton’s already seething, and if she doesn’t watch herself, she’ll be in for a world of hurt. Even though I’m angry, I’m not as short-tempered as him. “I’m tired of being treated like crap, like a slave to your needs.” Her lip curls with anger, and I want to bite it. Taste her anger on my tongue.
Easton glares at me over his shoulder, and I know what he wants. He wants to subdue her, show her just how vile we can be. I also know that he’s looking for my permission, he wants to make sure that I am with him on this. Unfortunately for Stella, I am.
Giving him a slight nod, I watch as the corner of his mouth tucks upward, forming a diabolical smirk.
“You know what I think?” Easton asks in a low tone, “I think we’ve been treating you too well. We’ve been giving you too much freedom. I don’t think we’ve been treating you like a slave, but maybe we should. Maybe that’s exactly what you want or better yet need?”
Even from across the room, I can see Stella shaking on the bed. Her back is against the headboard, and her legs are pulled up to her chest. Her body language tells me she is scared, but when I look into her steel-gray eyes, I can see something more hiding right beneath the surface… desire. She wants this, but she’s just too damned ashamed and afraid to admit it. Lucky for her, we know her body better than even she does.
“I think you are right, Easton. This might be exactly what she needs.”
“No,” Stella whimpers like a wounded animal as she scoots closer to the headboard, pressing her back against it like she can get away from us. It’s too late for that now, there is no escaping us anymore, maybe there never was.
Walking around the bed, her eyes jump between Easton and me. He gets a pair of handcuffs from his drawer while I stalk around the bed like a predator. There was only one other time Stella has seen me like this, and that’s the first night we met. Up until this point, I’ve never had a reason to show this side of myself.
When I’m right beside the bed, her eyes lock on mine, and I know she sees it too.
Fear overcomes her, and she tries to make a run for it. Leaping off the bed, she tries to get past me, but I’m much quicker than her. Easton is by our side the next instant, and together, we start taking her clothing off. Her arms are flailing, and her legs are kicking as she tries to fight us, but we overcome her with ease.
Grabbing her arms, I pull them behind her back, and Easton slaps the handcuffs on her wrists. When she is completely naked and even more helpless than before, I drop her on the bed face first so we can take our own clothes off.
“I hate you,” she mumbles into the mattress, attempting to crawl away. Tossing my shirt to the floor, I land a hard slap to her bare ass. A gasp of pleasure slips past her lips.
“No, you don’t,” Easton answers. “And maybe that’s the problem. Maybe we need to give you a real reason to feel that way.”
Both naked now, we crawl onto the bed. Stella tries to wiggle away, but I grab her ankle and pull her back toward me. Easton grabs her other ankle and does the same, spreading her wide as he does.
“Of course, you’re wet,” I say when I see her arousal glistening on the folds of her pussy.
Easton is already holding the lube in his hand. Opening the top, he squirts a good amount on her ass cheek before closing the cap and tossing the container away. Using my free hand, I rub the liquid into her skin, moving between her legs as I do. I leave my thumb pressed against her tight asshole, massaging it, but like the lioness that she is, she fights us, doing her best to keep her legs closed.
“You better relax that ass for us, or this is going to really hurt,” I tell her just as I push my thumb inside, forcing the tight ring of muscles to give way. She groans and arches her back into my touch while I push my thumb deeper and deeper. I pump it in and out a few times, before pulling away and replacing it with two fingers. I stretch her, preparing her for Easton’s cock.
Easton and I both watch as her ass swallows my fingers beautifully. The lube making them slide in and out with ease.
“I think she’s ready,” Easton says, sounding every bit as impatient as I am right now. He lies down next to her on the mattress, and motions for me to hand her to him. Grabbing her hips, I hoist her up and flip her around, so she is facing me.