19. The Pearl Necklace
The Pearl Necklace
nineteen
K a n e
Waiting in the dark alley behind the SSB Club, Eli and I lean against our bikes, passing a blunt laced with dust back and forth. With each hit, we keep our helmets on and allow the smoke to fill the small space, hotboxing it until we open our visors and watch it quickly spill out. We stand silently, coughing through a thick cloud of tainted smoke, looking for the only reason we are back in Dorchester—Damon.
Emerson has been moving forward in a healthy manner, even if she is exploring the fun she can have with the four of us, but Damon continues to hold her back. Between showing up at the beach house and calling her every minute of the night, she is living in fear and can not let go completely.
So we're going to help move shit along.
Eli paces back and forth anxiously, kicking loose rocks on the pavement. "Where the fuck is he?" he seethes, burying his hands in his pockets to keep them occupied.
"He should be here shortly. He thinks he's meeting Emerson, so he shouldn't flake." I shrug and take another hit from the blunt, feeling the angel dust tingle along my spine and shoulders.
Eli nods, his jaw clenched, as he searches the alley for Damon. I can see the worry and determination in his eyes—the same feelings that are churning inside of me. We can't let Damon continue to hold Emerson back and keep her trapped in this cycle of fear and control.
But as the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, a strange sensation twists inside my stomach.
"I knew I was being fucking played," Damon says, standing behind us as we slowly turn around, an evil, chilling grin on his lips.
Eli charges at him, lowering his head and slamming his helmet against Damon's ribs, causing him to stumble backwards.
"Leave my fucking sister alone, D. Don't make me fucking kill you!" His scream echoes between the buildings, drowning out the faint sound of nearby gunfire.
I just stand here, letting the two of them fight for a few moments before separating them. "That is enough, both of you." I spit at Damon's feet, removing my helmet. "Why the fuck are you here if you already knew it was us?"
He grins wickedly, making me even more uneasy.
Damon reaches into his pocket, licking the blood off his lip from one of Eli's punches, and pulls out a familiar pearl necklace, which makes my fucking blood boil.
"I figured Emerson would want this back; it is her favorite," he laughs, dangling the precious necklace from his fingers.
I snatch it away from him, closing my fingers around it, remembering how Seven choked her with it. Fuck. My cock hardens, straining against the inside of my zipper, making me uncomfortable.
"Damon, stay the fuck out of my house. This is your final fucking warning." I give him one last shove before Eli and I get back on our bikes and ride away, leaving Damon behind, staring at him in my side mirror.
The sound of sirens blares in the distance as we speed through the narrow streets, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Damon's smug expression flashes through my mind as I grip the handlebars tightly, my mind racing with ideas of how to keep Emerson safe from him.
I will fucking kill him.
As we finally arrive at the beach house, I notice Emerson sitting outside, her face streaked with tears. My heart aches at the sight of her, but seeing her with Seven, I know she can't be that heartbroken.
Eli and I quickly dismount our bikes, and I wrap Emerson in a tight hug, whispering reassuring words into her ear as I return her necklace.
As we sit on the porch, Emerson clutches the pearl necklace tightly, her eyes filled with fear and anger. I look at Eli, and we both know we need to take action.
"We got this, Little One. We're not gonna let him scare you anymore," I say firmly, and she looks at us with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
"Please leave it alone." She sniffles, trying to keep a serious expression despite her tears.
"I don't get why you won't let us fucking help you." Eli becomes angry, raising his arms and running his hands through his hair, making Emerson flinch.
I'm reminded of what she's been through—all the beatings, the assault, the forceful acts. And once again, my blood boils, wanting to kill the motherfucker who did this to her.
"This is my mess. I'll fix it," she says with confidence, no more tears streaming down her face.
Standing up, she walks away, leaving the three of us even more confused than before. We know she means business, but we don't know what she's capable of.
"It's bad enough that you two are fucking my baby sister, but don't you think you should've had my fucking back?"
"Eli, brother, that shit is not fair. We have your back," Seven huffs, attempting to reassure him despite the livid look in his eyes indicating how annoyed he is.
Eli walks away next, leaving Seven and me alone with our thoughts, trying to figure out what just happened and where we go from here.
We all know that we can't force Emerson to accept our help, but that doesn't mean we can just stand by and watch her suffer.
"This shit is too much. He's never going to stop."
"You're right, Seven, but let's forget about it for tonight. We have a girl with a broken heart who needs some cheering up." I smirk, fantasizing about filling every hole in Emerson's body, fucking every memory of Damon out of her.
It took a while, but Eli and Nova fled, wanting to be alone and away from anyone who wanted to fuck his sister.
Guilt still gnawed at me, knowing that I was destroying my best friend's daughter and claiming her tight, innocent cunt as mine. But the heart wants what it wants, and my cock wants what it wants, so I have to push the guilt way the fuck down.
Sitting around the bonfire on the beach, a bottle of Crown Vanilla is passed around among the five of us, with nothing but the crackling flames and splashing waves filling the humid atmosphere.
Each sip relaxes Emerson, and the insatiable look in her eyes soon drives me insane. Locking eyes with her, I lick my lips and pat my lap, rubbing my palm against my cock. Without saying anything, she gets up and walks over, planting her juicy ass exactly where it fucking belongs. Even in front of Seven, Stone, and Ace, she willingly rocks back and forth, making both of us feel good and turned on.
"I want you to do something for me, Little One," I challenge her, winking at the guys around the fire, waiting to see if she will.
"Anything for you, Daddy Kane," she purrs, and my cock jumps under her ass.
"You're going to be a good fucking girl for me, aren't you?" I reach under her ass and pull my cock through the slit in my bathing suit, sensing the desire in her heavily hooded eyes. Pushing her bikini to the side, I rub her cunt with my fingers, spreading her juices around, while the guys stare with fascination and drool on their lips.
"Right now, I am willing to do anything." Taking matters into her own hands, she grabs my cock and guides it to her pussy, sinking on it with a perfect arch in her back that exposes her tits to the guys.
I pull her hair to one side, kissing and biting the exposed skin on the side of her neck, and licking the pearl necklace.
The men gathered around the fire are ecstatic, their gaze fixed on the erotic display in front of them. Emerson's moans blend with the sound of the waves and the crackling of the fire to form a symphony of pleasure.
As we rock back and forth, lost in the ecstasy of the moment, I can't help but feel a rush of adrenaline. I know what we are doing is dangerous, but there is an undeniable thrill to indulging in this forbidden pleasure.
Lost in the moment, alcohol vigorously coursing through her, Emerson bounces up and down on my dick, her cunt swallowing every inch. She doesn't even care that they're watching, it seems to turn her on.
I lean back in my chair, a grin on my face, as I grab her hips and slam her against my cock, feeling her cunt begin to squeeze me.
"Come on me, Little One." Thrust. "Come for Stone." Thrust. "Come for Ace." Thrust. "Come for Seven." Thrust.
I keep thrusting my hips up to meet her ass as she repeatedly slams it down, burying my cock so deeply that she feels it in her belly.
She screams, throwing her head back, and her body begins to go limp. I look at Ace and nod him over. He drops to his knees in front of a writhing Emerson and buries his face between her legs as I slide my dick out, lapping up the cum dripping from her cunt as she barrels off the edge. She clings to me as Ace eats her, greedily slurping every drop of her milky release until she's a panting, limp mess.
"Now kiss her," I command, feeling my sack tighten, about to bust.
It's rough and demanding, but as Ace kisses Emerson, spitting her cum into her mouth, the atmosphere changes, getting thick with desire. When he moves away, I push Emerson to the sand on her knees while stroking my cock in her face.
"It is time Daddy Kane gave you his own pearl necklace," I groan as a wave of pleasure rips through me violently, heavily watching my cum spurt out and land in thick globs all around her neck.
She smiles at me, licking her puffy lips as I keep stroking, giving her a pearl necklace, then coating her lips with the rest and smearing it across them.
"Rub them together for me. Use my cum to make your lips shine for us, Little One." I smile, pumping the last few drops from my cock.
She rubs her lips together, smearing my cum like lip gloss, and ends with a smack that elicits a desperate groan from everyone around the fire.
"Fuck, that was hot." She turns to look at Seven, who looks like he's about to fucking pounce on her.
The guys around the fire are mesmerized by the erotic scene, creating a lustful atmosphere. Emerson's eyes sparkle with excitement as she looks around at each of them, her body glistening with sweat and cum, the residue of her intense pleasure.
"Who wants to go next?" she asks in a joking, sultry tone, licking her lips seductively.
The men exchange glances, as if attempting to gauge each other's reactions. Seven steps forward, a hungry expression in his eyes. He approaches her as if in a trance, reaching out to touch her, and a new sense of anticipation fills the air.
"How about everyone?"