Chapter 10 Briggs
Briggs
I can’t get the image of Wren out of my mind.
Her small hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me until my balls were ready to explode.
I’ve never felt so powerful, so eager to control her, like my unwilling little puppet.
Her fear only egged me on more. She hated every second of it, but I loved it enough for both of us.
“Why are you smiling like a psycho?” Preston’s voice drags me from my pleasant thoughts.
“Just thinking about my new toy and how our games turned out to be very pleasurable last evening,” I say smugly.
“Please, do tell,” Carter urges me on.
“I made her give me a hand job,” I admit shamelessly.
“And it was the best hand job of my fucking life. Not that she was very skilled at it, but her hatred and fear were the biggest turn on ever. I could bathe in her misery.” Just thinking about her pleasing eyes full of emotions has my dick twitching.
“Well, fuck, now I want a hand job too. Maybe you can make her give me one next,” Carter asks, and I know he is being dead serious.
“Maybe,” I murmur, not sure if I would like the idea of seeing someone else with Wren. She is my toy, and I’ve never liked sharing.
“Come on,” Preston offers, “it will be fun. We can all come with you. You think she is scared of you now? How scared would she be if we cornered her together?”
Blood rushes to my cock. He is right, she would be so frightened. My helpless little bird caught in a trap with three angry predators. She just might piss her pants.
“Maybe a little game together would be fun,” I say, anticipation filling my veins. “Let’s find her.”
I glance at my two best friends and find the same excitement I’m feeling reflected back at me. Both of them nod, vile smiles plastered on their faces as we get up from our chairs. I pull up Wren’s schedule on my phone, and we head to the classroom we know she is in now.
According to the schedule, she should be coming out in fifteen minutes. We spend the time waiting, talking about where we are going to grab her and into what room we’re going to push her.
Right on time, the door opens and students start to pile out.
I spot Wren in an instant. Her head cast down, her long brown hair covering half of her face as she walks out, holding her backpack in front of her like armor.
She looks like she wants to be invisible, but couldn’t stick out more than a sore thumb.
I glance over at Carter and Preston, who both give me small nods. Showtime.
I walk into the crowd of people, getting behind Wren on one side while Preston takes her other side.
She doesn’t notice us, and we let her walk straight until it’s time to strike.
When she is right where we want her, we both grab one of her arms at the same time, making her tense up and yelp in surprise.
“What the hell?” She tries to shake us off, but neither one of us budges as we shove her to the right of us. “Let me go!” she says loud enough for the other students to hear.
I don’t give a shit who hears her scream. No one here is going to say a word anyways. Nobody will go against us at the school.
Carter is holding open the door for us as we push her into the empty classroom.
Once inside, Carter closes the door and locks it behind us with a loud click that echoes through the space.
We release Wren with a shove, and she awkwardly stumbles forward, dropping her backpack on the ground in the process.
Instead of picking it up, she spins around to us.
“What do you want?” she asks, her voice shaky. Her usual vigor gone as fear has taken over her body. My little bird is not stupid. One look at us three guys, locked in a room with her, and she knows she is in trouble. Terror radiates off her in waves, making my cock stir in my jeans.
I don’t answer her right away. I let her marinade in silence. Let her conjure up all her worst fears of what we’re about to do to her before the actual taunting begins.
Her fearful eyes bounce back-and-forth between me and my two friends as we slowly step forward and begin to corner her in. She takes a few steps back but knows right away there is no place to go. Her feet stop shoveling, and she suddenly stands still while we circle her like hungry ravens.
“This isn’t funny,” she whispers, her voice unsteady.
“No one is laughing, are we?” Carter questions with a serious expression on his face.
Wren shudders before bringing her arms up to cross them in front of her.
“Briggs told us how sloppy of a hand job you gave him yesterday,” Preston reveals, “and since we’re such nice guys, we figured we would let you practice on us. You know, so you can get better at it.”
Carter chuckles. “Maybe this is a little funny after all.”
Wren’s eyes find mine, and she glares at me with a hatred that rivals my own. She almost looks disappointed in me that I told my friends. I suppress a laugh.
She opens her mouth to say something, but before the first word can pass her lips, I snatch up her arm and roughly pull her to me.
She struggles to get free, but I have her subdued in a matter of seconds.
I pulled both of her arms back with one of mine, holding her against my chest with her back against me.
Her ass grinds against my semi-hard cock, and she stills as soon as she feels it too.
“Let me go,” she yells, the quiver in her voice going straight to my groin.
“I’ll let you go when we’re done with you.” I shift my hold on her, letting her arms go but wrapping mine across her neck to hold her in place. “Now be a good girl and lift up your shirt.”
“What?” she asks breathlessly.
“Lift up your shirt and show my friends your tits.”
“No!” She shakes her head, and I tighten my arm around her neck.
She claws on my arm, her sharp nails digging into my skin as she tries to push me off.
I hiss at the pain but let her continue her onslaught on my forearm.
While she is busy fighting for air, I use my free hand to grab the hem of her shirt and lift it up above her bra.
She whimpers, and I release some of the pressure on her neck. She sucks in a deep breath and her body slumps back against mine.
“If you want to breathe, do as I say,” I warn. “Now get your nails out of my arm and put your hands by your side.”
It takes her a moment, but she slowly removes her fingers from my skin before letting her arms hang down her body.
“Good girl,” I lean down to whisper close to her ear. “Don’t move or I’ll hurt you.”
I let the threat hang in the air while I snake my hand around her body to let my hand rest on her flat stomach. Her skin is soft where I run my fingers up until I feel the fabric of her bra greet me.
She gasps when I grab her breast, enjoying the heavy feel of it. Wren doesn’t move when I knead her tit, but she starts to struggle again when I pull down her bra to expose her to my friends. Carter and Preston are watching with hungry eyes as I let her tits fall free.
I pull Wren closer, looking down so I can see the swell of her breasts.
They are nice to look at, but I’d rather be touching.
And that’s exactly what I continue to do.
I roll her nipples between my fingers hard enough to make her cry out in pain.
My cock is rock hard, and I know Wren can feel it too.
She tries not to move against it, but every time I roll her nipple, she squirms a little against my hardness.
“That’s a nice little show, but I’d like a turn too,” Carter says impatiently.
“It’s still my turn,” I snap, not ready to let go of her yet.
“I’m not giving you two hand jobs. I’d rather get choked out.”
“We can make that happen,” I growl, tightening my arm around her throat once more. “I can choke you out, and we can use your body however we want.”
Preston laughs. “I think I’ll like that even better than a boring hand job.”
“Agreed,” Carter chimes in.
I hold her tight enough to cut off her air supply, and she starts fighting again in earnest, scratching my arm like a furious kitten while kicking her legs back at mine.
Just before I know she is about to be out, I release her again.
She gasps and coughs as she desperately tries to catch her breath.
Her head falls back against my shoulder, and I lean down to whisper into her ear. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you a choice. You’ll either make both of them come with your hands, or you make me come with your mouth.” I grin my proposal, knowing she would never suck me off willingly.
“I thought you would never let my teeth near your dick?”
“I could make an exception if you promised to behave,” I answer without thinking. Wait, is she really entertaining the idea?
Her chest rises and falls rapidly as the room falls into an uncomfortable silence.
A moment later, Wren’s small voice meets my ear. “I’ll suck you off if you promise to let me go after and leave me alone.”
“I’ll never leave you alone, but I’ll promise to let you go after, and I won’t follow you for the rest of the day,” I offer.
Looking up at my two friends, I see the disappointment on their faces. Carter only shrugs, but Preston shakes his head at me with a frown. He can be pissed all he wants, but if my little toy wants to suck me off, who am I to stand in the way?
Not realizing how much of Wren’s weight I was holding up, I let her go suddenly, and she falls forward onto her knees.
“Wrong direction but right idea,” I taunt, watching her shuffle around on the floor until she is kneeling in front of me.
She looks up at me with the same mixture of fear and hatred I’ve come to enjoy so much. If I wasn’t already rock hard, I would be now.
Before she can change her mind, I unzip my pants and free my cock from my underwear.
“I don’t have to tell you what will happen if you decide to bite me?”
“I won’t,” she grits through her teeth, her words not reassuring.
“I will pull out your teeth one by one,” I threaten. “Don’t think I’m bluffing.”
“Hell, I’ll do it if he doesn’t,” Carter warns, reminding me of his presence.
“I won’t,” she repeats, a little more believable this time.
“Get to it then.” I point down at my dick.
She licks her lips and leans forward, opening her mouth to catch the tip of my cock between her lips. Her hot tongue hesitantly swipes along the side of my cock, and I almost lose control right then.
Her eyes are closed, her dark lashes fanning against her cheek.
“Look at me,” I order, wanting to see her eyes. To my surprise, she does right away. Her eyelids flutter open before her icy glare locks with mine.
Her lips stretch around my girth as she takes me deeper into her mouth.
She is taking as much as she can without gagging when she pulls back and repeats the process.
I let her set her own pace for a while, simply enjoying looking into her eyes while her mouth is filled with my cock, but after a few moments, the beast inside me roars to life, and I have no choice but to take control.
I grab her head between my palms. “Open your mouth and keep your throat relaxed.”
Her eyes go wide, and her hands fly up to circle my wrists, but she has no choice but to do as I say while I hold her in place and thrust my dick into her throat.
She gags immediately and starts to struggle, but what little fight she has left is futile against me.
I fuck her throat hard and fast, letting all my aggression out on her until her face turns dark red, and I know she’s had enough.
I pull my cock out and let her take a few desperate breaths before doing it all over again.
Her eyes are still on mine, though, and they are filled with tears now. Some spill out at the sides, running down her cheek and leaving wet tracks on her skin. Using my thumb, I wipe one away while slamming into her throat over and over again. Her tits jiggle in the background.
Lucky for her, it doesn’t take long before my balls tighten and a tingle spreads from the bottom of my spine.
“I’m about to come, and you are going to swallow every fucking drop. If you lose some, I’ll make you lick it off the floor,” I growl between savage thrusts.
I shove my cock inside her two more times before I explode. I hold myself deep inside as ropes and ropes of sticky cum coats the inside of her throat. Her face is red again when I finally pull out and release her head.
Wren immediately slumps forward, her arms around her stomach as she throws herself into a coughing fit. Her long, thick hair hiding her face from me as I lean down to pat her back gently. “You’re fine, just breath,” I tell her, almost feeling a bit bad for her… almost.