7
Manson
None of this has gone the way I anticipated or wanted. I guess that isn’t entirely true. Rhea is ours, and a huge part of me doesn’t really give a fuck how we accomplished it. But I also might mourn what we could have had if it had gone differently.
I didn’t want to be just another monster to her. That’s how everyone sees me and Asher, and although he’ll never admit it, I know it bothers him too. We live a life that toes the line and we probably have more enemies than we know, so it would’ve been nice to have at least one person see us as human.
Guess I’ll never know.
I’m sitting here on the couch watching Ash fiddle with her new shock collar, and all I feel is arousal. Maybe I am a monster. Maybe it’s time I accept it like he has. “She’s not going to be happy.”
He huffs. “Of course she won’t be. She thought she won something by stomping on that bracelet and putting a damn lock on her door. She has to learn she doesn’t run shit here. You got any other ideas on how to train her?”
She shouldn’t have to be trained, something inside of me whispers, but a much louder voice says no . I don’t have any other ideas at this point because we’re long past talking this shit out. He made sure of it... and I only helped solidify it. “She’s going to look so fucking hot in that collar,” I admit.
“Like the perfect pet,” he agrees, both of our heads shooting toward the hallway when we hear her clambering out of bed.
I get the camera propped up just in time for her to stumble through the empty doorframe. That might be worse than the collar, honestly — but Asher was furious she snooped through his things. Now she has no door at all, nothing to keep her from us.
Her eyes are just as cold as they were last time as she makes her way toward the couch. But where I expect her to head straight for Asher again, she surprises me.
“Manson,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my waist before I have a chance to sit back down. “You found me.”
“I did,” I reply with a smile, unable to help the feelings I get from being wanted. She might be asleep, but something inside of her just gravitated toward me, and something inside of me knows it. “You were such a bad girl today, pet.”
I can see Asher’s tight fists on his lap as he watches us, but I do my best to pretend I don’t. It’s my turn to take the lead whether she chose me knowingly or not.
My hand slots into her hair so I can tug back and get a closer look at those dead eyes, and they remind me more than anything that none of this is real. She doesn’t know what’s happening to her. “I was bad?” she asks, voice slow and thick. “What did I do wrong?”
“You went through our stuff, put on that lock, broke your bracelet. Take your pick.” I’m speaking to her like she’s a kid, but awake or not, I know she hears me. “Your brother was nice though, he still bought you a new necklace.”
“Really?” Her head tilts, but she doesn’t look away from me. “I was protecting myself. How is that bad?”
I click my tongue, moving her hair behind her ear. “You’re not supposed to protect yourself from us. You belong to us.”
Her expression sours as she draws back from me. “Oh. So you’re going to hurt me?”
So I guess her flight is still activated from earlier. Great.
“You liked the way we hurt you last time? Tell me what you felt when you watched it.”
I motion a finger behind her so Ash knows to move in with that collar before she tries to pull away even more, and when she feels his chest against her back, she flinches hard. “I don’t know.” She knows, she’s likely just not quite as coherent as she was last time. “I—”
“Shhh,” Ash cuts in, fingers ghosting along her throat in anticipation. “You need us, remember? Be a good girl.”
She exhales hard, tipping her head back against his chest. “I am. I am a good girl.”
I don’t miss the small movement of him leaning in to smell her hair, I just choose not to call him out on it and reach into her panties instead.
“What did you come out here for, pet?”
“I was running,” she whispers breathlessly, fear overtaking her features again. “These two guys, they’re keeping me captive. You found me. You always find me.”
I’m too shocked by what she said to move before she throws her arms around my neck and kisses me. How fucking confused is she?
It takes me a second to kiss her back, the shock fading to arousal as I reach down to grip her ass.
Ash takes a step back, but I’m too lost in her to see what type of expression he’s wearing or how he feels about this.
She’s kissing me .
She ran to me.
She thinks I saved her, even though I’m the one she needs saving from.
Fuck, that made me so hard. Maybe not all of me is a monster.
I strip her slowly then lift her up, taking control of her sloppy kiss as I begin to back toward the couch. Ash follows us closely like he’s watching my every move, but I still keep my focus on her.
I can feel that she isn’t awake, yet that knowledge does absolutely nothing to turn me off.
Especially when she bites my bottom lip and makes my cock twitch. “Please,” she gasps, grinding herself against me as I struggle to sit down without dropping her. “Fuck, I’m so wet.”
“Yeah?” I’m struggling to get my pants down so much that Ash cusses under his breath and moves in to help me. He shoves them down hard the second I lift her up, and then surprises the hell out of me when he grips my cock for her to sit on. “Thanks, Ash.”
Though I notice how tightly he’s squeezing me, I don’t comment on it. He’s doing the best he can right now and physically helping me fuck his step-sister, so I don’t feel like I have room to complain when I sink inside of her.
What starts as a slow descent quickly becomes something else when Ash takes it upon himself to shove her down, her tight pussy clamping around me so good I groan loudly, and the pained whimper she releases only spurs me on. “Your big brother wants you to take it, pet. So fucking take it. Ride me.”
His eyes flick to the collar more than once as she starts moving, bouncing with her perfect tits in my face. She’s not looking at me anymore, not directly. She’s looking past me to something I’m not sure is really there.
Her vacant expression shouldn’t make me hard, but here we are.
At least I’m not alone.
Ash lifts her off of me quickly and spins her around, slamming her back down on my cock hard enough to hurt my balls, but when I watch him take himself out to rub his cock all over her face I forget to complain. “Gonna spit-roast this little slut?”
“Hell yeah. Look at how she chases my dick.”
Sure enough, she nearly falls off my lap trying to get to him, mouth open and tongue hanging out. The little moan she lets out as she squirms has me throbbing, the one he releases when she sucks the head in has me leaking, and I swear I have the best seat in the house.
I have a pretty, obedient little cunt clenching around me as I watch my best friend get sucked off by her — I could do this shit forever.
“Suck him good, pet.”
To make her squirm, I reach around and pinch her clit, and the way it makes her choke has me doing it again and again until she’s a slippery, moaning mess.
“Come on, pet. Come while you’re choking on my dick.”
His growly voice spurs me to fuck up into her harder so she gags more, and I feel it the moment she obeys him. Whether she wants to or not, I feel the way her pussy pulses and clenches, the way she goes taut and limp all at once.
“Did she do it?” he grunts, holding her head down and shoving his cock deep in her throat. “Did she fucking come?”
“Hell yeah,” I grunt. “Fucking strangling me, Ash. You think she can swallow like this?”
He pulls out to grip her throat and pushes his palm down, grinning wickedly when she swallows out of instinct. “Yeah, she will.” Leaning down, he meets her eyes. “See, Sleeping Slut? You can deny it all you want, but now we’ve got proof. Do it again.”
She gasps for air a moment before he buries himself deep again, pinning her nose to his body.
“You can come up for air when you come for us again. You want to live, Rhea? You want to breathe? Earn the air in your lungs.”
She bucks and I swear it’s a miracle she doesn’t wake up, one I send a silent thank you out into the universe for. I’ve never seen him this way, but something tells me Asher needs this. After the last time he slept better than he has in a long time, and the way he joked around the next day proved exactly how relaxed fucking Rhea made him.
It felt like I had my best friend back.
When she orgasms again I feel it drip down onto my balls, making them tighten faster than I want them to. “She came,” I breathe, my rhythm faltering when I watch him lose control.
He gives her five seconds to breathe before he’s fucking her tight throat like he hates her, but I can see something in his eyes he’d never admit to.
He craves her submission.
Whether or not this will ever be enough, I don’t know — but it’s all we’re gonna get.
“Get the collar,” he snaps out. “Put it on her.”
I glance to my left and right so fast gives me whiplash, but I spot the blue collar just as Ash pulls something out of his pocket that catches me completely off guard. He jams it into her arm the second the collar’s lock engages. Our eyes meet when I realize exactly what he just did, and knowing she’ll never go anywhere we can’t follow has me blowing instantly.
Me coming has him nearing the edge quickly, but not before he tugs her in by the collar and growls, “Her fucking eyes are closed.”
I don’t see why that makes a difference until I remember Ash probably chose blue because it will bring out her eyes. I have my suspicions, anyway. He’ll never admit it, but I see it clear as day all the same. “You’ll see how it looks tomorrow.”
Ignoring me completely, Ash wraps her hair around his fist and loses control, hips snapping until his jaw is dropping and he’s filling her mouth with cum.
Bred on both ends, just like she was always meant to be.
“You think the episode’s over?” I ask quickly. “Is that why her eyes are closed?”
“Yeah.” Pulling himself out, Ash takes a step back and shakes his head. “I don’t know how long she’s been awake, but she’s awake.”
When he leans in to slap her cheek softly, her cunt flexes around my over-sensitive cock. I need him to do that again before I come next time.
“Rhea?”
He slaps again a little harder, but she doesn’t react. At least not that I can see.
“She’s faking it. She never closes her eyes during episodes, and there’s no way she fell back into a deep sleep with us still inside her. What’s the matter, little sis?” he goads. “Afraid to admit you woke up and didn’t want us to stop?”
He reaches out to scoop up some cum that leaked out of her pouty lips and feeds it to her, but again, she doesn’t react.
Either he’s wrong... or she’s fucking good.
“Course she didn’t. She needs us, remember?”
Ash nods. “Was it when we put your collar on? When he came? Even sooner?” He’s taunting her, voice low and deep. “Maybe it was when you were kissing the life out of Manson, huh?”
I think Hell has a better chance of freezing over than for her to ever kiss me on purpose, but I can’t deny the hope that sparked when he said it.
But if she woke up that early, she knows he fucking microchipped her. The cops will be here by morning.
Maybe it’s time to break that laptop.
“Whatever, let me get her back in bed. It doesn’t matter if she’s awake or not.”
His tight jaw says he wants to argue, but I’m glad to see that he doesn’t. He watches me carry her there like a lost puppy though, and a part of me feels bad he holds so many emotions inside. But it’s his fault they’re there, not mine.
Laying her back, I stare down at her body again and wait to see if she’ll stir. Her eyes are closed, breathing even, but like Ash I have the strongest feeling she’s awake. “Sleep good, Rhea. You were good for us tonight.”
Nothing.
Maybe she really is asleep.