“Dom…”
He glides in through all the mess, filling and stretching my walls. His chest flattens against my back and he turns his face into my ear.
“Everyone knows what you’re letting us do to you in here.” His pumps never quicken. Never slow. They maintain their unhurried drives. “We could hear you taking your brother’s cock.”
I don’t know if that’s true or not, but the thought is fleeting and immediately forgotten with the dramatic angling of his hips. The downward tilt. His head snaps against that magical buttonand I gasp. My hips jerk. Lift to meet him. To urge him to do it again.
“None of that.” His weight settles on my back, pinning me. “You’re only here to get used, my pretty whore. You’re nothing but a doll. Our little plaything.” Still, he keeps driving against that spot and adds his fingers to my slippery clit, making it impossible to stop the betrayal of my body. “How many times did you let your brother fill you?”
Toes curling, thigh muscles tensing, I fist the sheets and twist my eyes shut tight as the first wave hits me.
“Three…” I croak.
“I guess I have some catching up to do.” He rolls his fingers faster. “You’ll have to wear a skirt tonight, Isla. And your plug. Daddy has a bet to win.”
“Bet,” I squeak as I shudder and reach the peak.
“Nick and I have a wager to see how many times we can fill you before the weight of our jizz pops the cork out, or your belly gets so round, you get asked if you’re pregnant and you have to explain that, no, it’s all just cum you keep letting us put in you.”
“Oh God…”
With a whining sob, I come apart. My core seizes and sucks at the cock lodged firmly in place. Even when he finishes and adds to the amount, I continue to hold him greedily inside me.
“Four.” He pulls out and stuffs me down on the plug. “Clench, baby. It needs to keep you full. Otherwise, we start over.”
I’m ready for sleep.
I’m ready to crawl to the pillows and fall face first.
But without them messing with my head, I’m aware that I have been gone a really long time and Mom would have noticed. She would also notice that the boys keep disappearing into thebedroom. She’s no doubt fuming, waiting for the second she can pull me into a corner.
Gingerly, I struggle onto my hands and knees. My thighs shudder and protest as my joints are forced back to their usual positions. I know without a doubt that I will feel everything in the morning and wish they’d let me stretch. But that’s the least of my problems.
“I have to talk to Mom,” I mumble, mainly to myself.
“No.” Gentle hands take my arms and guide me carefully over the edge of the bed. They remain in place once I’m properly on my feet. “You will go nowhere near her.”
I blow out a breath and fix him with the full weight of my impatience. “That isn’t how this works, Dom. She’s my mother. I can’t ignore her—”
“She can still be your mother and you can still be civil, though, my vote is for uncivil. But you will not go anywhere with her alone.”
I force a chuckle I don’t feel. “She’s not going to beat me.”
His big, warm hands cradle my cheeks. “That’s the only reason I haven’t put a hit on her. Joking... kind of,” he adds quickly when I frown up at him. “Point is, there are other ways to hurt someone that aren’t physical. Our job is to protect you—”
“That’s what Nick said,” I grumble.
“And he’s right. You are our responsibility. That means, we keep you safe from all harm. Verbal, physical, or mental. We’re not asking you to cut her off, though, you should,” he adds when I open my mouth. “We’re asking you to not be with her alone. That’s all. Can you please do that for us?”
He’s... they’re being ridiculous. But I have a feeling they’re not going to back down and the longer we stand here arguing, the more anxious I’m becoming.
“Okay.”
He leans in and kisses me softly. “Thank you. Now, get dressed and come out.” He turns in the direction of the door. Pauses. Glances back. “No panties. It will just make things harder.”
With a smirk that has me biting the inside of my cheek to battle back my own, I watch him slip out into the corridor. The door shuts behind him, but not before I hear the hum and chatter of way too many voices.
Chapter Nineteen
