The Secrets of a Sin, page 31
My protection?
How the hell is muzzling me a form of protection? If anything, it was protecting them.
Once she finishes with the cloth, she lowers my head back down and uses her cold fingers to brush away the hair in my face, giving me a clear view of her face. She gazes down at me like I am something fragile and vital to her existence, but what lingers beyond the depths of her eyes is something far more crazed. Fierce lust consumes her form in every ragged breath, every potent stare, but every manic movement she made toward me made me think differently.
Why would you kill someone you’re obsessed with?
Because that’s what she was. She was dominated by the idea that I secretly wanted to be with her. She couldn’t accept the fact that I had already been claimed by someone else, so this was her way of forcing me to acknowledge her.
Acknowledge us as more than just friends.
Shifting my eyes away from hers, I try to focus on the plain white wall beside her. I wish my life was as simple and as dull as the paint. No one ever wants boring white-colored walls in their homes. Instead, people go for the more noticeable and sometimes edgier colors, so they stand out. In my case, I never wanted to stand out again. I should have avoided every single person I encountered at St. Catherine’s and just kept to myself. I should’ve focused on my studies, on fixing my issues, and gotten myself the fuck out of there.
No Arsen.
No Annalise, Priscilla, and Verity.
And no Phoebe.
Finding her body was the root of it all. If I never made that early morning run, no one would be as interested in me as they are now. I would’ve been left alone.
Abruptly, a light touch on my feet has my body tensing immediately. Their soft finger glides down the curve of my bare foot, sliding under my heel until it’s trailing up the length of my leg. A few more fingers are added, then a full hand starts massaging my calf muscle.
“Feel good?” Priscilla asks as my eyes collide with hers. Bent down on her knees, she kneads at my leg with vigor and blatant desire. Despite how twisted and bizarre this was, I couldn’t help but groan in pleasure from the massage. Under this drugged state I was in, any touch to my skin made me erupt into a wildfire. I couldn’t stop the spread if I wanted to, and she knew it. She knew just how her flesh on mine would affect me, so she continued rubbing but now up higher on my leg.
“Of course, it feels good for her.” Annalise announces with a heavy breath beside me. “She’s been suppressing her needs for us for so fucking long that when we touch her now, she’s going to beg for more.” My eyes refuse to meet Annalise, but she quickly changes that when she grabs my chin and forces me to look at her. She then leans her face close to where she’s only about an inch away from my mouth. “Isn’t that right, little mouse?”
I wanted to bite her damn lip off. I wanted to tie her up and torture her just as she was doing to me. I wanted her to feel helpless and violated until that stupid ass name evaporated from her vocabulary. I hated them both and how my imposter of a body fell for their allure.
Priscilla’s hand drifts further and further up the length of my leg until she reaches my upper thigh.
“Can’t you see we want you with us, Charlotte?” Annalise proclaims with her hand still on my chin. “To be a part of us and live life how we were designed to?” Her eyebrows sink in with a serious expression across her face, but it’s becoming difficult to focus with Priscilla’s hand still groping me. “We are destined for greater and more ethereal things, and God notices that. He sees we're unique and accepts the fact we embrace our flaws.” Her thumb starts to rub along my cheekbone. “We will never conform with the public, and they will never see us as one of them. So instead of waiting for you to realize you belong with us, we decided to have you accept the fact now.”
I’m so lost and bewildered by her insane theories that I almost fail to notice Priscilla’s hand grazing the sides of my underwear.
“We know you feel this.” Annalise strokes my face as Priscilla reaches both hands under my dress and tugs my panties down my immobile legs. “Don’t fight it. Don’t fight us. We only want to make you feel good and make you see through our eyes what we see.”
They were going to rape me.
I couldn’t stop Priscilla from discarding my underwear off my body, and I couldn’t stop her from pushing my dress up until it was now at my hips. Unwanted desire coursed through my veins, and I cursed my addiction. Damn it straight to hell while the girls, who told me to embrace it, used it against me. Even dazed and motionless, I felt the tremors of my bare pussy now put on display course through me.
“Such a pretty little cunt.” Priscilla coos at my feet as my stare lingers on Annalise, who won’t remove her stare from mine.
“Touch it.” Annalise demands. “Use the pad of your finger and rub her clit.”
No.
No.
No.
I try moving out of her hold, but she only squeezes me tighter.
“Do it until she’s fucking writhing.”
I shake my head no, but the damage is done when I feel her finger fall onto my nub. Her pressure is soft at first, barely there, and I feel my soul sinking in my chest. Disintegrating into nothing, she starts to strip away at my dignity, at my fucking spirit and destroys it with her attempt to make me feel good.
And to my humiliation and disgust, she does. It’s nothing like the way Arsen makes me feel, but her finger does its job and causes my eyes to flutter.
“Get your finger wet and use more pressure.” Annalise orders, clearly flustered and eager to have her chance with me, but to my surprise, she remains at my side. Priscilla obeys, removes her finger, and the sound of sucking fills the room before she places her now-soaked finger back on my clit, and this time with more strength.
“Fuck, she’s wet.” Priscilla groans as she makes small circles over me that have me wanting more.
At this point, nothing was going to stop the burning that was building inside my belly. As fucked-up as it was, I wanted to lose myself to the feeling of her touch and worry about the shame and pain of it later. There was no stopping the inevitable, and there was no denying my greed for a climax. Even if it was considered assault, my body clearly didn’t recognize that.
“Then lick her.” Annalise announces nonchalantly. “And tell me what she tastes like.”
I don’t even have a second to react before I feel Priscilla’s wet tongue glide over me. As much as I wanted to pretend it was Arsen devouring me, I couldn’t deny the differences in their approach. While they both savored me, Priscilla ate me with skill. She knew exactly where to touch and what sent a woman into a frenzy, while Arsen completely shattered me with his tongue. I could hear the sloppy sounds of our juices intermingling and the groans of pleasure vibrating against my thighs.
“I could eat her for days.” Priscilla growls as she comes up for air from in-between my legs. Conflicting feelings of wanting her back on my pussy and wanting her off me swipe around in the back of my head, but regardless of what I wanted, they were going to follow their own plans.
“Suck on her clit like you do mine, and we’ll see if she can handle it.” Annalise continues to call out demands, and like a puppet, Priscilla follows.
She suctions my clit into her mouth like a vacuum and attacks my center with violent jabs from her tongue. My legs widen.
Her mouth was so powerful that, even in my drugged state, she manages to make me open my legs. My breathing felt strained with the cloth over my mouth, but despite my efforts to try and remove it with my tongue and teeth, I’m stopped the second I realize Annalise has risen from beside me.
“Don’t stop what you’re doing to her, P.” Annalise moans as my body ignites. “Feel out her hole while you suck on her.”
Jesus Christ.
Her hand connects with my thigh first, squeezing the flesh until she moves it down, where she starts teasing my hole with slow, languid circles. With attention on both sensitive parts of me, I soar. I can’t spot the numerous emotions that are churning inside of me as she completely ruins me with her touch. The unavoidable damage they were causing to my psyche but also the yearning for more of their touch. It was beyond sickening to even have a passionate thought about what they were doing, but the more I tried to fight it, the fiercer her movements became.
“Annalise might want you on a deeper level, but this.” She slithers the length of her tongue over me. “This is perfectly fine with me. Licking you and fucking you whenever I please.”
“Fu...ck y….ou.” I muster up every ounce of strength I have and respond to their assault. Priscilla lifts slightly from in between my legs and clashes her eyes with mine.
“We intend to one day, little mouse. Don’t worry.”
A promise.
They were never going to let me go.
Frustration begins to consume me, and I scream under my gag. My throat charrs with the intensity of it, but I am soon stopped with a hard bite to my clit.
“Shut the hell up, drama queen.” Priscilla snarls. “You think this is fucking torture? That us trying to make you come is torment when you clearly like what I'm doing?”
This is far worse than death, in my opinion. I’d rather be shot or stabbed than have them feel the satisfaction of making me orgasm when, in reality, it could be anyone down there with a skilled tongue. They could both make me come, and I’d feel absolutely nothing for them besides hatred.
“That's enough, Priscilla.” Annalise comes up behind her and grabs a chunk of her dark hair before yanking. Her face comes up from my center, and a contorted expression comes across her face. “I want to make her come.”
With Priscilla out from between my legs, I take the opportunity to try and close them before Annalise can take her spot. Unfortunately, in her sober condition, she pries my legs apart in one swift movement and stares directly into my eyes.
“He will never compete with me because I can do so much more to your body.” She growls, and all I can think about is who she thought he was.
Did she know about Arsen?
She lowers herself down as her eyes remain on me. “He will never respect a woman's body like I will.” With her mouth now breathing warm air over my pussy, she slowly darts her tongue out. “He will never know the right way to bring a woman to orgasm.” Up and down, she flicks on me softly. “You worship her entirely and create a madness within her body that is impossible to ignore.”
I couldn’t deny the pleasurable feeling she constructed inside of me. The raw hunger in her eyes as she licked on me stupefied me even further into the catatonic state I was already under. Despite my revulsion for Annalise, I couldn’t reject the small amount of attraction I had towards her.
“You make her beg for more.” She continues as the tip of her tongue swirls around my nub and dips down to my hole. “You make her tell you what to do. Make her in charge of how powerful her orgasm is gonna be.”
Her touch was too light to orgasm. She was purposefully making me want more and driving me into a condition that she knew I couldn’t avoid, even if I tried. She wanted me to admit I needed more because, by saying that, I would be confessing that I liked what she was doing. I only had so much restraint until I couldn’t physically bear it any longer.
And I had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be too much longer until I was pleading with the devil to take me out of my misery and make me come.
“She likes what you’re doing to her, baby.” Priscilla praises Annalise as she persists in eating me. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
Gently dragging and purposely skimming her tongue around my hole, I endure more torture with defiance. I remain stiff underneath her mouth, but my eyes are a dead giveaway to the hunger that flows through me. Annalise then abruptly pulls away from me and glances over her shoulder at Priscilla, who’s watching us with fascination. “I need you to touch me while I lick her. I need to feel what she’s feeling.”
Priscilla all but runs to Annalise’s side and drops down onto her knees beside her. With them both now at my feet, I watch as she moves her hand up Annalise’s skirt and starts toying with her pussy. “Fuck.” Annalise sags and places both her palms on each of my thighs to steady herself.
“You're soaked.” Priscilla groans as Annalise’s eyes close tightly shut. Her hand twirls around under her skirt, and I can’t help but imagine the night I caught them in the showers. “Come on, baby, put your mouth on her pussy, and I’ll make you come while you make her do the same.”
Annalise moans loudly, and like a fiend, she drops her mouth down onto me and eats. Her gentle licks are no more as she devours me with the intent to make me violently explode.
“That's it, lick her all over.” Priscilla applauds as her fingers work into Annalise frantically. Every now and then, I feel the vibration of her moans tickle me, but as her motive heightens, so does her tongue.
I fight off climaxing the best I can. I even close my eyes to avoid their animalistic hunger for me, but I still have her wet mouth on me to worry about, and there was no escaping that. And to my frustration, I knew they weren’t going to stop until I gave them what they wanted.
“Quit holding back.” Annalise snaps as she shoves her finger fully inside of me. “Fucking come for us.”
Shaking my head, I give them their answer.
“Get down here, Priscilla. If she’s gonna be stubborn, then we're both licking her until she comes.”
My eyes shoot open, and I meet Priscilla’s devious grin. They both make room for each other and once they’re both centered between my legs, they gaze up at me. Both are undeniably beautiful but fucking insane. On the outside, they appeared to be normal girls, but on the inside, they craved corruption and not the forgivable type. They belonged in a psych ward or a prison, but not at an all-girls school, where they could prey on innocent girls like me.
Like Phoebe?
My eyes widen, and the possibility of them doing something like this to her strikes me.
“No more thinking so hard about this.” Annalise orders as they both start to lower at the same time. “No more denying us, because once you spasm on our tongues, you belong to us.”
Then suddenly, they both attack. Two tongues lick. One focuses on my clit while the other pushes into my hole, breaching past the level of deranged they truly are if they think that I will ever belong to them. The sounds of them feeding on me are erotic as they are twisted, but they manage to bring me up to a mountainous peak that I wistfully didn’t want to get to. My insides coil like a venomous snake ready to strike, but as their tongues slash over me, one of them shoves their finger inside of me.
“You feel us now, little mouse?” Annalise presses as her violent caresses turn even more chaotic. “You feel our desire for you? To make you lose your mind and realize that we are what you were made for?”
The onslaught of their tongues never stops. It only intensifies from my lack of response, but I was hanging on by a very thin thread. I was going to detonate at any moment, and unfortunately, my orgasm would do nothing but appease their demented plan to keep me.
They both shift up to where they are now both on my clit. Their tongues bump into one another as they try to bring me over the edge. With every slash, stroke, suck, lick, I'm brought closer and closer to the edge of heaven's ledge that I’m now staring down into the pits of hell. With one foot, I lean myself partly over the berm, then as the finger inside me curls, I fucking jump. I plumate to my demise as a forceful orgasm crashes through me and causes a deafening moan to escape. It’s as intense as it is infuriating. A mixture of hate and lust that makes it all that more intense as it plows through me.
They start to soften their tongues but never fully remove themselves as they lick me clean. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Priscilla grins over me, taking in all my juices before rising to her feet with lust in her expression.
“We only want to please you, Charlotte, and make you see that this is what you were intended to do.” Annalise also rises as her tongue cleans the edges of her mouth. Slowly, she spins until she’s facing Priscilla, and their eyes begin to devour each other whole. Priscilla is the first one to move and grab Annalise’s blonde curls to pull her in close to her body. They close the distance between one another and lock lips. Their kiss is vicious and raw. Full of fucking need and desperation. They claw at each other with malevolence. “One day, you’ll join us like this.” Annalise breaths out, and Priscilla attacks her neck and fiddles with her skirt. “One day, you’ll be the one begging to be fucked.” Her eyes meet mine, and she moans.
Priscilla pulls away and starts undressing her jeans. With quick, hasty movements, she’s bare from the waist down and pushes Annalise onto my desk, where she settles between her naked legs and grinds.
They begin fucking in front of me. On my desk, on my things as if it was normal. Annalise lifts her legs until she finds the perfect spot and tosses her head back in pleasure. “This is what we could do to you, little mouse.” Priscilla grunts as her pussy pulverizes into Annalise with abandonment. They both groan in unison as they ride each other into oblivion.
“We could fuck you like this.” Annalise moans again, and this time turns her head to watch me. “Both of us, at the same time.”
Tearing my eyes away, I can finally feel my eyes fill with tears. I wanted to disappear forever. My inner thighs were dripping with their saliva. My eyes seared with the image of them tasting me, and my head filled with their distorted words. I was lying broken and abused on my bed as the sounds of their sex rang out all around me.
And as they grew louder and more extreme, I found myself slowly losing consciousness as their cries of climax consumed the air.
