Smokescreen: A Collection of Vignettes

Chapter 39

Sakura couldn't see anything. Her eyes were blindfolded, and her mouth was gagged by one of her own handkerchiefs. Based on the cool, clean scent lingering in the air, she realized she was lying in the Grandmaster's bed. Her wrists and her ankles were bound together with rope. Fingers brushed her face before they buried themselves in her hair, prepared to yank.

"You've caused so much trouble."

"That calls for a punishment."

Oh, sweet Elder Gods. They were both present.  Sakura wondered if they were going to take turns with her or go at her at once. Chances were, it was going to be the former. The Grandmaster was not really known for sharing, but something told her that things were going to be different.

The dark hunter took his karambit and idly played with it, before letting the blade slide against her thigh and catch the hem of her dress. Sakura jumped at the cool metal brushing against her skin. The hunter chuckled at her reaction. His brother, his superior, remained stoic. Sakura could actually feel his cold stoicism. It was hard not to imagine those eerie white eyes staring her down.

"We know that you love being put in your place." Smoke said huskily. "We're so happy to do that for you."

Oh, lord. The way he said it sent shivers down her spine. She knew how rough and punishing that the two men could be in bed. Her body became warm as she thought about it. A strong hand wrapped itself around her neck and squeezed, not too lightly. Her dress was ripped apart by the karambit, leaving her bare and vulnerable. The gag in her mouth was then removed.

This was how their previous sessions had always started, sans the blindfold. The idea that she was at their mercy sent a dark thrill through her. Sakura knew that there was a slight chance of death. There was never a zero chance with these two, even when she had been allied with them.

"Smm...oke..."

A large hand yanked her hair, making the young woman gasp in pain.

"Show your master some respect." Bi-Han growled.

"Mas...ter!" Sakura gasped out.

"Good girl."

The pressure on her neck was alleviated, but the hand in her hair stayed. She heard the shift of clothes. She was frightened and thrilled all at once. Even though it had been so long since she lay with both men, her body already knew what to do. Her back immediately arched when a cold hand teased her core. The cold upon her heated skin made things much more intense.

If Sakura was going to die, well, it was sort of the best way to die.