Chapter 33 #3
I can’t help it—I moan, loud and helpless, my voice echoing off the basement walls. Jasper groans in response, tongue lashing my clit, his hands spreading me open, putting on a show just for Blake.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper, rocking back into their mouths, hands clenching the desk, knuckles white.
Riot’s tongue circles my ass, making my whole body jolt. He trails up, licking and sucking, then murmurs against my skin, “Oh, you like that, Hellcat? You want both of us? Jasper in your pussy and me right here?”
He licks again, making my thighs shake.
Jasper lifts his head, lips shining, voice pure sin. “Look how much she wants it, Riot. She’s trembling for us. You want to show Blake just how good we fuck you together, Little Sin? You want to show him how you take both of us like a good, filthy girl?”
I can barely think, brain melting from the pleasure. I want it—God, I want it so bad. My hips move on their own, desperate for more, for all of it.
“Yes—yes, please—I want both of you, want to show him I’m all yours,” I gasp, looking over my shoulder at them, wild and hungry.
Riot gives my ass a sharp smack, then dips his tongue back in, working me open, making me sob. “That’s my girl. You want to feel us everywhere, don’t you? Want to be stretched and filled while he watches us take both your holes?”
I never thought I’d want anybody inside of me there, but every part of me is begging for it.
“Tell us how much you want it, Little Sin,” Jasper murmurs, lips never leaving my skin.
“I want it—please, please, I need you both—need you to fuck me, to ruin every part of me, to show him I’ll never be his. Only yours.”
Jasper slides two fingers inside my soaked pussy, curling them, stretching me, holding me open while Riot keeps licking around my ass, teasing, coaxing, until I’m gasping his name.
“Look at her, Blake,” Jasper spits, glancing over his shoulder at the man chained up and shaking.
“Look at how she begs for us. You ever make her this fucking desperate?”
Blake doesn’t reply, but that’s okay, it was a rhetorical question.
Riot’s fingers slip into my ass with gentle pressure, stretching me and making me moan. “Fuck, your ass is so tight, Angel. Have you ever had anyone fill you like this before?”
I shake my head wildly. “Not by my choice,” I say, glaring at Blake. "Only want it from you. Both of you.”
Jasper groans, his cock throbbing in his hand as he watches Riot work me open, slicking me up. “Good. Let’s show him how much you can take.”
Riot helps me up, guiding me until I’m straddling Jasper’s lap right on the edge of the desk, my front to his chest, knees spread wide over his thighs. Jasper’s hands come to my hips, holding me steady, his cock nudging at my dripping entrance.
Riot moves behind me, fingers still in my ass, watching every twitch, every ragged breath. I look over and see Blake chained in his chair, helpless, eyes wide and fixed on the show. His eye’s are red like maybe he cried at some point during this and the thought is so satisfying.
Jasper kisses me, his tongue tangling with mine before he pulls away to look at me. “You ready, baby?”
I nod, wild with need. “Yes. Please. I want you both inside me. I need to feel you both.”
Jasper’s hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head down hard so I’m forced to watch between my legs. “Don’t look away, Sin. I want you to see exactly how we use you.”
Before I can even process it, Riot leans in behind me, licking up my spine, his hands gripping my hips. Then he reaches between Jasper and me and wraps his fist around Jasper’s cock, lining him up at my entrance.
“Riot… what the fuck are you—” Jasper’s words cut off in a moan as Riot guides his cock, rubbing it slowly, dragging the swollen head up and down my entrance coating Jasper in the mess I’ve made for them.
Riot’s laugh is a satisfied sound in my ear. “Getting you ready to wreck her, Reign. Let her feel it. Let her see it.”
Jasper groans, “Fuck, Riot—”, the sound dark and needy, and Riot spits in his other hand, rubbing it over my ass, working two fingers back inside to open me up more.
Riot’s lips brush my ear again. “You like that, baby? You like the idea of me spreading you open, sliding him right into your dripping cunt?”
A strangled moan leaves me as clench down around nothing.
“You like seeing me spread her open, Reign?” Riot taunts. “You see how your cock’s gonna be right here—” He touches Jasper’s cock with his own, rubbing them together at my entrance, getting them soaked, ready, and I cry out, shuddering with the absolute filth of it.
Then Riot grips my hips and forces me down, hard, onto Jasper’s cock. We both cry out—me from the stretch and fullness, Jasper from the raw shock of it, his cock buried so deep inside me I can barely breathe.
Riot lowers himself to the floor, drops between Jasper’s spread legs, and buries his mouth between my cheeks, tongue slick and hot against my ass.
Jasper grabs my hips and fucks up into me, relentless, every thrust forcing Riot deeper as he eats me out from behind, his tongue filthy, relentless, circling my rim and teasing everywhere I’m sensitive.
“Look at you, baby,” Jasper pants, his grip bruising. “Taking me so fucking deep while Riot’s eating you out. You feel how wild he is for you?”
I can feel Riot holding my ass open so he can lick, not caring how messy it gets. He pulls back just long enough to speak, his voice a rough growl. “You like knowing I was just stroking his cock, baby? Would you like seeing me between his knees while he tongue fucks you?”
I squeeze down around Jasper, body clenching with every filthy image burning through me—Riot on his knees, mouth slick, watching Jasper’s cock disappear inside me, tongue working my ass while I lose all control.
Jasper pulls me down even harder. “Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight. Is that what does it for you, baby? Riot licking you, him touching me, making you watch us both go wild for you?”
Riot drags his fingers free, replacing them with the thick head of his cock, pressing against my ass.
Jasper’s cock is still inside me, sitting still for Riot.
The stretch is brutal, mind-melting, making me sob out his name as he fills me.
I breath through the pain, because I want them both so fucking bad.
“God, look at her,” Riot growls, eyes on Blake. “Bet you’ve never seen anything this perfect, huh? Never got her open like this, did you?”
Then it all happens at once—Jasper pistons up into me, holding my hips tight enough to bruise, his other hand sliding up and slapping my tits, making me arch, yelping at the sting and heat.
Riot’s cock thrusts deep, stretching me, filling me until my vision goes white.
His hand lands on my ass with a crack that echoes through the basement, his palm lingering to squeeze, to spread me even wider so Blake can see everything.
“Fuck, look at this greedy little pussy,” Jasper taunts. “Fuck, I can feel Riot inside you—you better cum for us, Sawyer.”
They pound into me, Jasper slapping my tits, Riot spanking my ass, their hands everywhere, mouths at my neck and shoulder, filthy praise pouring from their lips.
“You’re ours, you hear me?” Jasper grits out. “Say it.”
I can barely breathe, can barely speak. "I’m yours. Only ever yours.”
“Fuck yes, that’s right,” Riot grabs a fistful of my hair, forcing my head back so he can whisper in my ear. “Show him who owns you, baby.”
I scream out again as my body shatters—clenching for them as the orgasm rips through me. I feel Jasper swell and pulse inside me, his groan animal, raw and broken, hips grinding as he empties deep inside my pussy.
Riot’s rhythm gets savage, losing all control, cock throbbing in my ass as he loses himself, cursing and praising, “So fucking good, Angel—so fucking tight—taking it like the perfect little whore you are.”
They both finish, their cum spilling inside me and I collapse against Jasper’s chest, sweat-soaked and shaking. Riot is still pressed close, both of them holding me up, worshipping me with rough hands and filthy words.
“Good girl,” Jasper pants, pressing kisses to my shoulder.
Riot bites my neck, grinning against my skin. “Bet he never thought he’d see you like this, huh, Hellcat?”
I whimper—wrecked, owned, and completely, unapologetically theirs.
Jasper pulls out slowly, running his hand down my sides.
Riot’s palm lingers on my ass a moment longer before he pulls out, tucking himself away with a look that’s half smug, half something feral and proud.
My thighs are sticky, every muscle aching, and I can still feel the stretch and the mess between my legs.
For a long second, all I hear is the rattle of Blake’s chains. His heavy, ragged breathing. A whimper—maybe anger, maybe humiliation. Maybe both.
I don’t look at him.
Not until I’m ready.
Jasper helps me off the desk, his hands gentle now, protective, wrapping me in the shirt he’d stripped away earlier.
Riot kisses the side of my neck, lips lingering as his fingers sweep between my legs, gathering slick, and then wiping it on Blake’s jeans without a word—never breaking eye contact with him.
“See this? She’s giving herself to us, Blake. Choosing us. Trusting us to take her apart in ways you never could.” Riot is living for this moment.
Blake’s eyes are wild, rimmed with tears. He tries to spit out a curse, but his voice is shredded, useless.
I turn to face him, chin high, face flushed and unashamed.
“You didn’t take anything from me,” I say. “You never could. All you ever did was make me hate you. And now? Now you get to watch what you never deserved to have.”
Riot wraps an arm around my waist, Jasper’s hand in my hair. I feel untouchable—like the chains have finally swapped sides.
But I see it.
A shift.
Blake’s eyes—something fevered and unhinged flickering just beneath the surface. His mouth twists, and he laughs—a broken sound.
“You think this means you win?” he sneers, voice echoing off the concrete. “You think it’s over? You know nothing, Sawyer. Not about me. Not about what I’ve done.”
Jasper tenses at my side. Riot’s jaw flexes, knuckles whitening as he reaches for the desk behind me.
I step forward, every inch of my skin singing with newfound power, but suddenly chilled by the venom in Blake’s tone.
I stare him down, refusing to flinch.
“Then tell me, Blake. What did you do?”
He grins, all teeth, blood on his lip from where I hit him earlier. “You’ll see. You’ll see what my loving you really means. You think this is the worst I’ve done?”
His words hang in the thick, humid air—like a promise or a threat. I don’t know which.
Jasper squeezes my hand. Riot shifts closer, ready for anything.
And I realize this isn’t over.
Not until every secret is out.
Not until every monster is dragged into the light.