87 - Revenge Part III - Breaking Her, Breaking Him

 A gasp broke from Amelia's lips as Nox's fingers left her wrists, leaving her arms to hang limply above her head as if phantom limbs were still present keeping her restrained.

Nox's hands started to trail down her arms, leaving goosebumps to rise in their wake.

His hands were progressing slowly, deliberate-never rushing, never frantic.

He was in total control, he knew it, and he wanted to make sure that she felt it to.

His fingertips ghosted over the fabric of her clothes, brushing along the delicate slope of her collarbone, practically tickling her with his gentle touches before moving lower, teasing the buttons of her blouse.

He did not undo them yet-no, that would be far to merciful.

Instead, he traced the line of the fabric, and along the edges that separated her top from her skirt.

Letting her to anticipate what was to come next.

Pinned beneath him, Amelia's body was taut with longing, her breathing was still heavy and uneven.

She writhed against him trying to force the pace faster as he drove her to near insanity with longing, but he only smirked against his own lips in response which had begun to trail down pecking at the exposed portions of her skin.

Still pressing her deeper into the mattress preventing her from rising up.

Again his knee shifted causing her legs to become splayed open full, which feeling just how far spread her legs had become caused an audible gasp to escape her lips.

"Nox,"

she whimpered out with a hint of lustful frustration in her voice.

He pulled back slightly from kissing at her navel around her exposed belly.

Looking up from what he was doing his golden eyes, looked at her face which was looking down at him.

'Impatient'

Was the only word he could say that was plastered all over her face right now.

As he almost glared up at her, her hands finally lowered from above her own head, and began clawing at the fringes of his shirt, trying to drag him back up 

But as she fought for her way, he caught her wrists once more in his tight grip.

Pinning them now at her sides pressed into the mattress once more.

Working his way slowly back up her body still gripping her hands, until his face moved beside hers.

Mouth dangerously close to her ear before be proceeded to whisper.

"Let me take my time with you, my dear."

A shudder wracked her, her legs instinctively tightening trying to wrap fully around his own legs, like her body was trying to latch onto him refusing to let go.

Finally releasing her hands that remained dead at her sides, his own strong hands moved confidently, and possessively-finally moving to release the first button of her blouse.

Undoing it with an almost agonizing slowness, exposing the slightest hint of flushed skin beneath while his own oral assault was renewed on her ear and neck.

Then as another shudder wracked her body.

He calmly worked at releasing the second button down.

then another.

Each second from her perspective lasted as long as a life age on the earth, with constant pleasure coursing through her with narry a single really sexual act having been committed to her person, like in her previous times with Nox and the slaves.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath coming in tiny, desperate pants as his fingers skimmed over the newly revealed flesh that kept exposing itself from the released fabric just resting above her skin.

His fingers entering the opened void tracing, and teasing her exposed abdomen.

"Nox,"

She moaned out his name this time, her body still trying to arch completely off her bed only to be stopped by his still looming body.

But no response came verbally from him, instead he just let out a pleasant humming growl, before his lips moved to her skin again, delving into the exposed nubile flesh, giving soft bites, soothing licks-every sensation causing her head to spin with dizziness, and causing her body to burn even brighter with arousal.

Before she knew it, her blouse had been stripped from her shoulders, completely exposing her abdomen and belly as the shirt itself only now served to bind her arms to her body.

The cool underground room air, cooling the places which had received Nox's oral touch.

Meanwhile his hands began to glide over her sides, slowly ascending and cupping at her youthful breasts still contained within her bra, never trying to slip underneath, just continuing to feed her body with a sensory overload of sensual pleasure.

His hands then began to slowly travel south tracing her sides grasping at her navel, circling her belly button, and descending further still, but stopping just shy of where she needed him most of all.

His iron will restraint was maddening for Amelia.

Her mind was coming wholly undone.

If he was to simply ask her to kill her brother in order to have him lay with her, she would do so without hesitation system or no system.

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Across the room Brandons eyes were blurred with tears but he continued to watch on.

His nails had started to chip and break off as his hands continued to paw and scratch at the barrier wall, his hands still trembling with rage watching his sister being defiled by this one far lesser than himself.

His entire was betraying him, as he was wracked with rage, despair, and a sick twisted arousal for the girl he saw before him.

Burning him from within in all ways possible.

His sister.

His sister.

Pinned beneath another man, and worst of all That man!

Was moaning his name!

Arching into his touch like she was made to be his.

It was blasphemy.

It was torture to watch.

"No..."

His voice had become cracked from yelling out so much in the beginning, only for it to be in vain as the pair before him could not hear or simply did not care to listen.

He had been trying for dozens of minutes to stop watching, to simply pass out to save himself from having to witness anything further.

But he couldnt.

The gas.

That fucking gas.

It was forcing him to watch somehow.

Forcing him to feel everything like he was a sensitive little girl, by having all his emotions and senses enhanced 10x.

Brandon would give anything, absolutely anything to be in Nox's place.

Wanting to be the one to have caused Amelia to tremble, make her whimper, make him beg for it.

But instead, he was nothing, a prisoner, a witness, a worthless bystander who'd been forgotten about by the two locked in their own pink world.

And Nox knew it.

As Brandon's sobs turned ragged, with broken breaths, Nox's lips curved into a new sadistic smirk against Amelia's skin.

Looking over for the first time, he properly acknowledged Brandon's presence.

Not with words.

Not even with a glance.

Only with a deliberate motion of his hand as he trailed it down Amelia's bare stomach-lower and lower.

Until Brandon's entire body siezed.

A devastated scream tore through his throat, primal, and furious.

But there was nothing he could do, as he was forced to watch Nox's hand disappearing under the waistband of his sisters skirt while her eyes bulged trying to pop out of her head feeling his hand lightly tracing over her lowermost undergarments, causing her mind to go white, and entering nirvana.