Chained (Caged #2)(14)

The chains that held me rattled as Robbie repositioned me, turning me on the axle that held both chains so my body turned and my back faced both men. Anderson walked around me until he stood in front of me. His eyes bore into me as he sliced through my underwear and it dropped in a pool of material at my feet. Robbie pushed me forward and his hand ran down my spine, a finger dipping between my arse cheeks and tickling at my anus.

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip at the sensation, I concentrated on Anderson and his self-pleasuring. I wanted to touch him so bad, to feel him under my hand, to take his pre-cum between my fingers and smear it across my lips.

As Robbie pushed a finger inside me, I allowed myself to relax, to take what he forced inside me.

Anderson snapped, “Open” when my eyes fluttered closed. “I want to watch the pain in your eyes.”

I forced my gaze to his, fighting with the need to close my eyes as I absorbed the hunger pouring from him.

Robbie f*cked my arse with his fingers as Anderson f*cked his hand. Pleasure twisted my belly when Robbie gripped my hips, holding me still, and pushed inside my backside. His cock wasn’t as thick as Anderson’s, but he was long. Pain seized my breath the further in he pressed, his fingers digging deeper into my flesh to hold me still from the instinctive need to move away from him.

Anderson stepped closer to me, steadying my swaying body so Robbie could fill me with himself. Leaning forward, I begged Anderson to kiss me. I wanted his mouth on me so bad that when he refused I whimpered like a spoilt child.

Yet, giving me something, he unlocked the ankle cuffs and braced the back of my thighs, and lifted my legs around his waist. His t-shirt rubbed against my bare breasts, grazing my sensitive nipples with the rough material.

Robbie started to move faster, ramming in and out of me like he wanted to grant Anderson his request momentarily. My anus stung, but every stroke of his cock against my muscles drove the sensation higher and higher until my whimpering had morphed into heated groans, and I wrapped my fingers around the chain to counteract the growing ecstasy inside me.

“Please,” I begged when he drove harder, his fingernails cutting into my skin the more he fought with his own orgasm.

My mind whirled with awareness and I cried out when Anderson flicked the knife over my right breast. Blood trickled down my belly and I shivered as nirvana hit me head on and propelled me into the realms of incredible pleasure.

Anderson growled and I choked on a moan when he forced his cock inside my cunt.

“Fuck!” Robbie grunted as Anderson’s cock slid alongside his, squeezing my muscles around him as I took both cocks inside me.

My teeth clashed with Anderson’s when his mouth crashed over mine. He bit my lip and blood flowed into both our mouths. The hit of copper on my tongue and the sensation of the warm liquid trickling down my throat captured my breath.

My throat constricted under Anderson’s hold when he pressed the heel of his hand into the base of my throat and refused me any air. Both men f*cked me hard, they both f*cked me with a violence that bordered on sadistic, and they both filled me with so much pain that I couldn’t fight against the pleasure that overwhelmed me.

My orgasm tore through me with so much brutality that the scream that ripped up my throat grazed my voice box.

Anderson and Robbie roared as their own climaxes shook their bones, both of them thrusting deep within me to flood me with their spunk.

Blood and cum dripped down my inner thighs as Anderson snapped open the cuffs and captured me in his arms when I dropped to the floor. My body felt heavy and I trembled in his embrace, making him pull me tighter to him protectively.

Once again, the softer side to him surfaced. He grunted something at Robbie that I couldn’t hear and I felt myself being carried through the house.

I was asleep before I felt the softness of the mattress cocoon my exhausted body.





WHY WAS IT THE HARDER we fell, the tighter we held on. To hope. To love?

Anderson had chained me to him. But those chains were fragile, corroded and brittle. One strong pull and the links would slip apart like paperchains crafted from the clumsy hands of babes. The tears of our hatred were the very things that would weaken those links holding us together, and would in the end break us.

Anderson paralysed the pain inside me by giving me the pain on the outside to focus on. He took the numb parts that haunted me and he bled life into them. He compelled me to feel the very things I had fought to forget for so long.

And now I had felt them, the pain and the pleasure, the overwhelming sensations that had engulfed me, I couldn’t imagine never feeling them again.

I had banished the truth of my life from my head for so long that my mind had forgotten they were there. My mother. Rape. The thump in my chest when the darkness started to seep into my nerve endings.

My fragile state of mind, at the age of nine, had blocked out the horrors that could, and would, send me insane, and they’d been locked down so securely that they had been buried under lies and fantasy.

Anderson had forced them free. And now Samantha once again had her say in my head, the real visions of my past slaughtered me over and over again.

I was struggling to breathe under the panic that crushed my lungs.

“Breathe, Kloe,” Anderson urged, the beautiful sight of his face blurring under the fog clouding my vision. His hands gripped mine hard, demanding that I feel him, feel something to break me out of the hallucinations plaguing me.