Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Azadeh’s hand is on Lev’s lower back, his dick dangling as she pulls apart his cheeks.
Cyrus smirks like a Cheshire cat, the saffron rock candy in his mouth as he pours lube on the barrel of the gun. “Will this ruin the gun? That hunk of metal is expensive as fuck. It’s like over four million for the pair or some shit.” Cyrus turns to Lev. “That’s what you bid, right, fuck boy?”
“Yes,” Lev says.
Cyrus grips Lev’s face and spits on him. “You address me as sir, slut. The next time you disrespect me, I’m gonna have to fuck that tight little ass with my fist to make sure you understand. Got it, fuck boy?”
Lev’s dick jerks, and he visibly shivers at Cyrus’s words. Lev blooms under degradation. There’s no denying it with the way his body reacts. It took a long time to get here with Lev, and I’m so proud of his growth, how he’s allowed people in, and his strength and control.
“He’s been prepped,” I say as Azadeh grabs the lube. “Be a good boy, Lev, and take the butt plug out of your ass.”
Lev reaches behind him and spreads his ass cheeks, displaying the black silicone butt plug.
“Tell them how you’ve been wearing all day, baby boy. How you love getting your tight asshole stretched nice and wide,” I demand.
“Zeke made me walk around all morning with the plug,” Lev says. “He fucked me and then plugged up his cum. He’s been filling me with cum for the last week.”
“Jesus,” Cyrus says as he eyes Lev’s anus. “That’s sick and twisted.” Cy looks at me, his lip curling up. “You are a dick-twisted fuck.”
Azadeh grips the end of the plug and dislodges the silicone from Lev’s asshole before handing it to Cyrus. She slowly points the barrel of the gun at Lev’s ass. “You want this in your ass, Lev?’
“Yes,” Lev pants.
Azadeh glides the gun between Lev’s crack. “Remember when you fucked me with the gun, and I told you one day you beg me to do the same?”
Lev nods. “Yes.”
Az smiles. “Start begging, Pup.”
“Please, please fuck me with the gun,” Lev whimpers.
Azadeh slowly inserts the tip of the metal into Lev’s ass. “I think you can do better than that, Lev. You said you wanted to tear me apart. Fuck me like an animal. I don’t see any of that now. Where did that bravado disappear to? Did you mean what you said, Lev? Did you want to watch me bleed? Did you want to mark me? Was that a fabrication, an illusion to hide what you wanted the whole time? For me to fuck you. To make you bleed, to break you until you finally cry those tears you’ve been holding locked in a cage your whole life.”
Azadeh’s words cut with empathetic brutality. They are honest and direct. Two things Lev needs. It makes sense that Lev is drawn to her because she sees him. She understands things about Lev that Cyrus and I never could.
Azadeh pushes the gun in further, the metal now in Lev’s ass to the hilt. “Answer me, Lev.”
“Yes. I want to be used. I want to be used by you. By all of you!” Lev screams. His words are drenched with emotion. Each word contains fragments of his struggle. “I want to bleed for you, all of you. I’ll be a floor for you to walk on. Take away my need for control. I’m tired of never experiencing the touch of love, and I’m confused about why that touch needs to be rooted in pain, humiliation, and servitude.”
Azadeh moves the gun in and out of him, increasing her speed. My cock aches as I witness her power. How she owns it and doesn’t care what anyone thinks. My hand moves to where her name is carved on my chest. Jagged lines which have come to mean the world to me. Scared letters symbolic of my bond with her.
As if reading my mind, Azadeh turns and locks her deep brown eyes with mine. Those eyes are so enchanting. I could drown in their depths.
She smiles. “Pass me my knife.”
I retrieve her sheath from her dresser and remove a sharp blade before handing it to her.
Azadeh steps away from Lev but leaves the gun in his ass. “Roll over, Lev.”
Lev cautiously moves until his back is on the mattress. His cock stands straight up, pointing to the ceiling.
“You mean it? You’re in this?” Azadeh asks, standing above him.
“Yes,” Lev whispers.
“Tie him up,” Cyrus says, pulling the rope from his kit and tossing it to me.
I don’t know when he sneaked in his fire kit. Guess I was too fascinated with his Persian lollipop antics to notice.
I grab the rope and pull Azadeh’s pistol from Lev’s ass, handing it to her. “Move up the bed, Lev.”