Page 86 of Psychotic Nightmares

“You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“I know.” Her naked breasts bob up and down in time with her heavy breaths. “But I trust you, Mr Stalker. I felt you holding back last night.” I take her mask from where I keep it safe in the drawer and slide it over her head.

“Loseallcontrol?” I ask, needing her to confirm.

“All of it.” The knife from last night lays on the floor right beside the discarded clothes. I bend and grasp the blade in my hand. Not just to prove to her I’m not a threat, but to give me a sharp bit of pain to let me know I’m not still dreaming.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” I try again to make her change her mind. I won’t lose all control with her yet. Not yet.

“All. Of. It.” She repeats more confidently. Keeping my eyes on hers through the eyeholes of her mask, I ever so slowly glide mine over my head, not fully pulling it down so my lips are still exposed.

“Wait here.” I need Dante in here, I don’t trust myself.

He’s finished with the call by the time I get back into the living room. “That was quick,” he chuckles. “I thought for sure you would last longer than a minute.”

“Funny bastard.” I scoff. “I bet I can last longer than you.” I cross my arms and lean against the doorframe.

“Sure.” He rolls his eyes. “Loser has cleaning duty for the next three kills.”

“Deal. Get your mask. I think our girl has a mask kink.” I smirk, he finally turns to face me. “She’s asked me to lose all control, but I don’t trust myself. I need you with me.”

He nods once, stands and goes out to his car. The brazen bastard went out in just his boxers. I shiver at the thought of the cold January air.

“Ready.” He confirms and follows me to the bedroom.

I have to calm my overthinking brain as I enter, seeing my -our- Grace, wearing nothing but her blood stained mask. My dick twinges, already wanting to be inside her tight wet cunt.

Her eyes dartto Dante, then back to me. I love that I can see her eyes. They’re fucking beautiful, and so expressive.

I twist the knife between my fingers, yet she never looks away from me. Dante sits in the chair in the corner of the room, crossing his legs and gripping tight on the arms. Needing something to hold other than Grace.

Not being able to touch her is emotional torture, I should know.

“Show me how wet you are for me.” My voice is harsh, my throat dry. Her trembling fingers slowly make their way down to her sopping pussy. Her skin reddens under our gazes. I love how fucking innocent she is. How shy. But she still complies. “Are you wet for us, treasure?” She nods. “Prove it.” Her fingers come up, sticky with her juices. Walking over, I take her hand and clamp my lips around her fingers. Her breath hitches as I lick her fingers clean.

I force myself to step back, needing to have a little control. “Touch yourself.”

“What?”

“Touch. Yourself.” I growl. “Sit back, and show us how you fuck your perfect little cunt.” Her eyes widen, but like the obedient woman she is. She shuffles back against the cushions. “Good, open your legs. Wider baby. Let us see all of you.” I hear Dante take a slow deep breath. “Fuck, yourself, Grace. Make yourself cum.” Just as I think she’s going to stop our little game, she surprises me by inserting two fingers, stretching herself out. Her other hand comes down to one of her breasts to pinch her nipple. A quiet moan comes from behind her mask and her eyes close. “Eyes open.” I order. “I want you to look at us while you play with our pretty little pussy.” Dante, unable to keep still any longer, comes to stand beside me, his hands twitching, aching to touch.

“Who are you imagining fucking you right now?” I ask.

“Both of you.” She whimpers.

I drop my boxers, gripping hold of my aching dick. “Both of us at the same time?”

“Y-yes.” She stammers.

“What do you think, brother?” I nudge Dante with my shoulder. “Reckon our Grace can handle both?”

“Fuck yeah.” He groans. Thumbing the tip of his cock. Grace whimpers. Her eyes wandering down our bodies to where our hands are.

“Does the thought of both of our cocks stretching out your soaked cunt turn you on baby?” She nods with a moan, her thumb starts flicking her clit aggressively, chasing her high. “You can have us, only after you scream our names.”

“J-Julian.” She moans. “Dante.” She closes her eyes, getting close.

“Eyes. Open.” They fling back open. I reach for the drawer behind me, feeling for the box of condoms I keep in there. “Cum, Grace. Show us how much you want us. Let us know how much you want us to fuck you.”