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“Welcome home, whore.”
Soren
As I take a step back, I can’t help but admire the stunning sight before me. Gail, our beautiful Gail, looks so fucking stunning with her hands cuffed behind her back, the necklace we gave her resting against her creamy skin, and her growing belly. The room is dimly lit, casting a sensual glow on her flushed skin, and the black silk of her blindfold Mickey’s sliding over her eyes to replace his hand adds an air of mystery to her innocent demeanor.
“Such a good whore,” I praise her, my voice low and guttural. I run a finger down her spine, reveling in the goosebumps that erupt in its wake.
The sound of her breath, shallow and quickening, fills the room—a subtle symphony to my arousal. I can’t help but grin, feeling my excitement build as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, a murmur of protest escaping her lips. The restraint in her voice tells me everything; she doesn’t really want us to stop.
“Wh-why are you guys here?” Gail’s question is laced with confusion, barely audible over the pounding of my heart in my ears.
Mickey chuckles, his breath warm on her neck. “You ask too many questions, sweetheart.”
“Answer me,” she demands, her voice stronger now but still betraying the thrum of curiosity beneath her defiance.
“Maybe we’ll answer you if you answer us first,” I say, locking eyes with Mickey over Gail’s bound form. There’s a silent agreement between us, she doesn’t get answers until she tells us the truth.
“Are you going to play nice for us, Gail?” I lean closer, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, and I feel her shiver in response.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, the anticipation, the need, almost palpable in the confined space. It’s a delicious moment, one where every second stretches out indefinitely, filled with promise and desire. And in that moment, I know. I know she craves this as much as we do, the surrender, the unraveling of control. The game’s just begun, and already, I can tell it’s going to be one hell of a ride.
“Fine,” she finally surrenders, her voice a soft whisper in the stillness. “What do you want to know?”
Mickey and I exchange a triumphant look. We’ve won the first round, but we both know there’s a long way to go. “Tell us, Gail,” Mickey purrs, his hands still gently squeezing her nipples, “how do you really feel about us?”
She tenses, as if she hadn’t expected that particular question. But then, the truth is, Gail’s always been terrible at hiding her emotions. She’s a goddamn open book, and it’s one of the reasons we’re so drawn to her. “I…I…” she stammers, and I see the moment the realization hits her.
I push Gail’s body down onto the plush rug, my hands firm on her shoulders, anchoring her to the spot. Mickey’s behind her, his silver eyes glinting with mischief as he watches me assert our claim.
“Tell us you love us, Gail,” I demand, and there’s a tremor in my voice that mirrors the quake in my chest. It’s not just about control; it’s about the raw, desperate need to hear the words that’ll shatter the last barrier between us.
“You two are insane,” she breathes out, but there’s no real bite to her words, just a smoky undertone that tells me she’s caught in the same tempest we are.
“Insanely in love with you,” Mickey murmurs, sitting down behind her, his lips hovering just above the curve of her neck.
I crouch down in front of her. “Admit it, baby. You want this… us.” My fingers graze the necklace we gave her, the metal cool against her heated skin. The symbol of our connection, our possession, our promise of forever—if only she’d let it be.
“Want doesn’t mean love,” she counters weakly, but the arch of her back betrays her, pressing into Mickey’s touch like a flower seeking sunlight. She’s blooming under our care, and damn if it isn’t the most beautiful sight.
“Doesn’t it?” Mickey’s voice is a husky whisper, his hands now cupping her breasts through her clothes, thumbs circling her peaked nipples. Her moan is soft, involuntary, music to our ears. “Every sigh, every whimper, every time you come undone beneath us—it speaks of love, sweetheart.”
“Stop playing games,” she demands, even as she throws her head back, resting it on Mickey’s shoulder and pushing her tits harder against his hands.
“Isn’t life just a series of games, Gail?” I retort, my hand sliding down her belly, feeling the slight rounding. A thrill runs through me, possessive and fierce. “And the stakes here, they’re high. But oh, the rewards…”
“Say it, Gail,” Mickey urges, his mouth finally descending to claim the tender skin of her neck, teeth grazing lightly before soothing the sting with his tongue. “Say you love us, and we’ll give you everything—every fantasy, every pleasure, every dark desire you’re too scared to admit. The life you want.”
She squirms, caught between our bodies, our wills. “Fuck,” she whispers, and there’s a crack in her armor, a sliver of light that beckons us to break through.
“Exactly,” I say, leaning in to capture her lips with mine, a promise and a plea all rolled into one. “Now tell us, Gail. Tell us what we already know.”
Her breath hitches, and I can feel the surrender trembling on the edge of her lips. We hover there, in the space between confession and denial, waiting for the words that might just change everything.
“Tell us,” Mickey growls against her skin, a gentle bite following the command, and I know she’s close, so damn close to spilling the truth we’ve known since she left, but were too blinded to see while we still had her.
“Tell us,” I echo, my voice rough with the weight of my own longing, my own need to hear her say it.
I change my position from crouching to kneeling, reaching for her boots. My fingers curl around the zipper, tugging it down. “Let’s get you more comfortable, whore,” I murmur, keeping my voice low, laced with the kind of authority that makes her shiver.
