“You can’t call a touch-deprived smut reader a good girl. That’s cheating. It’s like waving a bag of blood in front of a vampire.”
“You like monster smut. Got it,” Zeke laughs.
“We will make up for everything, Alice,” Brett says seriously. “There is no excusing us for being dumbasses and not getting the hint that you were uncomfortable. We never meant to hurt you.”
“You made me feel like I was a burden,” I say honestly. “This is not how you make up for it by the way.”
“We’re so sorry, Alice. You are not a burden. I promise,” Zeke says. His hands are resting on my thighs, and I am trying my hardest to not move. I’m trying to not think about how they can see me, including my pussy, but I can’t see them. “Also, this isn’t how we want to make up for it.”
“Then why?” I squeak out when he spreads my legs further. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because we want to watch you come apart for us, Mousey,” Zeke says. “I want to taste you.”
Zeke plunges his tongue inside my pussy before circling his tongue around my clit. His tongue flicks across my piercing and I moan far louder than I expected and arch my back. Brett covers my mouth and chuckles. “I didn’t expect that from you, mousy girl. I can’t wait to hear you scream for us.”
“She’s pierced,” Zeke says as he grabs my piercing with his fingers and twists it just enough that it forces another moan. I am sensitive enough as it is with that thing, but they have me so worked up that it’s just adding to how intense everything feels. “Time?”
“Three minutes left,” Brett says as he uncovers my mouth. One of them pulls the scarf off me and I open my eyes, trying to blink away the blur. Zeke looks absolutely feral as he leans down to put his hands beside my head,
“You understand that you lost, yes?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I need a real answer. No being a brat about it and forcing yourself into something you don’t want to do. I’m going to be blunt with you, because it is really fucking important that you understand.” he says, and I nod for him to continue. “Do you want us to stop? If you say no, I’m going to make you come until you can’t take it anymore, then we are going to fuck you. We are both pierced. We are a lot to handle, and you will without a doubt be sore when we are done with you, but we will take care of you. Wewill clean and dress you before we take you back to your apartment. Understand that our aftercare might be excessive, but it’s needed after what we will do to you.”
“I’m going to be really fucking disappointed if you don’t live up to that hype,” I say and Zeke smiles. “I don’t want you to stop.”
Brett pulls me up slightly and unhooks my bra before pulling it away from me. “God, woman. Have any other hidden piercings?” Zeke says when he sees that my nipples are pierced. I smirk and stick out my tongue so he can see that my tongue is also pierced. “Fuck… I’m going to have fun pulling out every little freaky secret of yours.”
Zeke moves me up on the bed some before kissing my thigh. As soon as I relax, he bites my inner thigh. Brett covers my mouth as a moan slips free. I have no doubt that he just bruised me. I don’t know how he guessed that I am into pain like that, but my legs tremble when he nips my other thigh. Brett is kneading my breasts. He grabs one of the piercings and twists, making me moan louder.
“We could get her off without even touching that sweet little pussy,” Zeke says before twisting the other nipple. I whimper and squirm, but he puts his hand on my lower belly and pushes me onto the bed. Zeke and Brett take to kissing and biting me all over my chest, thighs, and breasts. At some point, the timer goes off and they shut it off without hardly pausing. I am mumbling against their hand, begging them to touch me.
Brett takes his hand off my mouth and leans down to look at me. “What is it, Mousey?”
“You two are fucking torturing me. Please make me come,” I say breathlessly.
“Have you been a good girl?” he asks. “Do you deserve to come?”
“Yes,” I groan when Zeke bites my inner thigh inches from my now pulsating pussy.
“How badly do you want it?” Zeke asks.
“Bad. Please, Zeke,” I beg. “Fuck. What the fuck is wrong with me?”
“Aht. Don’t do that. Don’t shame yourself out of pleasure,” Zeke says as he grabs my clit piercing and twists it as Brett covers my mouth in time for me to moan loudly. I dramatically arch my back and groan when he doesn’t let up. Just as my orgasm is about to break, he stops. My whine is practically a sob, and my body is aching for a release. Brett uncovers my mouth and kisses me softly. “You’re loud as fuck,” he says sweetly. “I love it.”
“Now… How badly do you want it?” Zeke asks again.
“Are you going to edge me every time I’m mean to myself?” I ask.
“Yes. you wanna try it again, and see?”
“No,” I whine. “Please, Zeke. For the love of Christ… Please make me come.”
“Okay,” he smiles before moving to the bed beside me. “But I want you sitting on my face.”
“Zeke, please don’t do this to me. I don’t even talk half the time, and you expect me to just sit on your face?” I complain.