Carver hears Pope cry out and hisses, thrashing. “Sir—!”
“Hold still.” The enemy lays his weight over Carver, bearing him down into the mattress until he can barely breathe. “Just let it happen, motherfucker, you take it so well.”
His hand presses against Carver, fingers threatening to slip inside alongside the vibrator, and Carver takes a sobbing breath and holds still. He can hear Pope being fucked. It’s not slow, not careful. He’s never heard the commander cry out before. Not like this.
“Be good,” the leader warns. “Both of you. You make this hard and I’ll mess you both up, so be fucking good.”
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Date: 2024-06-17 07:38 pm (UTC)“Hold still.” The enemy lays his weight over Carver, bearing him down into the mattress until he can barely breathe. “Just let it happen, motherfucker, you take it so well.”
His hand presses against Carver, fingers threatening to slip inside alongside the vibrator, and Carver takes a sobbing breath and holds still. He can hear Pope being fucked. It’s not slow, not careful. He’s never heard the commander cry out before. Not like this.
“Be good,” the leader warns. “Both of you. You make this hard and I’ll mess you both up, so be fucking good.”