Chapter 55
I’ve never been more turned on in my life than I am right now, watching Silas and Jagger fuck Tenley at the same time, my own cock is about to burst.
Tenley can barely stand, her legs are weak as Silas places her back down. She holds onto both him and Jagger using them to hold herself up.
Zephyr moves in taking Silas place, planting a sultry kiss to her lips before he unzips his pants removing his cock before it slides inside Tenley.
Her face scrunches at the sheer size of him forcing its way inside of her, her breath hitches as he lifts her holding onto her as he thrusts his hips pushing every thick inch into her.
She groans when he’s balls deep, holding onto him as he fills her, he’s big so I know just how full she’ d fill.
Zephyr holds her hips slamming her down onto his cock, her whimpers at the force filling the room as he does.
Within minutes he’s grunting his release, coating her insides with his cum.
He slides his thumb under her chin, whispering something to her before she looks over at me.
Nodding he waits for me to take his place before he moves away, tucking himself back into his pants.
I’m desperate for my own release, I’ve been on the edge since the first moment Zephyr put his fingers inside her.
Unzipping my pants I take my cock out, not messing around I hold her against me and lifting her thigh to my side I push inside her groaning at the way her pussy contracts around me.
Her fingers grip my shirt as I slide back and forth making her feel every inch of me, she’s already so full of cum but I'm desperate to give her just a little more.
“Fuck, Bambi, you’re so tight.” I groan.
Thrusting my hips, I nearly come undone but I hold back, she’s so goddamn wet, her moans are breathy and she begins to pant as my hips buck, thrusting deeper.
Within minutes she clings to me as my cum fills her pussy, spurt after spurt desperate to claim what I already know is mine.
After Tenley’s descent there’s obvious tension in the room, Silas being the asshole he is, crosses his arms against his chest watching her, she begins to twirl her hair between her fingers, her nervousness showing.
“Remember Princess, you now belong to us.” Silas reminds her .
Her eyes flick to the rest of us, eyeing each of us before her gaze lands back on Silas.
“Why don’t I remember you?” she asks the question we’ve all been asking.
“We don’t know, your father made you forget, somehow.” Silas tells her.
“How?”
I shrug, “Not sure Bambi, it’s something we need to figure out.”
“You won’t break our deal?” she asks, swallowing hard, her breath shudders as if it’s half-stuck in her throat.
Silas stalks toward her gripping her chin in his hand, she draws herself up, trying her best to not let Silas’ height over her show her fear, but he can see right through her as he tugs her face up to his, his lips brush against hers as he forces her to stare up at him, his gaze raging with clear annoyance.
“Don’t make me force you to swallow my cock Princess just to prove a point.” he bites out.
He draws back ever so slightly, and rubs his thumb back and forth over her lower lip, he’ll do it, just to prove to her his words are law.
“A deal is a deal,” he says.
“Is my mother safe with your father?” she asks him, concerned etching across her face as she asks Silas the question I’m sure she’s been dying to ask him for sometime now.
Silas turns his head glancing at the ground before his gaze finds hers again.
“I’m sure she’s fine, Princess.”
“Okay,” she says softly, almost so soft I don’t hear it.
“Can I go now?” she asks, wrapping her arms around her body before she glances up at Silas.
“With an escort, yes,” he tells her, her frown says it all. But she doesn't argue when Silas nods at me to escort her to class.
I walk toward her gripping her elbow in my hand as I lead her to the back exit of the theatre room.
We make it back into the hall and she pulls from my grasp, moving toward the classroom, as if on auto pilot she walks into the room, taking her books from her backpack she places them on the table and flips open the book reading over her notes from the last class.
Taking my seat beside her, I lift my arm over my chair watching her, she tugs her lip between her teeth and I’m fully aware she doesn't even know she’s doing it because within minutes blood drips down her chin and she doesn't make a move to catch it. I lean over moving my finger over her chin, I tug her lip from her teeth before I help clean up the blood, her gaze finds mine and she frowns wondering what I’m doing.
“Careful Bambi, next I’ll think you have a fetish for blood.” I say as my fingers swipe through the blood covering her chin and lip.
She sucks in a breath as she watches me dip my finger into my mouth, cleaning up her blood.
Tenley blinks a few times, her gaze pinging from me to the front of the classroom. “I,” she starts to speak but then stops, her mouth snapping shut before she twists her pen around in her fingers. She tries again, wetting her lips with her tongue before she speaks.
“Please don’t hurt me?”
Tilting my head I use my finger to trace around her lips before I stare right into her eyes and say. “I’d rather slice open my own wrists and drown in my own blood, than to hurt you Bambi.”
“You won’t mean to, but you will, all of you,” she admits.
Then like the conversation never took place she drops her gaze back to her book and I’m left speechless because I know she’s right.
We hurt her, not in any way she doesn’t want, but the one thing we’ll hurt and won’t mean to is the one thing she’ll never be able to piece back together.