Chapter Eleven #2
“It means triggered or not, you are still going to take my cock,” he sneers before slamming his cock into me.
I arch off the bed with a gasp, and he sets a brutal pace as he fucks me.
His piercings rub against me as his cock stretches me.
He keeps my arms above my head but leans down to whisper in my ear.
“Fight me, Milly. Find out how fun it can be to resist me.”
“You’re a freak,” I moan.
“Fight me, Milly,” he demands. “Do it. Fight me. Are you just going to lie there and take it from me? Sounds familiar, huh?”
“Fuck you!” I yell as he slams into me, making my voice break. I bring my knees up and manage to get them against his abdomen. I push against him as hard as I can, and the second I have the room, I roll and try to crawl out from under him. He cackles and grabs my hips to drag me back.
“Nice try, baby. Keep fighting. You’re so fucking tight when you fight,” Adam groans as he shoves back into my pussy.
“Fucking asshole,” I groan and claw at the bed to try and fight him. I don’t want to win, though. I want him to hurt me. I want to be used and abused, because I know he will take care of me. They both will.
“As much as I want to choke your husband, I think he should join us,” Adam says as he drags me up.
Grayson moves to lie in front of me before pulling me on top of him and pulling me down on his cock.
He grabs his arms around my body and abruptly starts pounding into my pussy, making me scream into his chest.
“Oh my God, Daddy. Fuck!” I scream.
“You want two daddies, don’t you?” Grayson grunts.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I moan. “Please!”
“Tell him, Baby Girl,” Grayson urges.
“Please take my ass…”
“Say it, Baby Girl,” Grayson grunts, slamming deeper.
“Please, fuck my ass, Daddy,” I beg.
“Fuck, how can I resist that?” Adam groans.
The thing about loving pain is that things still hurt, but I find pleasure in that.
When Adam suddenly and violently grabs my hips and slams into my ass, Grayson grabs me by the throat and cuts off my scream.
They both start to pound into me in an alternate pattern, and it hurts.
My belly is aching, and I will undoubtedly be sore as hell tomorrow, but it’s worth every brutal stroke.
I can tell that Adam used lube, which I am so thankful for.
Adam grabs me by the hair and pulls my head up, and I put my hands on Grayson’s chest for support as Adam takes over, choking me.
Only being allowed small bursts of air has my body buzzing.
Adam pulls me back more, and it forces me to move my hands.
When I do, Grayson abruptly slaps the fuck out of my breast. The burning pain spreads across my chest, but then he does it to the other side.
I sit up more, pushing my breasts out, but he is hitting something inside of me at this angle that has my eyes rolling back.
When he twists my nipples, my body starts to tremble.
Adam tightens his grip until I cannot breathe, and they pound into me harder and faster.
A pressure that I’ve never felt before rapidly grows in my belly, and it’s almost like I have to pee.
When Adam releases my throat and I suck in a breath of air, the rush of oxygen to my brain sends me spiraling into an orgasm so intense that my body tenses and warmth floods out of me, soaking us and the bed.
Adam and Grayson fall with me, and I can feel it as their cocks pulse inside of me, filling me with come.
By the time they move me down to lie, I am shaking so badly that I am nearly convulsing.
I can’t make it stop. They quickly clean me and the bed before Grayson lays me on my side so he can pull me to his chest. Adam is close behind me with his arms hugging me back against his chest. I am squished between them, and I slowly start to relax.
No one says anything until I am completely relaxed and breathing normally again.
“You two are monsters,” I mumble. Grayson lifts my chin and gently kisses me.
“I love you so much, Milly,” Grayson says.
“You are amazing in every way. I know you meant some of the things you said, and I accept that. I want to be as perfect for you as you are for me. I’m so sorry I made you feel broken and something for me to repair.
You are the strongest person I know, and I should treat you as such. ”
“I just need you to try to see me as your wife now, not your patient,” I say. “Because I’m not. You two might be here to help me, but I want you to be my husband first.”
“So you do want Adam, too?” he asks with a grin.
“Yeah,” I say. “I don’t understand it when I hardly know him, but I want him to be just as much my partner as you are.”
“Your husband,” he corrects.
“Yes,” I laugh.
“Okay,” he says, kissing me. “Ready to see the pictures?”
“Ugh…. Yeah,” I say with a sigh. I roll to my back as Grayson grabs his tablet off the bedside table. He taps around for a moment before handing it to me.
“Swipe to the right, and that is Thomas,” he tells me. I swipe over, and I’m confused.
“When was this taken?” I ask.
“He renewed his license three years ago,” he says. “Why?”
“This is my dad,” I say. “He looks older but…”
“Are you sure?” Adam asks me.
“I am,” I say.
“Think back to the day he died,” Adam says. “Just focus on his face. Nothing else. Not his words or actions… just his face.”
I close my eyes and picture what he looked like. It looks… similar… but that’s not who I remember as my dad…
“I’m so confused,” I say. “Is there a picture of him when he shot himself?” I ask.
“Uh… Yeah. Are you sure you want to see that?” Grayson asks as I sit up.
“I’m trying to make sense of who it is I am seeing,” I say. Grayson takes the tablet and taps around before handing it back.
“Swipe over,” he says softly.
I take a breath and drag my finger across. Memories flash in my head. I was so focused on how I was in pain. “That’s not my dad…” I say quietly. I replay the scene in my head over and over again, trying to figure out why I was calling him Daddy.
“Oh God…” I say quietly. “Oh my God…”
“What is it?” Grayson asks, lifting my face to look at him.
“That’s not my Dad… I can see his body… There was blood… Fuck, why did I think it was him?” I ask.
“What are you talking about?” Adam asks.
“Dad… he was playing dolls with me. I wasn’t home alone,” I say.
“Someone came in and got mad. He shot Dad. I don’t know where, but he was on the floor bleeding.
I was screaming for my Daddy, and I thought I was saying it to the one kicking me…
but I wanted him to help me… Mom came in and yelled my name, but then she was yelling at Dad.
I thought it was… but then this man put the gun in his mouth…
I don’t remember who that is… but Dad never hurt me.
He was playing dolls… He always played dolls with me… ”
“Do you want to see him?” Adam asks.
“Right now?”
“Yeah,” he tells me.
“Is he safe?” Grayson asks. “Greg took her to him for her arm.”
“I don’t think Greg would have known. His nurses do everything, and he just does the surgeries,” he says. “He would obviously know she is alive, but I don’t know why he’s stayed hidden.”
“I want to see him,” I say.
“Let’s go then,” Grayson says.
“I’ll call and say Milly needs stitches or something. I am positive he will show,” Adam says.