Fatal Attraction (Love Kills Duet #2)

22. Twenty Two

Twenty Two

Charlotte

W e started five minutes ago, and I’d be lying if I said the thought of being watched like this didn’t make me a jittering ball of nerves. I’d been exposed plenty of times—my body, I mean—but I’d never been put on display like this, like I'd just landed the lead role in some low budget porno where the audience were the directors.

Aside from the red spotlight barreling atop the Alaskan bed, the bright light and fullness from Spike’s cock in my throat making my eyes water, it was more or less pitch black in here, so I really couldn’t see worth a shit. At least thirty or more chairs were spaced out in the dark, all of them occupied by half-naked members. Men were stroking their cocks and multiple women had their fingers knuckle deep inside their swollen cunts before we’d ever started.

More people must have piled in since then because aside from myself, all I could hear was raucous curses, heavy breathing, skin slapping against skin, and people quietly nattering amongst each other.

I knew he was here though.

My stalker.

I didn’t know how to explain it other than there was a random chill that had nothing to do with the temperature snaking down my spine.

I whimpered against Spike’s cock as I glanced up at him through my cat mask, his green eyes wide and full of adoration as he stared down at me, his breath ragged. Under me and feasting greedily on my pussy was Phoenix, and I moaned louder when he clenched my hips harder and began rocking me back and forth, urging me to ride his face like a professional cowgirl.

“That’s it, baby,” Spike muttered as he grasped the back of my head, forcing me to swallow his cock down to his balls. Another whimper tore through my throat from his piercings dragging against the roof of my mouth. “Choke on Daddy’s cock.”

He held me in place for a while, far longer than I was used to, and I desperately slapped against his bare thigh with one hand, begging for air when he wouldn’t ease up. Black spots danced around the corners of my eyes, and it wasn’t until I thought I’d choke to death when he finally withdrew, allowing me to heave in sharp, greedy breaths. Just when I thought he wouldn’t give me time to recover, he unexpectedly grasped a mound of curls and then tugged my head up, locking eyes with me through our masks. My back reactively arched when his mouth dove down and met mine in a deep, core melting kiss.

“Faster, Princess,” he demanded, his tongue flicking out and gliding teasingly across my bottom lip. “Work those hips and smother his face with that perfect pussy.”

I did as commanded, earning a pleasurable groan from Phoenix that had my body zinging with intoxicating desire and heat burrowing low in my stomach. Each flick from his tongue was like heaven to my overloaded senses, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out when that heat wildly swept through my body, bathing me in a river of exhilarating fire.

I came hard, mewling when his grip tightened even harder around my thighs, forbidding me to move. Phoenix continued his feast, driving me into another intense orgasm and moaning in pure ecstasy as he drank down every drop I had to give.

Spike kissed me again, just to abruptly pull back with his head cocked as I whispered, “He’s here. I-I can feel it.”

Phoenix must have heard me because he quickly raised my bottom half up and then slid off the bed. Spike’s fingers wrapped around my jaw and as he kissed me again, he mumbled, “Everything is going to be okay,” under his breath.

I wanted to believe it. I really did.

But deep down I was scared, terrified over what would transpire after tonight. I still hadn’t said those three little words to them yet, and just in case I may never have another chance like this to say it, I swallowed hard and then brushed my lips against Spike’s jaw, moving to his ear.

“I love you, Spike.”

He pulled away at my words, his eyes swelling and lips parting like he frankly hadn’t expected to hear them.

“I love you too, Charlotte.” His hand lifted and rested against my cheek. His thumb stroked my skin softly as he cracked a smile. “Always and forever.”

I smiled back, resting my hand over his, then guided his palm toward my mouth, kissing it. As I twisted around to face Phoenix, my smile fell when I saw he was gone.

Wait… What happened?

Where the hell did he go?

The lights went out then, submerging the Red Room in an endless void of darkness. Confused and frightened whispers floated through the air, and I quickly grabbed onto Spike as I began to panic, my heart thumping wildly behind my ribs.

“Spike,” I uneasily muttered, but he didn’t respond. A second later the light came back on and had shifted over to the black swing attached to the ceiling. I blew out an insanely hard breath when I found Phoenix standing behind it with his beautiful cock stiff and ready, begging for attention as he made a few extra adjustments to the wrist and thigh restraints.

“Come on, Princess,” Spike murmured, taking my hand in his and guiding me off the bed. “Let’s go have some more fun.”

I caught a small glimpse of the grin on his face when I got to my feet and headed that way, perfectly aware of what he meant by the word ‘fun.’ I knew it was going to hurt, so to block those thoughts, I wandered over to Phoenix and pressed my lips roughly against his, whispering “I love you,” in his ear.

“Oh, Princess.” He let out a sigh and shut his eyes, his smile making my heart soar. Then he swept me up in his arms, popping kisses down my neck and across my jawline, making me moan softly. “I love you, too. So fucking much.”

A hand wrapped around my arm and twirled me around, tugging me in front of the swing. “Get in,” Spike demanded in his gruff voice, and I complied, sitting down and watching as he lifted one leg up and hefted my thigh securely in the strap before tentatively moving on to the other. Instead of letting me grip the handles overhead for support, Phoenix took my wrist and then slid it inside the strap next to it, tightly binding me in place. By the time he was finished with the other hand—and aside from being able to somewhat move my legs—I was completely immobile and vulnerably bare.

My heart skipped a few beats when Phoenix grabbed ahold of my waist and angled my ass toward his cock.

Fuck, fuck, fuck .

“Breathe,” he said as his head moved closer to my neck, his mouth popping tender, spine tingling kisses down it as Spike moved over to a small section of the room which was partially illuminated and had a shelf stockpiled full of lube, amongst other things.

He came back and handed a small bottle of lube to Phoenix, who eagerly opened it up and squirted some in his palm, coating my tight rosette with it.

The bottle fell to the floor, and I squeezed my eyes shut, reminding myself to breathe as Phoenix lifted me closer to him, his cock nudging against my asshole.

And then he breached me, sliding in so quick and fast it’d literally stolen my breath away. The pain slammed into me as he tunneled deeper, suddenly remembering his length and size, minus the piercings. It was so brutal and unwelcoming that tears uncontrollably spilled down my cheeks.

“It’s okay, baby.” Spike kissed each tear away, my body trembling and hands yanking frantically against the binds.

As a distraction, he slid two fingers inside my pussy and hooked them against my sweet spot, making my eyes roll back.

“That’s it,” he praised through a smile. “It’s almost over. Focus on my fingers inside your pussy and nothing else.”

And so, I did.

And fucking thankfully, it worked.

Before I knew it, Phoenix was buried balls deep inside my ass, moaning softly inside my ear.

My pussy quivered in response.

“Fuck her ass,” Spike commanded as he suddenly stepped back, his head cocked. “I want to drink every bit of her. Do you understand me?”

“Fuck,” whined Phoenix, who began moving in and out of my ass gently, the discomfort making me hiss a little. “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s our good little boy.”

Phoenix moaned again, moving slowly so I’d adjust. It was still painful, damn near unbearable, but after Spike began working his fingers faster—harder—inside me, the pain receded and I was practically a mewling mess, grinding against Spike’s fingers and begging for more.

In a blink his fingers were gone, and I was being shifted forward, Phoenix moving in tandem as he halted his thrusts. Spike ran his cock along my pussy, slithering it through my juices, and then pierced me hard with a loud, feral groan.

There was nothing I could do to stop it no matter how hard I’d tried. The second Spike impaled me and his ladder furiously licked against my walls, my body reacted and I came undone, spewing Spike chest to cock with my cum.

“ Oh my GOD ,” I screamed.

The audience moaned their approval, some begging for more and there were others who’d cried out, cursing as they came with their partners.

Phoenix didn’t stop though, and neither did Spike. They both found a thrilling rhythm and continued to fuck me until I was screaming in pleasure and squirting like a broken faucet.

Spike slipped out of me fast and then and crouched down, slapping my pussy multiple times with his hand and his mouth open, catching and drinking every bit of my cum.

I was a boneless, quivering mess by the time I came down from the high. Phoenix’s cock twitched in my ass and as I stared down at Spike, he’d made a beautiful mess all over the floor.

My chest heaved, my breathing sharp and aching in my lungs.

But still, Spike wasn’t done with me.

My back arched when his tongue slid across my sensitive clit, his lips suctioning hard around that sacred spot. My hips bucked, and if it wasn’t for Phoenix kissing along my neck and teasing my nipples, pinching and tugging them torturously between his fingers, I’d have tapped out.

“Please,” I begged, unable to move thanks to my hands and thighs stuck inside this goddamn swing. “It-it’s too sensitive. I-I can’t—FUCK!”

My eyes rolled back, and another waterfall poured from my pussy. Phoenix groaned softly in my ear as Spike swallowed down every drop he could catch, standing with a smug smirk on his face.

“Beautiful.” His hand curled around my nape, and he licked his lips, tugging me closer to him. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”

Phoenix started unbinding my wrists, kissing the sensitive skin behind my ear when he was done. “Meet me at the wheel. It’s my turn now.”

“Phoenix—” Spike started, but it was too late. The lights went out, and Spike cursed angrily as he began blindly trying to free my thighs, finally succeeding when the room briefly lit up, the red light trained on the spinwheel. Phoenix was already there and was standing against it, leaning down to secure the belt straps around his ankles. After locking his right hand in place, he glanced at us with the other raised, beckoning us forward.

Excitement danced through my veins, and slowly the smile on my face fell as I glanced at Spike, finding what I could see of his handsome face fixed in a scowl.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he answered, and I could immediately tell by the tightness in his voice that he was lying.

“Then why are you—”

“Everything is fine, baby,” he said more gently this time, his features softening a little when he met my worried gawp. He must’ve known I wasn’t convinced because he sighed and then grasped my hand, twining our fingers. “I promise.”

Lies.

It was all a lie.

But no matter how badly I wanted to call him out on his bullshit, this was not the time or place for it. So, I let it go and followed him over to the wheel, deciding I’d get to the bottom of whatever was bothering him later.

Behind Phoenix was a wall equipped with a large selection of sex toys from vibrators, dildos, whips, chains, even some candles too. Spike wandered there to browse through the selections while I paused in front of my sweet, perfect rabbit, watching as he stroked his cock with his free hand, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

“I want you to punish me,” he whispered, releasing his cock to bring his arm above his head, sliding it through the strap.

“Punish you, how?” I asked curiously, my head cocked.

He chuckled. “Oh, Princess. Look behind me and use your imagination. But first, I need you to restrain my other wrist. Do you think you can do that for me?”

I nodded, both eager and nervous to fulfill his desires, and lifted up on my tiptoes, tightening the belt strap around his wrist. My pussy throbbed her approval as I stepped back and eyed over the beautiful creature completely bound and all mine for the taking.

He was so goddamn perfect it should be a crime.

Spike rounded the wheel, and in his hand was a red flogger, the leather tails attached to the handle dancing as he dangled it in front of Phoenix’s face. Phoenix let out a soft moan as Spike slid it down his neck, across his chest, and down his amazing, rippled torso.

And then he slung the whip back and slapped the leather tails against Phoenix’s chest in a loud, ear-ringing crack .

“Fuck,” he cried out, and I stumbled back in shock, my hands clasped tightly around my mouth.

“On your knees,” Spike growled as he pointed the tip of the handle at me, his chest heaving and green eyes wild as he glared down at me through his lion mask. “You know the rules.”

“It’s okay, baby,” Phoenix promised as he panted, but I couldn’t stop gaping at his swelling chest and the tears dotting over his eyes. “I can take it.”

I started to shake my head, call this whole thing off because this was fucking insane and a little too hardcore even for my tastes in sex.

But Phoenix’s pleading, “Please,” sang through the air, and although I didn’t like it, not one fucking bit, I willingly dropped on my knees, my body shaking as I waited for further instructions.

“You know what to do.”

I glowered at Spike, but nodded, knowing exactly what was expected of me. I grasped Phoenix’s cock and slithered my tongue around the head before deep throating him down to his balls, working him in a rhythm that had his eyes rolling back. Spike moved closer to Phoenix’s ear, whispering something I couldn’t hear. He nodded in response, and I jumped, accidentally scraping my teeth against his shaft when Spike slung his arm back and hit him a second time with the flogger.

I began to cry when little angry welts began sprouting along his flesh .

I pulled back, sucking away the pre-cum leaking out, hoping it would help ease his pain. I blinked through my own tears as Phoenix demanded to be hit again, and I immediately voiced my protest, shaking my head as I jumped to my feet.

“That’s enough!”

I just couldn’t understand how being struck like that could’ve possibly brought him any sense of pleasure. Either of them.

“Please,” I begged more to Spike than Phoenix. “No more. I-I can’t—”

“Get a candle,” Phoenix cut me off, nudging what he could of his head at Spike. “Let her take control.”

I scoffed, my anger rising as Spike bowed his head and disappeared behind the wheel. I walked up to Phoenix and firmly cupped his face in my hands, tears shimmering in my eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry,” he replied, frowning at me. “I didn’t mean for this to upset you.”

“How can you enjoy being hit like that?”

“Ready,” said Spike, who rounded the wheel with a lit candle wrapped around his fingers, wearing a smirk I was about two seconds away from slapping off his face.

“Give it to her.”

“What?” I stepped back, shaking my head when Spike offered it to me.

“Candle wax play,” Spike said after a moment. “You ever tried it before?”

“Fuck no.” Now I was certain they both had seriously lost their goddamn minds.

“Try it for me,” said Phoenix. “I know it may seem barbaric, but I promise it’s not what you think. Just trust me. Please .”

I had to be just as crazy as them, because for reasons I couldn’t dare take the time to fathom, I agreed, deciding I’d at least give it a try.

But I was not, under any circumstances, getting struck by one of those goddamn whips, and I said so.

Spike chuckled softly and then moved closer to me, taking a minute to swirl around what little wax had melted down in the candle.

“Are you ready?”

I didn’t answer. I just drew in a deep breath and closed my eyes, waiting.

And then the wax landed on my shoulder.

I flinched, surprised at how insanely good the heat felt against my skin. Another drop landed on my other shoulder, and my head reactively tipped back as a whispering moan escaped my lips.

Something was seriously wrong with me.

“That’s all you have to do,” said Phoenix, who was smiling when I opened my eyes. “So, what do you say?”

“I-I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“Just tell me to stop if I do.”

I took the candle and safely held it away as I came forward and kissed him deeply, our tongues dancing wildly against each other. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, earning a groan that only made me want to unstrap him from the wheel and throw him down on the floor so I could ride him.

As if reading my thoughts, he whispered, “You know this thing is adjustable, right?”

I veered back, my brows raising through my mask. “I did not.”

He grinned at me. “Candle play first, and then you can ride me. Sound fair?”

It sure as fuck did.

Following Spike’s example, I twirled what I could of the wax around and then gently tipped it above Phoenix’s shoulder, watching as it spilled down and landed in unsteady drops on his skin. Phoenix let out a gasp, then pressed his eyes shut when another drop fell on his swollen chest.

“Fuck,” he breathily moaned. “More. Give me more.”

“I have a better idea,” Spike said from behind me, his hands cupping my ass and gripping it hard .

He disappeared again, and after a moment, there was the faint sound of a click and then Spike’s hands were gripping the top of the wheel, carefully moving it down until it looked like Phoenix was lying down on top of a round table.

Fire pounded through my core, and reactively I placed the candle down beside Phoenix and hopped up on the makeshift table, straddling him. His cock nudged my entrance, and he gasped as I grabbed it and positioned him against my heat, grinding so he could feel just how wet and ready I was.

I sank down, moaning like a dirty whore, and then leaned over to grab the candle. My breath caught when I spotted Spike lingering off to the right, lips parted as he stroked himself.

“You’re not joining?” I asked him.

“Maybe next time,” he said thickly, his breath coming out in sharp pants the harder he worked himself. “I want to watch you fuck him instead.”

“Please,” Phoenix whined, his hips bucking up, thrusting into me. “Don’t hold back.”

I smiled, then worked my hips slowly, loving how his head fell back and how his breathing picked up. Gingerly, I tipped the candle over and let droplet after droplet spill down on him, losing myself as I began to bounce, grinding my hips before starting again.

“Oh fuck,” he yelled, his wrists tugging angrily at the straps, desperate to break free. “Harder, baby.”

I gave him what he wanted, building a momentum that caused my grip to loosen on the candle and had all the wax spilling down over his welted chest. Phoenix let out a pleasurable cry and as I quickly snatched up the candle, I blew the fire out and chucked it across the room, planting my palms against his shoulders for support.

And I didn’t hold back.

I gave him all of me, bouncing fast and hard and grinding my hips, the sound of our moans and our skin slapping drowning out every other noise in the room .

Including what I was positive was a harrowing snarl resonating somewhere behind me.