“Do you want a safe word?”
She shook her head, looking up at me with wide eyes.
“I trust you.”
I slid her cardigan off her shoulders and threw it on one of the chairs. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. It pissed me off to see her in clothes he’d clearly bought for her, but at least he’d given her something decent. I would have smacked him around the head if he’d bought her skimpy shit to wear. She liked to be comfortable.
My hand went to her hair, fisting it behind her head and forcing it back so she met my eyes.
“Is my little slut desperate for dick? You’ve been without for far too long, haven’t you?”
Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
“Mmm, I know you are.”
I let go of her hair, took her arm again and pressed her face-first onto the dining table. I held her down on it with her arm pinned behind her back.
“You got something to gag her with, Pres?”
Prescott stared at the two of us with heat in his eyes, then dug his hand in his pocket, pulling out the tape. I grinned and indicated her with my head. He moved closer, pulling off a piece of duct tape. He leant over and secured it across Scarlett’s mouth. She whimpered into the makeshift gag.
“Hold her down for me. Wouldn’t want my dirty little slut trying to escape whilst we’re teaching Mason a fucking lesson.”
Prescott took over, pinning her arm to her back and grabbed her other one, securing it in his hold too. Then he turned to Mason and gave him a wink. The little shit looked incensed, struggling against the ropes holding him to the chair. He had a grand old view of Scarlett’s face.
“Make sure she doesn’t look away from him,” I said to Prescott. “I want him to see how much she loves my dick. I want him to watch her come all over it.”
My hands went to Scarlett’s jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down her legs, along with her knickers. I ran my hands over her bare behind, stroking her skin. Then I slapped my hand across it, making her jerk.
“This is what you want, isn’t it, Mason? You want to fuck this pussy. Too fucking bad. This slut belongs to my dick. I’m the one who gets to abuse her, not you.”
The way he struggled harder had me chuckling and smiling at him. Scarlett shifted, spreading her legs wider for me.
“Well, look at you, slut, offering your pussy up to me like a fucking sacrifice.”
I ran my thumb along her wet slit, almost groaning at the feeling. Fuck, how I’d missed her sweet little body.
“See this?” I brought my thumb up, letting Mason see it glisten. “This is all for me.”
I watched him making noise behind his gag and smiled wider. Then I slapped Scarlett’s pussy, making her cry out behind the tape.
“You ready for dick, slut? Show me how much you want it and perhaps I’ll give it to you.”
Scarlett raised her hips off the table, trying to encourage me. I slapped her pussy again. Prescott was no longer looking at Mason. He was staring at my hands on Scarlett, spreading her so we could both see how dripping wet she was.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“Do you think she deserves to get fucked?”
He looked up at me, his blue eyes shining with mischief and desire.
“Show him what he’s missing.”
Seven
West
Prescott was clearly as into punishing Mason as I was. The sick fuck had stolen our woman. We weren’t going to lie down and let him fuck us over like this without exacting retribution. Drake had banned us from killing him, but he said nothing about making Mason suffer. Right now, the cunt was going to topple over the chair we’d secured him to with all his protesting behind the tape secured to his mouth and wriggling in his restraints.
“You want me to make her come over my dick, huh, Pres?”
Prescott’s pupils were blown as he stared down at Scarlett’s exposed holes.
“Make her come so hard, she cries.”
I winked at my voyeuristic friend. It’s not like Mason could see too much of what was going on since I’d made sure to place Scarlett head on to him, but it was enough to torture the fuck out of the little shit. I didn’t want him seeing the view I had, anyway. He didn’t deserve it. Hell, he barely deserved to see her come, but it would drive him fucking insane. That’s exactly what I wanted. For him to fucking feel the pain.
“You hear that, my little Scar? Pres wants me to make you cry.”
She moaned against the gag, shifting against the table. Prescott tightened his grip on her with one hand whilst he held her chin with the other. I’d told him to make sure she didn’t look away from Mason.