Chapter 8
Sebastian slips out after a while and I hazard a glimpse at his eyes. They are gleaming with mischievous intent and I know something bad is about to happen.
“Get up here and join us, Jonathan,” he starts, confirming my gut instincts. “Have you ever spit-roasted a woman? Bitches love being stuffed on both ends. Condoms are on the nightstand if you want to use one.”
“This wasn't part of our deal,” Jonathan says in a steady voice.
“It is now,” Sebastian goes on. “We fuck her together or no deal at all. The choice is yours, my friend.”
Jonathan’s gaze now locks with mine and I simply nod, there's no going back now.
He sighs deeply as he realizes the predicament, slowly stands and reaches for a condom. I watch him pull his limp cock free from his jeans and it takes forever for him to achieve an erection. I start to go to him to help, but Sebastian pulls me back, exercising his dominance over both of us and when Jonathan finally slides on the condom, Sebastian's cool voice fills the room again.
“Get up on the table, Miranda. I'll fuck her mouth. You fuck her cunt,” he instructs and we are at his mercy at this point.
I lay face-up on the table with my head hanging at one end and my butt hanging off the other. A moment later, I feel Jonathan stand in front of my widespread legs, his eyes dark and unfathomable.
Sebastian walks to the other end and stuffs his steely cock deep inside my mouth, reaching the back of my throat right from the get-go while Jonathan pushes slowly inside my core. His thrusts are soft and shallow, contradicting the crude manner in which my stepbrother abuses my mouth. Hate, disgust, and anger war with lust, depravity, and pleasure as I feel myself gush around Jonathan’s cock that is now fully erect.
“What's the matter, man?" Sebastian says after a few seconds. “Is that how you fuck her at home? Christ!” he laughs, “no wonder she's the most depraved slut I've ever known!”
“Screw you,” Jonathan bellows, his voice hard and unrecognizable.
“Welcome to the real world, Jonathan,” he taunts. “Now fuck her like a man or I'll make this the longest night of your entire life.”
And he does. They both do. Grunts are mixed with deep growls and low moans and I am lost in the sensation of Sebastian’s ruthless face fucking and Jonathan’s punishing thrusts. When Sebastian's cum finally hits the back of my throat, a nauseating feeling engulfs me and I want to spit his release back on his face. Instead, I fight back the urge with my last ounce of restraint and obediently swallow. Jonathan reaches what appears to be an unsatisfactory climax a good ten minutes later, and in the meantime, Sebastian is the one who has now become the voyeur.
I lay in place impassively until Jonathan slips out of me and tucks himself back into his pants, while Sebastian takes a drag from his cigarette watching us both with a gleam in his eye. I make work of getting back into my clothes, my eyes never leaving Jonathan’s face.
“Grab your purse, Miranda. We’re leaving. Our debt is settled. Isn’t that right, Sebastian?”
“Absolutely,” Sebastian says, the wicked smile never leaving his face.
Jonathan takes my hand and half-drags me out of Sebastian's apartment, slamming the door shut behind us without another word.
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The ride back to my apartment is sheer torture as neither of us dares to speak about what just happened and I feel the tension rising with every passing second. When we’re finally home, Jonathan heads straight to the bathroom, and the sound of him retching is like nails driven straight through my heart. I walk toward him and stop near the closed door but I don’t dare go in. I should have been prepared for this. I brought this on us.
The toilet flushes before the door swings open and I’m suddenly standing face-to-face with him. His skin is ashen and his eyes are dull and the only thing I can do is move aside, too frightened to even speak a single word of sympathy.
“You came back there, didn’t you? While he was inside you?” he says a second later, his back turned to me.
I am mortified by his question, but I will not lie to him. Not any more. “Yes,” I simply say while he shuffles away from me and falls onto the pull-out couch in the living room.
And suddenly I am at a loss. I feel as though a steel wall has been erected between the two of us and there’s nothing we can do to bring it down. I head for the shower, replaying the whole scene in my mind, and wishing I’d never met Sebastian again. Sometime later I lay in bed knowing neither of us is going to sleep a wink tonight.