Leon’s voice takes on a light, teasing lilt as he coos, “Ah, is your pretty pussy too overstimulated, little bird? Should we make her come?”
“P-Please,” I say, hissing and on the verge of sobbing from the lack of self-control I have left. I want to come, and come, and come, and never stop. That’s what I imagine my orgasm will be like when they finally let me have it.
“Just a bit longer, angel,” Rowan says, his voice cruel, and lovely, and carnal while he unbuttons his pants. His cock comes out, hard and thick and veiny from the strain, like a monster I’m somehow supposed to defend myself from when I’m all but a sloppy mess. “Open your mouth. Don’t suck, just keep my cock nice and warm until we’re ready to fuck you. Is that understood?”
I nod with his cock in my mouth, looking up at him through wet eyelashes. Leon does something to my pussy, but I have no idea what. All I know is it feels good and I’m on the brink of coming again. I take in a breath of air through my nose, preparing myself for it. But despair hits me once again when heremoves his hand, and Rowan hushes me into submission while I cry, my sobs muffled by the size of his cock. My safe word is on the tip of my tongue, but I hold on for a bit longer, hoping they’ll take mercy on me and let me have my release.
“Look at her,” Leon says. “She’s doing so well. She’s got to be the sweetest girl I’ve ever played with.”
Rowan pets my hair. “Why do you think I’m so addicted to her?”
They’re having a conversation, as if… as if I’m not holding Rowan’s cock between my lips… as if I’m not showing Leon my pussy and wetting his fingers while he plays with it. I look up at Rowan, confused, but he isn’t paying attention to me. Or, at least, I don’t think he is.
It makes me that much wetter, feeling like their toy, feeling like they could do anything they want to me. And that I have the power to shut it down if I wanted to.
“You sure you don’t want to share this one?” he asks.
What does he mean by that? Isn’t he sharing me right now?
“No,” Rowan deadpans, his cock twitching in my mouth. “I told you from the beginning. She’s all mine, and all of this is for her. Look how fucking wet she is right now. Christ…”
Leon sighs and inserts a finger into my pussy, idly, and without looking at it this time. “Fair enough.”
I moan and whimper around Rowan’s cock as Leon accidentally forgets to release the pressure on my clit for a second too long. I’m not coming yet, but I am so close.
So close. So close. So close.
A sharp slap lands on my thigh. Rowan looks down at me and says, “I’m so sorry, angel, but no one told you it’s okay to come. You don’t want us to have to start all over again, do you?”
I shake my head, pleading with my eyes. My pussy throbs and begs—begsthem for mercy.
But the mercy never comes.
The two of them have wine and talk politics, each holding a piece of me and teasing me until my sobbing distracts them. Then I’m up on shaky legs, and Rowan bends me over the table in front of us with my arms sprawled above my head. He holds me in place, shoving his cock back into my mouth as Leon’s cock pierces through the entrance of my tight and very little-used ass. It’s the only hole Rowan allowed him to enter.
“Good girl, angel. You’re making me so very proud in front of my friend,” Rowan says while slowly fucking my mouth. Drool and tears fall down my face, my jaw hurting from trying to accommodate his length and thickness.
Leon inches himself forward, his fingers digging into my hips as he hisses through his own pleasure. He’s thick—just as thick as Rowan, and I’m scared it will hurt, but Rowan anticipates that, too.
“Easy. She’s very sensitive down there. I’ve only fucked her once.”
“Fuck,” Leon groans, and his cock stops midway while he brings his hand to my pussy and rubs it some more. I relax into their touch, the throb of my clit resuming with the force of a fucking grenade. And I just know I’m going to come with this man’s cock in my ass… while Rowan tells me how sweet I am and how much he loves fucking my little mouth.
I wake up thrashing in my sheets, sweat coating my forehead and running down my spine. My pussy throbs as I gasp, fighting for air as the memory—the dream—vanishes as quickly as it enveloped me. I open my eyes, and I see it—the same room with the same four walls I’ve been locked in for days.
My prison.
I fall back on the mattress and curl into myself, trying my hardest not to lose myself in my memories again. I once read this book where the main character survived a prison much worse than this. He said the others lost their minds while being therebecause… because all they did when they were alone was think of the life they had back at home. The life that was stolen from them.
My memories are the only safe space I have left. But if I do that… if I make the mistake of hiding in them… I know damn well I’m going to lose my mind. So I settle on imagining all the ways in which I’ll get my revenge. Living in the past might be a dangerous thing, but living in the future? At this point, that’s just being one step ahead.
twelve
Rowan
Westhaven, Montana. In the cool, silent air of the forest, I can feel the drum of my heartbeat like an omen. I welcome it. One hundred soldiers stand behind me, armed to the teeth and hiding behind the same skull masks we all wear. Fifty more cover the outer perimeter. And the final ten are in the operation center—the only men I trust to take care of any…inconveniences.
Hawke comes to my side, looking ahead at the streetlights that cast a hellish glow over the houses in the area. The EFW owns this town. Everyone living and working here—the sheriff’s office, the city hall, and everyone else—they all report to Salister. Through our Intelligence, I couldn’t find any evidence of it being their main outpost, but it sure as hell is a big one. And Dove is in one of these buildings. If I close my eyes, I can almost smell it… the sugared strawberries… the summer rain. Her scent is sculpted into my lungs, and my body begs me to run toward it.
