“Put her on me, please, Heath. I’m fucking dying here,” Eddie says. He thrusts his hips, his bulging erection pointing toward the ceiling. He’s out of his mind with lust, and his eyes appear wild in the silver light creeping in through the open windows. “I’ll take her ass, or her mouth, anything!” he begs. “I’d even take yours!”
“Eddie, let’s be honest, if anyone is taking anyone’s ass tonight, it would be me taking yours. You exude bottom energy. I mean, look at that tiny pecker. Can you even make a woman come with that thing?”
“How about you just fucking watch,” I yell. My voice falters because I’m coming again, falling apart on Heath’s erection, my pussy clenching and milking his cock like a hand.
“I’m gonna come inside you, baby,” Heath croons. “I’m going to fill her pussy with cum, Eddie, so full that she’ll be dripping with it. Maybe if you’re a good boy and beg, she’ll let some drip into your bitch mouth so you can taste how good we are together.”
“You’re so good, so fucking perfect,” Heath moans as his orgasm escapes him. His hot seed unloads inside me as he spurts ribbons of cum and jerks with every wave of pleasure that rakes through him. “Look at my little sister, Eddie. Look at her taking her brother's cum.”
“Come on, guys, just a little suck. I’ll even take a hand job,” Eddie says eagerly. There’s an edge to his voice that arrives from knowing we’re satisfied, and he might be left out of the game entirely.
Heath pulls out of me and slaps my ass affectionately.
He pulls out a cigarette, taking a drag and moving methodically toward Eddie, one torturous step at a time, eyes never leaving him. “Stick your tongue out, Eddie. I want to give you a little taste. Isn’t that what people always do after they eat? Give the dog some scraps?”
In my life, I’ve never seen Eddie obey an order as quickly as does for Heath.
“Such a good boy, Eddie. I think you deserve a little treat.” Heath fists his dick moving it closer to Eddie’s mouth, which opens wide to receive him. But it’s his hand with the cigarette that moves forward, and he extinguishes the ember on Eddie’s tongue. “I’ll give you a hand job instead, you fucking rapist,” Heath says as he steps to Eddie, raising his fist..
“Come on now, Heath,” Eddie says, his voice laced with fear. His eyes go wide when he realizes the cigarette wasn’t the worst thing Heath could do to him and he’s in no position to negotiate. “That’s just role-playing between a married couple, Heath,” he chokes.
Heath is immovable, unstoppable. He stalks to Eddie’s and winds up, laying an incredibly forceful punch to Eddie’s testicles. Eddie yodels and tries to writhe in pain, attempting to curl into a fetal position and protect himself from Heath’s fists, but can only jerk and squirm in his restraints. Heath returns to my side of the bed and removes the same knife he used on the beach. He drags the blade along my skin, making a superficial cut that leaks ruby droplets that run down my skin. “You see that, Eddie, not only does her heart and cunt belong to me, so does the rest of her body.” My eyes fall to my chest as Heath takes a finger dipped in my blood and paints his initials onto my flesh as if signing his very own work of art. He stares at his artwork, observing it, unsure if it’s complete before digging the blade into my flesh and actually carving his initials over the bloody letters on my skin. Then he cradles my face in his palm, still holding the knife now stained with my blood. The pain should be sharp, yet all I can focus on is the heat and devotion in the depths of his eyes.
“I’m never letting you go again. I’ll kill us both, Kat, before I live another day without you. You’re mine, Kat. You’ve always been mine. You’ll wear my initials on your skin like a brand, the same ones you’ve placed on my heart.” He brings the blade to my sex. “Push some of that cum out for me, baby.”
I flex, and our mingled arousal drips and clouds his sharp blade. He lifts the knife, a vicious smile crossing his face, one that even frightens me.
“Open your mouth, Eddie.”
“Heath, come on, man,” Eddie protests, thrashing in his restraints. Heath ignores him and plugs Eddie’s nostrils until his mouth opens, and he gasps for breath.
With a single flick, Heath slashes the blade from one side of Eddie’s mouth to the other, tearing his face into a wide, bloody, and grotesque Joker’s smile.
“Did you think I would let you touch her again?”
Tears stream down Eddie’s face, and I don’t realize Heath has cut out his tongue until it flops to the floor like gutted innards coated in slaughter blood.