Chapter 39 #3
Against my will, another groan slips out as he fingers me.
God, what is wrong with me? Last night in the pool, Rowan filled my head with pretty promises and the knowledge he’s desperate for me.
My captor craves more than just my presence.
He wants dominion over the most valuable and fragile thing I own.
I can’t give it to him, no matter how hot and achy his touch makes me feel.
He’ll break my heart. He’ll break me .
But Rowan and Braum need you , a little voice in my head whispers. Doesn’t it feel good to be needed? You’re worth something to them. Feel how full you are of Braum’s cum—doesn’t it feel good?
I bite the inside of my cheek, using the pain to drown out the stupid words in my head. If I let those thoughts sink too deep into my psyche, I’m going to be in big trouble.
Braum’s fingertips slide down my spine. I shiver in response. I try to tug at my wrists but Rowan has secured them so tight, there’s absolutely no give. Suddenly Braum chuckles.
“The Universe is giving up all your secrets to me, Everly,” he says. “Rowan, you want to know a few?”
“Fuck yes,” his friend says.
Braum’s fingers skim over the scars on my lower spine, his touch curious and light. I hate it. I open my mouth to tell him to stop but then Rowan slips a third finger in and my protest gets choked off.
“She loves being filled with royal cum,” he says. “It makes her feel special. She hates it too—like she knows how addictive it can be and doesn’t want to fall dependent upon us.”
I stiffen in surprise. That’s actually not too far off base.
Rowan hums in approval. “Don’t fight it, princess. If being stuffed with your kings’ cum makes you feel like royalty, I’ll make sure you’re full of it every waking hour. I couldn’t dream of leaving this pussy empty and you wanting. Tell me, Everly, tell me you want me to fill you up.”
His words are doing something to me. My heart is beginning to race and I find myself sinking into the idea of being full of both of these two daily. In a last ditch attempt to save my dignity, I shake my head. They both laugh at me.
“We got a liar on our hands, Rowan.”
Rowan ignores his friend as he says, “Look at this swollen pussy, fuck . It’s just as pretty as the rest of you. Maybe I’ll take a picture of it one day, blow it up and frame it so I can stare at it always.”
“Oh my god!” The idea is so wildly ridiculous that I can’t help but giggle.
Rowan’s fingers falter for just a second before they’re removed completely.
They’re replaced with his cock which slides in easily this morning.
I arch my hips up as we both let out a deep moan.
I push the guilt of enjoying this away. Fighting is pointless—besides, I agreed to this.
I’m their toy to be used and played with.
So I don’t fight Rowan. Instead, I give in to the temptation to enjoy all that he’s offering.
I can hate myself later.
“Hurry up, Row. I’m getting fucking hard again,” Braum huffs.
“Take her mouth, I’m going to savor this,” Rowan replies, his voice strained.
Braum doesn’t hesitate. He climbs over my outstretched arm, still tied to a bed post, and kneels in front of my face, cock hard and ready at my eye level.
“Open up, Everly,” he orders, but it’s unnecessary. My lips are already parting.
When he slides his dick between my lips, I can taste myself on him.
It’s not unpleasant, just different. Before I can think too much about it, he pushes further into my mouth until the tip of his dick hits the back of my throat.
Immediately, I panic as I gag around him.
I try to pull away but Braum’s hands come down to hold my head in place.
“Breathe through your nose, Everly,” Braum urges. One hand slides from my head to stroke my cheek. “And relax your throat. You got this, baby. Show me you can handle us.”
“Fuck,” Rowan groans, thrusting his hips forward. “She just got so fucking tight.”
I try to do as I’m told, tears already streaming down my face from the lack of oxygen. After a few seconds, I manage to get my throat to stop convulsing around Braum’s dick, which allows me to breathe.
Rowan’s hips pull back slowly then he snaps them forward. I groan at the same time Braum says, “The Universe is singing your praises, Everly. It’s so proud of you, just like I am. You listen so well. Can you hear it? It’s telling me you’re right where you need to be. This feels so fucking right.”
“Goddamn it,” Rowan hisses. “She’s fucking eating that shit up. Her pussy has me in a goddamn chokehold.”
“It’s not shit,” Braum objects as he begins to pull his hips back and forth, my lips sliding over his dick. “It’s scripture.”
Scripture. Like it was destiny or something.
I don’t want to believe that’s true because I know it’s not.
But… wouldn’t it be nice to believe in fate?
That I was destined to belong to someone rather than to no one?
I give Braum’s dick a hard suck as saliva threatens to drown me.
His answering hiss is followed by a groan as he begins to drag his dick back and forth between my lips in time with Rowan’s hard and steady thrusts.
When I look up into his face, all I see is awe as he stares right back.
Rowan groans as his hips buck faster. “You like that, princess? You like knowing you belong to us?”
Even if I didn’t have Braum’s dick in my mouth, there’s really nothing I can say to this.
Quite frankly, I think saying anything in this moment—when I’m feeling buoyant and warm—is probably a bad idea.
If I did manage to find something appropriate to blurt out, the words would’ve died on the tip of my tongue in the next breath when two of Rowan’s fingers are inserted into my back entrance.
I screech around Braum’s dick, causing him to moan loudly.
In a raspy wheeze he spits out, “Christ, I can feel the vibrations around my cock.”
Rowan chuckles. “You know better than this, princess. Breathe . This should be easy, it’s just my fingers this time.”
It takes a second to force my body to relax.
When I do, Rowan’s fingers begin to move, unhindered by the lack of clenching.
They begin to thrust in time with his hips.
Braum’s pace adjusts so the two work in tandem.
I feel full. It’s both overwhelming and amazing.
I push back into Rowan as he uses my body while simultaneously sucking Braum’s dick harder, more eager than before to feel him cum down my throat.
The heat that sizzles through my veins is incredible.
It burns all thoughts away and allows me to simply experience all the feelings swelling up in my chest.
Some of them make sense. Others… not so much.
None of it matters when my orgasm hits. My back bows while the rest of me shivers and shakes. My cry is muffled by Braum’s dick but heard all the same. I try to pull my arms in and down to grab hold of Braum or the sheets or something to ground me but can’t due to the ropes that hold them out.
Rowan’s hips snap against me faster and his fingers drive in deeper. When he stills, I can feel his cum mix with Braum’s.
“Christ, princess,” Rowan rasps. “You’re fucking perfect.”
Braum holds onto my face as he stills to cum.
Rope after rope of cum pours down my throat, feeding me an early breakfast. I swallow, just as Braum instructed the first time we did this together.
When he finishes, he pulls his softening dick from my mouth and uses both hands to grab my head and to tilt it upward.
“I’ve never heard The Universe sound so happy.
It was like stars colliding, or the collection of minerals as they gather and form a planet—breathtaking and indescribable,” he says quietly.
His dark eyes search my face, his brows puckering ever so slightly before his features smooth out and he smiles. “Just like you.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as my heart clenches unexpectedly at their words. No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to stop them from seeping into my pores.
With a sigh, Braum climbs over my outstretched hands and flops back down where he’d been lying.
Rowan pulls himself out of me and climbs off the bed.
He walks around it to untie each hand. When I’m free, I collapse face first onto Rowan’s pillow.
I’m not there long. A hand slaps my ass so hard that my head jerks up right with a yelp.
Rowan catches my chin, turns my face, and kisses me hard on the mouth. Before I can react, he pulls away.
“Braum, your cum could be sweeter,” he says, smacking his lips thoughtfully. “Start eating more fruit. Pineapple is a good one but strawberries might be more to our girl’s liking.”
“Stop tasting my cum, Rowan.”
Rowan snickers as he heads for the door. “Hey, princess, I’ll come find you later. I have a surprise for you.”
I lower myself back onto the pillow. “I’m not sure I’m a big fan of surprises.”
“This one, you’ll like.” Rowan promises. “Braum, I’ll make sure Jonathan, Sheldon, Bastian, and Conner pull together the coronation shit.”
Braum salutes but says nothing to this as he stares up at the ceiling.
As I lay there and listen to Rowan leave, my body still a quivering mess, a somber weight settles over me. Braum scoots closer and wraps himself around my body.
“I have a surprise for you too,” he mutters into my ear, his hard dick pressed into my hip. “We have a few hours before we have to head out. I’ll take you to your surprise before I head to class.”