Chapter 9
1134 Words
Everleigh
"What's taking so long?" I heard Isaac's rough voice yelling at me from behind the closed door. Or was it Aleks's voice?
I didn't have the chance to respond as the door opened and Isaac walked in. He gave me a once-over. His eyes lingered from my head to my toes and then back to my breasts.
"The dress suits you," he said and walked closer to me.
My heart was pounding uncontrollably as he stepped closer, and I could feel the goosebumps all over my body. His eyes were like a hawk on a hunt, scanning my body for any signs of weakness or vulnerability. I felt like a trapped animal in his presence, his gaze making me feel completely exposed and vulnerable.
He stepped back slightly and then slowly reached forward to grab my arm, gently squeezing it before releasing it again.
I wanted to run out of the room, but I was too scared to move an inch in his presence. He continued staring at me for what felt like an eternity before finally breaking the silence with another one of his wicked smiles.
"Follow me," he said in a low voice that sent chills down my spine.
I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself before following him.
He led me inside a dimly lit room. I saw Aleks leaning back on a red couch, grinning at me.
His eyes were glinting with amusement mixed with a touch of cruelty. It was evident that he was enjoying the discomfort I was feeling.
The room seemed to grow colder as I stood there under the intense scrutiny of both Isaac and Aleks. The sheer fabric that clung to my body didn't offer me any warmth and I couldn't help but shiver.
Isaac's eyes gleamed with a twisted pleasure as he observed me shivering.
"Is the poor baby cold?" Aleks mocked me. "Why don't you warm her up, brother?"
Isaac's eyes narrowed with sadistic delight. "I have an idea."
Oh, great, I can't wait to hear about it, I thought sarcastically.
Isaac walked over to the couch and plopped down next to his brother. "Why don't you dance for us? That ought to warm you up."
"Or you could just get me a blanket," I blurted out.
Isaac's grin widened as my sarcastic response hung in the air. The gleam in his eyes only intensified.
He exchanged a knowing glance with Aleks before turning his attention back to me. "Oh, a blanket? Sure, that would help," he chuckled dismissively. "But where's the fun in that?"
Aleks joined in, her voice dripping with condescension. "Yes, sweetheart, we're looking for a bit more excitement. We didn't put you in that dress to cover you up! We want to see you dance. It'll be entertaining, won't it, Isaac?"
Isaac nodded in agreement, his expression eager and ready. "Absolutely. We want to see how you move. It's an opportunity for you to show us just how willing you are to please us."
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and defiance. The idea of being reduced to an object of their amusement was infuriating, but the consequences of refusing seemed a lot worse.
Summoning what little courage I had left, I mustered a response. "I...I don't know how to dance."
No one spoke for a moment, and Aleks looked annoyed. "Dance for us, w***e," he snarled.
The words stung, but I refused to let them break me. I knew I had to do something, anything, to get out of this situation.
Isaac took out a remote control and pressed a button, and soon, the room filled with sensual music. They expected me to give them a show and they were not joking.
Taking a deep breath, I started to move my body in a way that felt natural. I closed my eyes, trying to drown out the sound of their laughter and focus on the music that was playing in the background.
As I danced, I felt a flicker of power and control return to me. I wasn't just a helpless victim in their game; I was a woman with desires and dreams of her own.
Before I knew it, I was lost in the music, moving my hips in a way that made Isaac and Aleks sit up and take notice. They were no longer laughing but watching me with lusty eyes.
"Very nice," Isaac breathed.
I continued to dance, feeling the heat of their gaze on my body. I pretended like they weren't there watching me.
Isaac motioned for Aleks to stand up as the music slowed down. "It's time to turn up the heat," he said with a wicked grin.
Aleks walked towards me, his eyes never leaving my body. I felt his hand on my waist, pulling me closer to him.
"You're quite the dancer," he whispered in my ear. "But I think you need a partner to really heat things up," he added, his hand moving down to my hip and then to my thigh.
I tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. Isaac appeared behind me, his hands on my shoulders, trapping me in between them.
"You don't get to resist us, little one," he said with a low growl in my ear.
I felt paralyzed by fear, but I couldn't let them see that. I glared viciously at Aleks and then turned to challenge Isaac as well.
But neither of them backed down. They just smirked at me, their predatory eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
I felt Aleks's hands pulling up the front of my dress, revealing my lace-clad breasts, and I gasped as he pinched my n*****s lightly. He then slid his hand down and placed them between my legs.
I gasped again, shocked by his boldness. But he didn't stop there. He started to stroke me through my panties, his fingers gently massaging my clit. I could feel my body responding to his touch, and the experience was so overwhelming that I could do nothing but gasp and moan.
Isaac ran his hands up and down my back, stopping to grab my ass as his brother continued to massage my clit. As they groped and fondled me, I felt like a trapped animal, vulnerable and completely at their mercy.
"That's enough playing," Aleks suddenly ordered, pulling his hands away from me.
Isaac nodded in agreement. "Aleks is going to come down that pretty little throat of yours while I get to taste you."
My knees buckled at the thought of Isaac and Aleks degrading me, but a swift slap to my ass from Aleks made me regain my composure.
I stood there, terrified.
Isaac smirked at the fear in my eyes. "Get on all four," he ordered bluntly.
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