Chapter 18
Chapter
Eighteen
SIERRA
Cain leans in, his words no more than a hot breath against my ear. "We want to own you completely, sweet Sierra. Body, mind, and soul."
A shiver runs through me at his words. At his use of my name. It should terrify me, but instead I feel a thrill of excitement.
Gray's fingers trace patterns on my inner thigh, crawling up until he’s pressing the vibe harder against my sensitive clit and making me shudder. "We’ve used you in ways we’ve only ever imagined. Shared you between us. Pushed you to your limits and beyond, and you have been superb, sweetheart.”
And despite all that, another part of me, a part I barely recognize, still yearns for more. The thought that this will soon be over tears at me, and I close my eyes against the sudden torment that knowledge brings.
When I open my eyes again, I see them watching me intently, their gazes are hungry, possessive, but also strangely tender. Immediately, the vibe picks up its pace again. “Oh god, no! I can’t... it’s too much.” The denial is proved a lie as my body seizes and a third orgasm is wrenched from me.
The change in the atmosphere is immediate. The air seems to crackle with electricity as the three men exchange triumphant glances.
Erik's eyes glitter. "Good girl," he murmurs, and I feel a rush of warmth at his praise.
Cain's hand tangles in my hair, tugging gently to expose my neck. "We're going to ruin you for anyone else, little one," he promises, before his lips descend on my throat, sinking into the soft flesh.
“Make no mistake, Sierra. By the time we're done with you, you'll belong to us completely." Gray growls, his fingers coasting down my body.
Don’t they understand? They already have! I already do!
Cain's mouth moves from my neck to my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple, first gently, then biting. I arch into his touch, a gasped groan escaping my lips. Gray's fingers finally reach their destination, stroking my too sensitive flesh.
"So wet for us already," he murmurs approvingly. "Such an eager little slut."
The crude word should offend me, especially right now when they’re being so soft with me but instead it sends a jolt of arousal through my core. It’s not the first time. I don’t understand it, so I don’t try.
I feel so vulnerable, so exposed. But the hungry looks in their eyes make me feel powerful too, in a strange way.
I want it, I realize. I want everything they can give me, and I want to ruin them the same way they’ve ruined me. I want them to fantasize of no one else but me. I want to be the face in their mind’s eye every time they get off. I want them to belong to me, the way I already belong to them.
Now and forever.
The vibe doesn’t power down like it has after my previous orgasms, and against my will, my body is climbing again. There’s no way I can climax again… is there?
It doesn’t matter, I realize. I’ve heard of forced orgasms, of course, but I never really understood how they could be a thing.
Now though, with my body under their control, I recognize with startling clarity that they can and will wring every last ounce of pleasure from my body, whether I think I'm capable or not. The thought both terrifies and thrills me. This is different from everything they’ve put me through before.
"Please," I whimper, not sure if I'm begging for mercy or for more.
"Shh," Erik soothes, his hand cupping my face. "We've got you. Just feel.”
Easy for him to say. I am feeling. I’m feeling way too much. It’s overwhelming.
The vibrations intensify once more, and I cry out, my body bucking off the bed.
Gray's fingers work in tandem with the relentless buzzing, while Cain's mouth continues its assault on my breasts.
Erik holds me, holds my gaze, his eyes blazing with desire and something deeper, something that makes my heart race even faster.
"That's it, Bunny,” he murmurs, reverting back to the pet name they’ve given me. One I’ve become inexplicably fond of. “Come for us again. Show us how good we make you feel."
My body obeys without my conscious input, convulsing in yet another intense orgasm. I scream, the pleasure almost painful in its intensity. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes as wave after wave crashes over me.
“One more,” Erik says, maneuvering me so I’m lying on top of him. “I can’t,” I whine, my body trembling just with the simple exertion of turning over.
“Yes, you can,” he insists, scooting us both down the bed, and thrusting his rock-hard cock into my swollen sensitive sheath. Thank god I’m so wet from all the orgasms, since he doesn’t remove the U vibe, and now it’s vibrating against both of us, sending shudders through my exhausted body.
Behind me, I barely acknowledge the rustle of clothing and the distinctive squirting sound of the lube bottle, before I feel the cool gel against my upturned ass.
I whimper as Cain prepares me to take him, but whatever noise I make is muffled as Gray fists my hair and brings my lolling head up and to the side to meet his angry looking cock.
Gray's thick length slides between my lips as Cain breaches my ass, stretching me impossibly full.
Erik thrusts up into me, immediately setting a punishing pace that has me seeing stars.
I'm overwhelmed by sensation - the fullness, the relentless vibrations, the taste of Gray on my tongue. It's too much, and yet somehow not enough. My body trembles, hovering on the edge of overstimulation.
"You’re such a good girl, Sierra," Erik praises, his voice strained as he mercilessly pumps into me.
His words send a wave of heat through me I didn’t think I was capable of feeling. Despite my exhaustion and sensory overload, I want to be perfect for them, to please them, to be a part of this. So I hollow my cheeks, sucking Gray harder as I rock my hips to meet Erik and Cain's thrusts.
The room fills with the graphic sounds of sex - skin slapping against skin, muffled moans, and breathless curses. The men move in perfect sync, as if they've rehearsed this a thousand times. Maybe they have, I think hazily. Maybe I’m just one of many.
The thought makes me unaccountably sad.
The men must sense my momentary hesitation because Gray slows his assault on my mouth and his hand comes up to cup my face.
"Look at me, Sierra," he commands softly, and I raise my eyes to meet his intense blue gaze. "You're ours now. Only ours."
His words ignite something primal within me. It might only be a line, but in the here and now, I can feel its truth. I moan around Gray's cock, my hips moving with renewed vigor.
I’m pulled further out of what might have become moroseness by the unexpected stimulus of a flogger breaking over my back. I buck and cry out and all three men groan, thrashing me again.
Cain's fingers dig into my hips as he increases his pace. "That's it, little one," he growls. "Take us all. Take everything we give you like a good little whore.”
All the while, the vibe continues its relentless assault on my oversensitive flesh. I didn't think I had another orgasm in me, but I can feel the pressure building again, coiling tighter and tighter in my core.
Gray's hips stutter, his grip on my hair tightening. "Fuck, I'm close," he grunts.
"Come for us, Sierra," Erik orders, his voice rough with desire. "One more time. Show us how good we make you feel."
Their combined voices, touches, and thrusts push me over the edge. My vision whites out as an earth-shattering orgasm rips through me.
I scream around Gray's cock as the most intense orgasm yet tears through my body. My walls clench and spasm around Erik and Cain, triggering their own releases. Gray follows shortly after, spilling down my throat with a guttural groan.
For a long moment after, we all remain frozen, panting and trembling in the aftermath. Then, slowly, gently, they begin to disentangle themselves from me. The vibrator is finally switched off and removed, bringing blessed relief to my overstimulated flesh.
I collapse onto the bed, utterly spent. My entire body feels like jelly, pleasantly sore and thoroughly used. Through half-lidded eyes, I watch as the men clean themselves up and then turn their attention to me.
Warm, damp cloths caress my skin as they tenderly wipe away the evidence of our activities. Soft murmurs of praise wash over me, but I'm too exhausted to make out the words. All I know is that I feel cherished, protected and… owned, but not in a bad way.
"Rest now, little one," Erik whispers, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You've done so well."
As I drift off to sleep, I feel a sated contentment and a bone-deep exhaustion, and I realize with startling clarity that despite how it all started out, I don't want this to end.