Twins With Benefits

7

Gigi

As I slowly climb down the stairs, hearing the noises coming from the kitchen, I wonder who could be there. The cluttering of the utensils - a rat, perhaps. When I reach at the end of the stairs, I am now making my way toward the kitchen. I can hear the loud thumping of my heart and the churns in the pit of my stomach, but I choose to ignore it.

The noises stop and my breath hitches when I feel a gust of wind behind me. The hair on my skin starts to rise and I gulp nervously before I immediately turn, flashing the light just to see everything settle back in its place. I wonder if I am exaggerating. But i do hear the nosies around me.

Stepping into the kitchen, I look around, scanning each and every detail and everything falls back into its place. Not until my stare lands on the set of knives and one of them is missing. My eyes are wide with astonishment as I realize that someone intends to kill me. Perhaps the same man who was standing outside the mansion in the shadows.

I hurry out of the kitchen, stumbling until i am bumped by the sofa and i fall down, the phone slips out of my hand. “Ouch!” i groan in pain and grab my elbow. I look around, the tension escalates around me. My phone is fallen into a distance and I crawl my way to my phone, grabbing it before i roughly look around myself.

Getting back on my feet, I sigh deeply right before a strong force grabs me from behind as a gasp releases from my mouth. “Leave me alone! Please!” I squirm under his embrace and the familiar scent hits my nose when i feel his hand clutching onto my waist. “Sshh…” his menacing voice lingers in my ears and i feel my legs turning weak.

I am about to die and this is not going to end well. “Do not make a sound, sugar -” i instantly recognize him by his deep voice. He is the same man with the balaclava. The man I am so afraid of.

I am panting hard when his face is buried inside my neck, his hot breath lingering on my skin just like an insect crawling onto me. “Please -” I whisper, my voice is barely coming out of my mouth and my throat is jammed. His hand slowly moves around my stomach, moving upwards to my neck when his fingers are finally wrapped around my throat.

My chest rises and falls with anticipation and i gather the courage to say, “You do not scare me. Leave me alone before I call the cops.” i hear his threatening laugh which makes me even more frightened. “I am not here to scare you…” his raspy voice barely reaches to my ears as my mind is already clouded with fear. “ i am here to play with you.”

Then he turns me over to face him and because of the darkness, i am unable to see him properly. Without giving me a warning, his lips crash against mine, pulling me in for an intoxicated kiss. I try to resist for a while, my hands clutched onto his taut chest, pushing him with my full force. He is yet too strong for a girl like me. Before I know he pulls back and bends me over to the sofa, pushing down my pants. Then he gives a tight slap on my ass cheek and the sound reverberates in the silence along with my whimper.

“Let me see if you are wet for me -” he utters and I resist his fingers to enter me from behind. Just as when I turn around, I land a hard slap on his face and the silence reverberates around us. My heart beats louder with every passing second then he forces himself on me, pushing me back onto the sofa. He arrives on top of me, grabbing both of my wrists and gritting his teeth, he goes, “You shouldn’t have done this, baby girl. Now you gotta pay for it.”

His threats send shivers down my spine and my mind swirls with the thoughts that he is going to use himself on me and that too with force. “Please, no -” I beg and he slightly grins, his voice becomes calm, “You can only beg when I want you to.” I can see his face, not clearly due to the darkness but his features are strikingly elegant with a touch of evil in his eyes.

I am too consumed by him to think otherwise. I feel his hard bulge against my stomach as he growls, “See that, sugar? Imagine when it goes inside you and you scream with pleasure.” I spit in anger, trying to distract myself from thinking about it and giving him this satisfaction. “Over my dead body…”

“What about your stepfather’s?” My breath falters when I realize that he nearly confessed it was he who killed my father. “You killed him…?” my voice barely coming out of my throat before he rips my trousers and spreads my legs. “No time for questions, little one -” he thrusts two of his fingers into my mouth and I gag when he puts pressure.

Then a moment later, two of his fingers slide into the entrance of my wet p***y and I cannot help but bite my lips, refraining myself from moaning. I feel the coldness of his fingers in my warm p***y as soon as he starts to move them inside me, curling upwards. My eyes roll in pleasure yet I don’t let him see that. “Mmmmm -” Slowly, my hips rock against the sofa, matching his rhythm.

“Aren’t you a horny little demon?” he grins and I manage to hold back my moan before I exclaim, “It’s not affecting me.” he chuckles close to my face and his hot peppermint breath hits on my nose. “Your kitty says otherwise.” his pace becomes fast, and so does my breath. In the middle of my self-control, a moan slips out of my mouth and I feel my cheeks getting slightly red with shame.

Thankfully he cannot see any of it. “Are you going to kill me with that knife?” I ask and another moan escapes my lips, this time I grab his hair when he buries his face between my boobs. “With my c**k, yes.” he groans, rubbing himself against me.