Chapter Three
Rebecca
Rebecca
By the time we got to the cabin, it was ridiculously late. I hardly remember going in, but we stumbled to bed and crashed without even changing clothes. Now, I am lying in bed, watching Jett sleep. He looks so peaceful, but he has me trapped. I have needed to pee for hours now, but I haven’t been willing to wake him.
“Jett,” I say softly, poking his cheek. “Wake up.”
Nothing.
“Jett, I will piss on you if you don’t let me up to go to the bathroom,” I warn. “Okay… Here I go…”
“I dare you,” Jett mutters with a sleepy smile, keeping his eyes closed.
“Please! I need to pee,” I complain. He grins as he shifts and pulls his jeans off. I gasp when he grabs me and pulls me onto him. “No! I will seriously… Oh fuck.”
I moan when he abruptly fills my pussy, perks of still having a sundress on and no panties. “Better hold it,” he grins as he pulls me down with my arms pinned between us.
“Oh my fuck!” I cry out when he pulls out of me and slams back in. He starts to pound into me, and I can’t escape the feeling. My body is so tense as I keep my pussy tightened around him in fear of pissing everywhere. This causes him to thrust harder and me to moan wildly. He is already huge, but tensing up makes him feel even bigger.
Jett rolls us and hooks his arms behind my knees and leans into me, making me tighten more as he pushes deeper. “Fuuuck,” I scream out as another orgasm hits me. “Please, oh God! I can’t!”
“Goddamn it, you are so fucking tight,” he growls as he rails me into the bed. I have my nails digging into his arm, and my back arches off the bed. Yet another blinding climax rips through me as his pace falters and he starts to come. When he shoves as deep as my body will allow to drain his cock inside of me, I am whimpering.
“Mean. You’re mean,” I whine, and he laughs. “Fuck, it was so good, though.”
“Go pee,” he laughs and kisses me. When he rolls off me, I jump up and run out of the room. Not expecting a brick wall of a human to be standing in the hallway, I let out a shrill scream and nearly fall.
“I have to pee!” I scream at Jerome. He cocks his head to the side, clearly confused as to why I just yelled that at him. I hear Jett behind me, and he isn’t approaching, but Jerome sidesteps and motions for me to go. “Thank you, thank you.”
I rush past him and run to the bathroom just past where he is standing. I let out a dramatic groan when I sit and am finally able to pee. Once I am done and clean up, I take a deep breath and go to the door. It takes me a second, but I step out to find Jerome and Jett waiting. I go to step past Jerome to go to Jett, but Jerome very gently pushes me back against the wall and stands in front of me.
“You ran,” he says with a soft and velvety tone. He has a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. Jerome is a massive, six-foot-six-inch-tall man with dark brown hair. His rich hazel eyes peer down at me, and under his gaze, I feel even smaller.
“Not from you,” I whisper, trying to hold back tears. I don’t know why I am crying now, and I feel like an idiot.
“Then from Garrett,” he says, and I nod. “Come sit. Jett, she looks like she’s going to fall apart. Don’t be afraid to comfort her, please.”
“Weirdest mafia boss ever,” I sniff as Jerome takes my hand and pulls me toward the living room. I sit on the loveseat with Jett as Jerome sits on the ottoman in front of me. Jett is rubbing my back, and I am quickly shutting down.
“I don’t think you can call the man weird,” Jett says, lightening the mood. I look over at him, and he turns me on the seat to face him. “Love, I know you are scared. Just go slow. Clearly, he has patience, so don’t overload yourself. Okay?”
“This isn’t fair,” I say tearfully.
“I know it isn’t, Bex,” he says.
“Bex?” Jerome asks, and I turn to look at him. “Garrett called you Rebecca.”
“Jett and his brother always called me Bex, so it stuck. Garrett is the only one who calls me Rebecca,” I explain.
“Bex it is then,” he says. “Why did you run?”
“Because Garrett… He’s abusive, and I just don’t want to be hurt by him anymore,” I admit.
“Abusive how?” He asks, narrowing his eyes at me.
“I picked her up yesterday, and her face was swollen with a handprint from him slapping her so hard,” Jett says when I don’t. “He twisted her nipple so hard that it’s bruised. He also slapped her breast hard enough to bruise.”
“I didn’t notice the bruises,” I admit.
“And the bruises on her thighs,” Jett adds.
“May I?” Jerome asks.
“Yeah. I don’t have panties on, though,” I say.
“Sweet girl, I have tasted your cunt. I am more concerned about the bruising,” he remarks smoothly. I blush hard, and he chuckles. “Sit back, Bex.”
I sigh and sit back so he can push my dress up. I watch as he pulls my legs apart and gently touches the bruises with the tips of his fingers. He looks lost in thought, but rage is burning in his eyes. “Do they hurt?” he asks, looking up at me but keeping his hands on my thighs.
“No, they… Ow!” I say when he presses in on one of the bruises.
“Please, do not downplay the severity of this, Bex,” he says, and I nod. “What happened?”
“I… He caught me texting with Jett. He always hits me with an open hand so he doesn’t bruise my face. He told me to bend over the couch, and I said no… He… He, uh… forced me to ride him with a gun in my face. He told me to come or die, so I did what he said. I, uh… had to fake some of it, but he got what he wanted and left the house. He busted my phone, but I was still able to call Jett. He came and got me, and I ran.”
“So, here is my dilemma, Bex. I paid for you to be my wife,” he says. “Not only was no one allowed to touch you, including him, once I paid last week, but he assured me that you were taken good care of. I was under the impression that you were mostly consenting to this.”
“He forced me to let men rape me every single day,” I snap. “For years, he has let men pay to use me. Once, nearly one hundred of them over three days at some convention. Do you know what happens to a woman’s pussy when she gets fucked for three days straight?”
“I do not,” Jerome says calmly. Both his tone and his face are calm, but it’s his eyes that speak of the rage burning in him.
“I was so swollen and bruised that he opted to lock me in a room for a month so I could heal,” I say.
“Bex,” Jett says.
“Right,” I say. “You bought me to be your wife and give you a kid, right?”
“Why do you ask?” Jerome questions.
“Garrett forced me to have a hysterectomy two years ago,” I say. “I am of no use to you because I cannot give you or anyone else a child.”
“Prove it,” he says simply.
“Oh, let me just pull an ultrasound out of my ass,” I snip, but stop myself and close my eyes. “I’m sorry…. How?”
“Scars,” Jett says. “You have surgical scars.”
“Oh… Right,” I sigh.
“First, I’d like to see this bruising he mentioned on your breast,” he says.
“It’s easier just to say you wanna see my titties,” I say as I pull the strap of my dress down my arm so I can pull the dress down and reveal my breast.
“I suppose I cou… Jesus Christ, Bex,” Jerome says. “Lay her back across your lap, Jett.”
Jett turns me so I can lie back, and he moves closer. “Damn,” I say when I look down and the side of my breast is black and blue in the vague outline of a handprint. Jerome pulls my arm up above my head before gently caressing my breast.
“Does it hurt?” he asks.
“The bruises don’t. My nipple is…sensitive. More so than normal,” I say.
“Gentle touches she seems to handle okay. I think anything more than light would cause pain,” Jett says.
“Hmm,” Jerome replies. My eyes are closed, so I don’t realize his plan until Jerome leans down and lightly sucks on my nipple. I gasp loudly and damn near come up off the couch, but I don’t object.
“Oh, but you don’t have a comparison,” Jett offers. I open my eyes and look up at him, and he winks at me. I realize in this moment that I have my thighs pressed together tightly. Jerome has his large hand wrapped around my thigh, so he also can tell that I am clearly turned on by this. Jerome pulls the other side down before sucking harder on my nipple. When he nips, I moan far louder than intended.
“Interesting,” Jerome says simply as he sits up and Jett fixes my dress. “May I see the scars?”
“You ask me as though I have a choice in the matter, Jerome,” I deadpan before pulling my dress up to my waist.
“It’s courtesy,” he says.
“I have one long incision just above the pubic bone and two smaller ones, one at each hip. They tried to just do laparoscopic, I think, but ended up cutting me open. They took the uterus and cervix but left my ovaries.”
“And you are positive that is the surgery that was performed?”
“Well, the freak has it in a jar on his desk, so yeah. I am pretty confident,” I say.
“Uh… Ew?” Jett says. “Why?”
“Because he said it was a reminder that he owns me and he can do whatever he wants to my body,” I say. Jerome lightly drags his fingers across the scars, from one hip to the other, and my breath audibly catches in my throat.
“I wasn’t actually trying to tease you this time, but now I’m tempted,” Jerome remarks. “You can sit up.”
Jerome sits back in front of me and sighs. “So, here’s the deal, Bex. I have limited options here…”
“No,” I say as panic builds.
“Garrett will be handled, but I spent…” he starts to say. Before I can stop myself, I jump up and back away from him as I start crying.
“Rebecca,” he growls and promptly comes after me. I fold instantly and bring myself down to the ground as I start sobbing. “Jesus… Jett?”
“I warned you that she was on the edge,” Jett says simply as he walks over and kneels beside me. Jerome squats down to be on my level, but I am quickly melting down. “Bex, baby. Look at me.”
“I can’t lose you again,” I say as my tears start to turn hysterical.
“Bex, you don’t even know what he was going to say,” Jett says. “Come sit, and let’s just go through this one step at a time, okay?”
“Okay,” I whimper. Jett pulls me up and brings me back over to sit. This time, Jerome takes one of my hands, and Jett takes the other.
“Bex, I paid two-point-five million dollars for this. For you,” he says. “It was a rather public transaction too, so I am not in a position to get refunds or make deals. I have a reputation to uphold, and if I let this go, it will cause several problems.”
“Please don’t do this,” I cry. “Please don’t take me from Jett.”
“I’m not,” Jerome says. “But you two are coming with me.”
“What?” I ask. “I can’t give you a child, Jerome.”
“Bex, I don’t want children,” he says. “I have the option of taking on an apprentice and ensuring they know everything they need to know so they can take over one day… I don’t need a child to do that. Yes, a child is more ideal, but I won’t be at risk of being attacked if I take an apprentice rather than letting you off the hook.”
“I don’t want to marry you,” I frown.
“I didn’t say you had to,” Jerome says, squeezing my hand. “All I am saying is that you two need to be with me. I won’t cut your family out of your life either. You live in my home and occasionally make an appearance if needed.”
“What about Jett?” I ask.
“He’s saying it would appear as though you have two partners,” Jett says.
“And you are okay with this?” I snap at him but sigh when he raises his eyebrow at me.
“Bex, I am keeping an open mind,” Jett says. “I have to try and see things from his point of view, and I get it. He would look weak if he gave you a pass. He also didn’t say it was permanent.”
“At least a year or two,” Jerome says.
“And then we are free?” I ask Jerome.
“You won’t be a prisoner, Bex,” he says. “All I ask is that you keep your mouth shut about the things you might see, and you remain respectful in public. When we are at home, be a brat all you want. I will never subject you to being around violence, and you will never be in any danger. Neither of you.”
“I mean, I don’t have a choice, so… whatever,” I say coldly.
“Okay,” he shrugs. “Get your stuff. We can buy you anything else you need. Let your family know what’s going on so they do not worry. I’d like for them to be invited to the house so they can see that you are safe.”
“I can text Levi,” Jett says before hugging me. “You are safe, Bex. I know you are triggered, but you are safe.”
“Is it the bags in the room?” Jerome asks.
“Yes,” Jett says.
“Take her out, and I’ll get my men to handle it,” he says, gently patting my leg. Jett scoops me into his arms and carries me out of the cabin, and I cling to him as we walk.
I stay with my face buried in Jett’s chest for the entire drive. Jerome checks on me but doesn’t make me move or speak. Even when Jett gets us out and carries me into the house, I keep my face hidden. I am so afraid to let go of him, so I don’t move an inch.
Jett’s phone starts ringing, and he answers it on speaker. “Hello?”
“What the fuck is going on?” Levi demands. “Are you okay? Is Bex okay?”
“We are fine. Bex is triggered, but it’s because of our history, not what’s happening. We are at Jerome’s house, and he said y’all are encouraged to come visit so you can see us and know all is well,” Jett says.
“I don’t give a goddamn who the fuck he is. If he hurts you or Rebecca, I will put a goddamn bullet in his brain,” Levi says matter-of-factly. I sit up because now I’m invested. I look at Jerome, and he simply smiles.
“Levi,” I say.
“Bex. Are you…”
“Chill the fuck out, dude,” I say, and I hear Arden cackle in the background. “We are fine. I am battling memories, but Jerome hasn’t hurt anyone. Despite my waves of panic, I understand he doesn’t have much of a choice without ruining himself. As long as he doesn’t pimp me out and I have Jett, I’m fine. Also, you are welcome to come over.”
“Fine. Tomorrow afternoon,” Levi says.
“I’ll send you the address,” Jerome says. “You are Jett’s brother, correct?”
“Yes,” Levi says harshly.
“You are a good brother, Levi. I promise, they are safe. They are together, and they are not prisoners. We need to handle Garrett, but he is of no threat to her anymore,” he says. “Bring everyone with you, and we can have lunch. I want this to be as painless as possible for everyone.”
“Fine. We will be there at noon,” Levi says.
“We love you guys,” Jett says. “I’ll have my phone, so call or text. We still need to get Bex a new one.”
“I’ll bring her one,” Levi says. “Love you too.”
“Okay. See you tomorrow,” Jett says. He shakes his head and sets his phone down. “Sorry, he’s… been through a lot.”
“He is protective,” Jerome says.
“God, you’re so damn weird,” I say. “And not scary at all.”
“Do you want me to be scary, Bex?” Jerome asks with a smile.
“I don’t know how to answer that,” I admit.
“Come on. Let me show you the room,” Jerome says. We stand and follow Jerome upstairs. We step into the master bedroom, and I am suddenly confused.
“Wait,” I say, backing up. Jerome grabs my hands, and Jett holds my waist.
“Talk to me, Bex. Stop running,” Jerome says.
“Why are we in here?” I ask quietly.
“Because I have people in and out of this house and you two belong to me,” he says simply. “I bought you, and there is an expectation of me that you are my partner. If Jett is going to be here, he is mine as well.”
“I… did not expect you to say that,” I admit. I look back at Jett, and he is staring at Jerome with both confusion and interest in his eyes.
“Go sit on the end of the bed. Both of you,” Jerome says. I move to the bed, but Jett doesn’t. Jerome steps close and maintains eye contact with him as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock free. Jett is hard, and my mouth falls open when Jerome starts stroking him. Jett’s eyes flutter, and for the first time, I see a wave of submissiveness fall over him. “Go sit on the bed, Jett. I want to show her that she is safe. Can you help me show her?”
“Yes,” he whispers.
“Yes. Sir.” Jerome’s voice is firm but gentle.
“Yes sir,” Jett says with a gentle tone.
Holy fuck… That is the hottest thing I have ever heard and witnessed. Jerome with Jett’s cock in his hand, slowly stroking him. Jett, a melted puddle of submission. When Jett finally moves, he moves over to sit on the bed. He stops for a moment and grabs me by the throat, pulling me up slightly to meet his face.
“Make no fucking mistake, Bex. Bending for him does not ever mean…”
“I know,” I interrupt. “You can submit to him and still dominate me. It’s called a switch, and it’s the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.”
“I love you,” Jett whispers before kissing me.
“I love you too,” I smile.
Jett sits, and Jerome immediately starts pulling his clothes off and laying him back on the bed. I turn and watch as Jerome gets some lube and a massive dildo out. My eyes go wide, and Jerome winks at me. “It’s a mold of my cock.”
“Jesus,” I mutter.
“Oh dear God,” Jett groans.
“Do not move, speak, or come without permission,” Jerome commands. “Would you like a safe word?”
“No,” Jett says. “She doesn’t have one, and there is assumed consent without limitations, so it’s only fair.”
“Good boy. Fair is fair,” Jerome praises before looking at me. “Do not touch yourself, Bex.”
“Boo,” I say, and he smiles.
Jerome pulls Jett’s feet up so the soles are flat on the bed and his legs are spread far apart. Jerome applies plenty of lube to the dildo before lining it up. He starts stroking his cock with a firm grip, and Jett moans deliciously.
“Relax,” Jerome says as he starts to push the toy inside Jett. Jett groans deeply, and I offer him my hand to hold. He grips onto me and is panting as Jerome slowly fills his ass as he strokes his swollen cock. “Oh, my sweet boy. You’re doing so well… Look how fucking hard you are for me… You are taking my cock, Jett. How does it feel? Feels marvelous, doesn’t it?”
“Oh,” Jett groans and lifts his hips. “So fucking… oh! Good! It’s so good.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes! More. Oh God, more,” Jett moans.
“Keep stroking your cock. Do not come and go slow,” Jerome says. Jett nods rapidly and slowly rubs his cock. Jerome goes to the closet and brings over a machine. He hooks it up so the dildo in Jett’s ass is secure to the machine. Jerome uses a remote to turn it on slow, and Jett moans again as he lifts his hips to let it push deeper. Jerome positions Jett better so he can reach deep before moving Jett’s hand and taking him down his throat.
“Oh dear God,” I pant as I watch Jerome suck Jett’s cock. He takes every goddamn inch of him and sucks hard as the machine slowly fucks him, hard and deep. I watch his hand, and the machine slowly quickens its speed until it is pounding into him and absolutely wrecking my boyfriend’s ass.
“Undress,” Jett growls at me between moans. Jerome is literally fucking slurping on his cock, making it messy as he sucks him. I jump up and yank my dress off. When I get back in the bed, Jett grabs me and pulls me over so my knees are on either side of his head. He wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls me down.
“Oh fuck!” I moan loudly when he starts viciously sucking my come. The fact he can dominate me while Jerome dominates him is incredible. He is moaning against my pussy, and as soon as Jerome speaks, he explodes.
“Come for me, Jett. Let me drink you,” Jerome commands. When he takes him back down his throat, he starts swallowing as Jett comes. I am nearly screaming as he sucks me as hard as he can, forcing a violent orgasm out of me. “Oh, good boy. Keep coming, Jett. I’m going to milk this pretty cock dry.”
“Please. Oh, my God… Please can I… oh God,” I moan.
“Help him come,” Jerome tells me. Do not dominate him. Suck your master.”
I lay over his body and take him to the back of my throat. Jerome grabs the sides of my head and proceeds to force me down on his cock. I suck eagerly, and Jerome uses my throat as though I am a toy. It takes him no time at all to come again, and I fall with him. When I pull away, Jerome keeps me laid over him but starts stroking his cock fast with a tight grip. Jett is getting his ass pounded by this toy, and after a minute, he goes back to the closet to come back with another attachment. It wraps around his cock and starts sucking and vibrating around his cock.
Jerome pulls me off Jett, and his moans are like screams as he is forced to come again. “Fuck, such a good boy, Jett. Does it feel good?”
“Yes, sir. Oh God, it feels so good. So deep. Oh God, so fucking deep,” Jett moans.
“Keep coming, Jett. Don’t stop coming for me,” Jerome commands. “Think your pretty little slave will like my cock, Jett?”
“God, yes. She will love it,” Jett moans. “Fuck… coming. I’m coming. Oh God, I’m coming. Oh, my God. Yes. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuck.”
His entire body tenses, and his eyes roll back as his muscles shake. His orgasm is so powerful that he is dead fucking silent as the toys obliterate him. I can see his come shoot out into the end of the sucking machine, and then his body is limp. Jerome stops the toys and takes them off to let Jett relax. He grabs me and pulls me down to his chest as he tries to catch his breath.
“I love you so fucking much,” I say softly.
“I love you too,” he whispers. “I am definitely bisexual. I’d fucking destroy that man’s ass.”
“I’d love to see him hooked up just like that,” I giggle.
“Let him enjoy you,” Jett says. “You are safe.”
“Okay, but I think his dick will kill me. I can hardly take you, and if that is his size…”
“Oh, I’ll fit,” Jerome says. “I will never be gentle with either of you because it is simply not in my nature. But I expect you to communicate when you are in real pain. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I say sweetly. I watch as he undresses, and when he reveals his cock, I shake my head. I start to try to move away, but he grabs me by the hair and drags me closer. I open my mouth for him, and he immediately shoves it to the back of my throat. When I violently gag, he holds me in place with his hands holding my head.
“Relax. Breathe, Bex. You can breathe,” he encourages. I’m sitting on the bed with him standing in front of me, and I have my hands tightened into fists as I try to calm my natural instinct to fight him. I’m starting to panic, and I hit my leg a few times, but Jett promptly grabs my wrists.
“You’re okay, Bex. Relax,” Jett says softly.
I managed to stop violently retching, and Jerome starts slowly fucking my mouth. “Look at me, Bex,” Jerome says. I open my eyes and look up, and fuck, the way he’s looking at me is incredible. Praise is pouring out of his gaze, and it makes me feel so fucking nice. “Oh, good girl, Bex. That’s it. Suck me… Fuck, your throat is nice.”
He steadily quickens his pace until he reaches a point where he is relentlessly fucking my throat. I have a full handle on myself now, so I am relaxed. He pushes as deep as he possibly can, but he’s too big for me to take all of him. I can’t take either of them completely, but they sure do try their best to push themselves down my throat.
“Fuck,” I groan when he pulls out of my mouth and shoves me back onto the bed.
“Got one more in you?” Jerome asks Jett with a smirk.
“Oh no,” I whine.
“For her? I have more than one,” Jett chuckles. Jerome lies on the bed beside me, and I’m confused, so I sit up.
“Ride my cock, Bex,” Jerome encourages.
“I don’t know if…”
“You are fearful of me hurting you. You being on top gives you control to take me in so we can go at your pace,” Jerome says. “It’s temporary.”
“Okay,” I sigh and move up to my knees so I can straddle him. I instantly start crying and try to move off him, but Jerome holds my hips.
“What do you need, Bex?” Jerome asks.
“No choice,” I whisper. Without warning, Jerome pulls my hips down as he thrusts his up, slamming his cock inside of me. The scream that comes out of me is equivalent to the sound of my soul being shredded as he instantly finds a pace that is absolutely devastating. I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind as he rails into me from below, but it’s when he pulls me down to his chest that things increase tenfold. He is pounding into me, and Jett doesn’t offer any warning either as he falls into rhythm and shoves into my ass. I wasn’t even aware that he had gotten hold of the lube. I can’t think or speak, only scream, as they obliterate me. I am sent straight to heaven as orgasms flood out of me one by one.
When they come, they both shove so deep that my belly pulsates with pain. I can feel them as they explode inside of me, draining their cocks. My body is tightening around theirs, milking every drop from their bodies. I relax with a whimper on Jerome’s chest. They are both still buried deep inside of me, but Jett is relaxed with his head laying on my back. When we’ve managed to catch our breath a little, I move to lay between them. I drape my arm across my eyes as one of them cleans me.
“So,” I say. “Are we sure only a year or two?”
Jett and Jerome laugh heartily, and I giggle. “It will go on for however long you two want; we just need a few years so no one questions anything.”
“Thank you for being patient with me and ya know… not murdering us,” I mutter. Jerome rolls me to face him before propping up to look at me.
“Bex, you are a sweet woman. You are kind and compassionate. I have never hurt a woman, and I do not plan on it. I think we will all get along wonderfully.”
“What’s next?”
“We relax while my men find Garrett. Tomorrow, we will have your family over. Hopefully, I can alleviate some fears so that Levi does not shoot me,” Jerome smiles.
“I need a nap,” I yawn.
“Then nap,” he says, nudging me so he’ll encourage me to roll. “We are right here.” I turn and face Jett so I can bury my face in his chest.
“You two looked good together,” I tell Jett. “I loved seeing how you melted for him.”
“I loved how it felt to melt for him,” he admits. Jerome and Jett wrap their arms around me, and I sigh as I relax.
“I want to see you fucking obliterate his ass,” I mutter.
“Soon,” Jerome says, kissing my shoulder.