Plaything: A Dark Romance Page 5

  Isabella had a lot to prove.

  Chapter 6

  What the fuck.

  Those three words echoed through my tired mind as I felt myself being penetrated from both ends. It didn't feel real - this was just some insanely screwed up dream that I'd wake up from eventually. I was almost numb, and the feeling of being filled was nowhere near as gratifying as it'd been last night.

  The two men who had kidnapped me where now apparently in charge of fucking me, as per Anders's increasingly strange demands. According to him, this was a test of loyalty, though I failed to see how. Anders and I had only met last night - we weren't in any sort of relationship, and I wasn't at all obligated to be loyal to him in any way, shape, or form.

  And yet, somewhere in his beautiful, twisted mind...he'd gotten the idea that I was now his property. That thought sickened me. Or rather, the way that thought made me feel sickened me. The thought of such a gorgeous, powerful, dangerous man owning me was certainly appealing. In fact, even thinking about it right now...I was getting kinda turned on.

  If I just imagined that Ivan's dick was actually Anders's...maybe I could get through this.

  But then it hit me - Anders had essentially told me that he planned on murdering me if I dared cum from any man's cock but his own. That took the whole possession thing to new levels of weird, and I was absolutely not a fan of that idea. Thankfully, the men in charge of fucking the loyalty out of me weren't lookers in any sense of the word.

  Viktor, the man whose cock was currently making me gag, was the taller one of the two. He appeared to be about twice Anders's age, and his cock in my mouth made me feel as though I might throw up, and even though Anders might find that amusing, I wasn't prepared to risk my life over something that stupid.

  Ivan, the man whose cock was currently ramming against my uterus without any sense of subtlety or expertise whatsoever, was smaller and thicker. He looked to be about halfway between the ages of Anders and Viktor, if I had to guess. I hadn't gotten a good look at his dick, but from the way it felt, it was stubby and warped and not as satisfying as Anders's had been.

  Preventing myself from cumming was going to be an easy feat.

  Ivan's thrusts sped up, and though Anders had made me melt with just two fingers earlier, I could already feel my pussy starting to dry up from lack of arousal. Viktor's dick was making me choke, and I was altogether feeling pretty fucking uncomfortable right now. I glanced to the side and caught sight of Anders.

  He was absolutely stunning in the looks department. That tousled blond hair, those icy blue eyes, that sinister little half grin...I knew there were a million things wrong with the way I felt about him, but after last night, I wasn't so sure that I'd be able to escape from this situation that easily. He was tempting, and if he wanted me to stay by his side, I wasn't sure that I'd be able to refuse.

  As soon as I realized that looking at him was making me increasingly horny, I averted my gaze. My task was to sit through a session of rough sex without cumming, and I was doing a damn good job of that so far. Viktor's cock twitched in my mouth, and I heard him moan out something in a language I couldn't recognize.

  His hands tightened in my hair, and without a proper warning, his hot seed was spilling down my throat and into my stomach. I wanted to puke, but I repressed my gag reflex as I reluctantly swallowed the most bitter cum I'd ever tasted. This seemed to satisfy him, and he dragged that sloppy dick out of my mouth, allowing it to flop back against his thigh.

  "Good girl, good girl-" Viktor breathed, his voice hoarse and shudder-inducing as he ran that wrinkled hand through my hair. Anders cleared his throat, and suddenly the hand retracted. Some small, twisted part of me was very pleased - perhaps Anders was trying to tell his underlings that he was the only one allowed to touch me in such an affectionate manner.

  It really made me feel good about myself, and I turned my head to look at him again. I was quite startled by the expression plastered onto his face - fuck, he looked pissed off. I'd never seen him so livid, not even when I'd refused that luxury drug he'd offered me last night. His blue eyes had seemingly turned green with envy, and knowing that I had this amount of power over him delighted me.

  Behind me I heard raspy grunts, and I knew that Ivan was nearing his climax. I tightened my walls, clamping down on his dick, and he yelled out in pleasure - I felt something warm shoot inside of me, and the sensation made me sick. I grimaced, feeling violated, and grabbed at the carpet beneath my hands in desperation.

  Ivan pulled his dick out of me, and I sighed with relief. Finally being rid of those disgusting appendages was refreshing.

  "Good, good. You're doing well, Isabella. However, it's not over yet." Anders's smooth, seductive voice sounded so delicious in comparison to the rough growls of his cronies. Instinctively, I sat back on my knees, turning to face him. I felt like a slave in his presence, but it only made me wetter - this man had made all my fantasies into reality last night, and I was desperate for him to do it again.

  "Alright, boys - one more time. Don't hold back - Isabella's a tough girl."

  I gave Anders a look of despair, not knowing if I'd be able to survive another onslaught of his henchmen's cocks inside of me. He simply shrugged, hand still resting precariously on that trusty gun of his. I hoped that he wasn't actually planning on killing me - and that delicious-looking boner in his pants would definitely come in handy if I had to convince him to let me live.

  The men switched places - I was now face-to-face with Ivan, whose portly belly was hanging out from under his shirt. He made me want to retch - but for the sake of the challenge, I faced him as politely as I possibly could. Anders was worth this. No, survival was worth this!

  Ivan's large hands were suddenly gripping my shoulders with a harshness that actually hurt, but I tried not to make a sound. He shoved me roughly onto the carpet, and suddenly, I felt completely powerless. I heard Anders's heartless cackles in the background, and it broke my heart. Perhaps he really had intended to kill me all along, and this was just some sort of sick, pre-death torture show.

  Ivan hovered above me, grinning a lopsided smile with not quite enough teeth. He smelled awful, like alcohol and unwashed skin. His dick was already hard again, and it stood up stupidly between his chubby legs. I felt my lip curl upward in disgust, and suddenly, his mouth was on mine. That sickening, bitter-tasting tongue of his was invading me, and I felt as though I might cry.

  It was wet, it was disgusting, it was far too intimate - somehow it was worse than the blowjob, worse than the forced sex. My eyes were screwed shut, trying to block out the sensations. I felt his hot breath come out through his nostrils and onto my face. I wanted to push him off, I wanted him to get the fuck away from me-

  And then, a gunshot was all I heard. Ivan was off me, having scurried backwards. I glanced over at the only person with a gun in the general vicinity. Anders's gun was pointed towards the ceiling, and his icy eyes were pointed at Ivan, who had apparently broken some unspoken rule of sorts.

  "None of that. Absolutely none of that."

  "What, no kissing? Come on, you're being ridiculous, we're just gonna kill her anyways-"

  "None of that. My word is final."

  "Fine, fine..."

  I almost started to laugh when I realized that Anders's jealousy had gotten to the point where these men weren't even allowed to kiss me. He really was pretty immature underneath it all, wasn't he? I concealed my smiled behind my hand, wiping off the saliva Ivan had left on my lips.

  "Anything else is fair game." Anders conceded, leaning back and putting his gun down.

  Ivan nodded, and before long, he was straddling my waist. His weight nearly knocked the wind out of me, but I managed to retain my composure.

  "Tits together." He barked, and I could only obey. Using my hands, I squeezed them together. Ivan grinned down at me, pressing the tip of his dick between my breasts. I wanted to scream, it was so revolting. His expression, his scent, the feeling of his cock between my tits - i
t was all too much for me. I leaned back, shut my eyes, and tried my best to go to my happy place.

  I felt a hot tongue press at my pussy, and though I knew it was Viktor, my mind could only imagine it being Anders. Anders licking at my clit, Anders sliding his tongue inside me - I could ignore the horrid titfuck if it meant Anders was eating me out. My thighs quivered, and that tongue began to feel better and better. Ivan's moans above me took away from the atmosphere, but my pussy was still throbbing.

  It couldn't have been Viktor between my legs - that tongue was far too skilled to belong to a pig of man like him. It must've been Anders - at any rate, I wasn't planning on opening my eyes anytime soon. God, the way it circled my clit like that - fuck, Anders - that feels amazing-

  "Fuck-" I panted, my hips grinding down against that magical tongue. "More-"

  The tongue gave me more - it slid inside me. I felt Anders's lip rubbing against my clit as his tongue searched for sensitive spots within me. I was crying out with pleasure, completely forgetting Viktor and Ivan's faces as I succumbed to how good this felt.

  "Stop-" Came a voice.

  "No, don't stop-" I panted.

  "Stop-"

  "Stop-"

  A gunshot.

  "Alright. Out. Now."

  I opened my eyes. Viktor and Ivan were hurriedly pulling up their pants, shuffling out of the room. Anders loomed over me, looking absolutely livid. That hadn't been his tongue, it'd been Viktor's, and I'd almost reached orgasm because of it. I knew I'd failed the challenge, and I wilted beneath that terrifying gaze, readying myself to be murdered.

  "Isabella."

  I didn't respond. I knew that he was going to kill me, and I didn't see any point in dragging it out. I laid back, wrists up near my shoulders in a sign of submission. Anders knelt down beside me, and gave me an unreadable look. His gun was still on the sofa - I was safe for the time being, but he could grab it at any moment and blow my fucking head off.

  However, what Anders did next actually surprised me - he leaned over my naked, violated body and kissed me deeply. His mouth moved against mine perfectly, unlike Ivan's disgusting kiss, which had been all spit, all teeth, all tongue. Anders was skilled, his lips fitting together perfectly with mine. His hands locked themselves over my wrists, and despite it not being logical, I could practically feel myself falling for him.

  When he pulled away, he looked pained. I decided to pop the question that would mean life or death for me.

  "Did I fail the challenge?"

  "Fuck the challenge. It was...it was an excuse for me to kill you. Get me riled up enough to go through with it. But I realized I can't do it, Isabella. I can't kill you."

  My eyebrows shot up - so it'd been a pointless exercise, a ruse of sorts. He'd never intended for me to succeed, he'd only ever intended to kill me. I felt humiliated for having gone along with it so willingly, and I felt like slapping him.

  "You...you obeyed me perfectly, though. Right up until the end."

  "Well, if I'm being honest - Viktor's tongue...I was imagining that it was yours."

  "Is that so?" Anders laughed. My heart was so conflicted, but right now, I was thinking with my pussy. He must not have been in the clearest of mindsets either, however, seeing as his next statement was one borne of lust and desire.

  "Well...let me show you what that'd really feel like. I'll bet you anything that I'm better than Viktor at stuff like this." He grinned, and my whole body tense up in anticipation. He kissed down my stomach, his hands running down my sides. Every touch was like lightning - my body twitched and trembled under his fingers, and I'm sure he found that more than a little gratifying.

  Slowly, slowly, teasingly, his kisses moved to just above my pussy. I arched my hips up, trying to get some sort of relief, but he pinned my hips down firmly, asserting his dominance. I was throbbing for him, dripping for him, and I knew that I was addicted - there was no way I'd be able to escape now, Anders was far too great of a temptation.

  He kissed along my inner thighs, and I whined - I needed satisfaction, but my punishment for having moaned over Viktor's tongue seemed to be ruthless teasing.

  It was torturous, and the closer he got to my pussy, the louder my cries of desperation came. I howled, toes curling as his lips grazed my swollen clit. He looked up at me, his bright blue eyes darker than usual due to his blown-out pupils, and I could've hit orgasm right then and there, just from how he looked at me.

  But I held back, biting my lip in order to remain as silent as possible, and soon I was rewarded. He licked delicately at my clit, swirling the tip of his tongue around it in circles before flicking it lightly. He leaned down, kissing it and taking it into his mouth. I screamed in pleasure, and he held me down firmly to keep my hips from bucking against my will.

  Two fingers entered me as he continued to lick at my clit, and the stimulation was too much. I was panting, I was sweating - my whole body was flushed a shade of pink. My breasts heaved as I tried in vain to catch my breath, my thighs trembled as my muscles tightened. I wouldn't be able to last much longer, and Anders knew it.

  He was smiling when he pulled away, leaving me frustrated. He sat up, and I realized that he planned on leaving me like this - what an asshole! I propped myself up on my elbows, almost crying from how desperate I was to cum. Judging by that smug grin on his face, he intended to take advantage of me in my current muddled state.

  "Isabella-"

  "Please, Anders, let me cum-"

  "Just listen to me. I'll let you cum if you listen to my offer."

  I nodded as much as my neck would allow - I'd do anything to be able to cum. He was definitely enjoying seeing me reduced to this, seeing as he started chuckling at me. I wanted to slap him, but I knew that I had to listen to this 'offer' of his.

  "Be my bitch."

  "What's that supposed to mean-"

  "You take my orders. Let me fuck you whenever I want. Do as I say. In return, I'll make sure you're taken care of."

  I wasn't in any mindset that would allow me to ponder the logistics of this offer - rather, the absence of immediate danger and death enticed me. I nodded rapidly, and Anders's features broke into a genuine grin.

  "Alright then, it's settled. You'll be my bitch."

  "Yeah, I will, I will- now hurry up and make me cum."

  "As you wish."

  Chapter 7

  I was writhing beneath Anders, whose tongue was most certainly not of this world. I was melting under his touch, ascending to another plane of existence. He held my thighs open and kissed at my clit incessantly, fucking me with his fingers until my body just couldn't take it anymore - I shuddered, suddenly racked with spasms.

  I cried out his name - in that moment, I was his bitch, and no one could ever hope to say otherwise. My walls clamped over his fingers, my legs shuddering and back arching into the carpet. It was all too much, and it was such a relief to feel the stress of the day physically melt away with my orgasm.

  I basked in the afterglow for god knows how long, and Anders had to lift me up, princess style, in order to get my limp body off of the floor and onto the couch, alongside that worrying gun of his. Thankfully, he set it aside, placing it gently onto the table he'd pushed away to make room for that awful initiation.

  He sat next to me, allowing me to lay my head in his lap. It was a peaceful moment, one of pure, unfiltered bliss. The implications of the 'offer' I'd agreed to hadn't sunk in yet, and I was far too tired to regain any semblance of rationality. Anders seemed fine with my vegetative state, seeing as he was busying himself with stroking my hair.

  "Isabella, will you really be my bitch?" He asked, voice tinged with an amusing layer of disbelief. His fingers felt so damn good running through my hair, so good that I almost forgave him for snapping me out of my stupor. I opened my eyes, looking up into his. He was dangerous, but he knew how to please me like no other man ever could. I would most certainly be his bitch, if it meant that there was a steady supply of sex in store for me.

 
"Yeah. I will." I answered, enjoying the way his eyes widened. It was obvious that was was surprised - who wouldn't be? I was a pretty ordinary girl in every sense of the word - surely I wasn't unhinged enough to actually go along with his twisted plans, right?

  "Why?" He asked, and there was no real answer I could've given him that wouldn't have made me sound completely and utterly stupid.

  "Because...well, no man has ever made me feel the way you make me feel." I admitted bashfully, cheeks heating up at that little comment, though embarrassment seemed wildly out of place in this oddball situation. I shut my eyes again, though Anders quickly attempted to pry them open again. I swatted his hand away, conceding and allowing my eyes to flutter back open.

  "What do you mean?" He pressed, and I knew what he wanted me to say. I could just hear the smirk in his voice, that smug air - he wanted me to feed into his ego some more. After remembering how perfect my orgasm had been, I decided that he was deserving of a little praise.

  "You're amazing in bed."

  "But is that enough of a reason to stay with a man like me?"

  "You'll kill me if I leave."

  "I could kill you if you stay, too - but you seem to trust me."

  "That's because there's something about you that I like."

  Anders seemed baffled by this concession of information. When I opened my eyes to look up at him, seeing as he'd been silent for a little too long, I almost laughed at the expression that had settled on his face. One eyebrow straight, one cocked - mouth hanging open in disbelief. It was comical, and if I had had my phone with me, I would have taken a picture of it.

  "Well...at any rate, if you really are going to be my bitch, there's one last challenge I need to put you through." He murmured, not meeting my gaze. The seriousness with which he admitted this made me shiver - if even Anders of all people seemed worried about something, it must be utterly terrifying. I wondered what sort of challenge he was implying.