Chapter Thirty Six
Victoria
I lay in Joey's bed, curled around the hot water bottle pressed to my abdomen. My cramps had been off the charts bad after lunch, and I'd opted to try taking a nap to sleep through the worst of them. It hadn't worked. I'd been lying in bed, counting down the minutes until I could take something for pain relief for the last hour.
The sound of the door opening was followed by two sets of soft footsteps and Az's voice. "How are you feeling, Love." he murmured.
"Like my uterus is trying to rip free of my body." I snarked.
"Oh, I think I know what might fix that." Leighton's voice called out from the foot of the bed. "I've been doing some research." He sounded so proud of himself.
"Yeah, and what's that?" I asked, rolling onto my back so I could see them both in the dark room.
"Sex," Leighton replied, clambering onto the bed to lay beside me.
"Not really the time, L." Az spoke, settling in on the edge of the mattress.
"Yeah, not the time. I'm bleeding like a stuck pig." I said, scrunching my nose.
Leighton barked out a laugh and threw an arm over my waist. "We're not put off by a little blood, ma petit. In fact, you should know by now that I enjoy it."
"How about a massage," Az interjected, his voice soft. "My dad… He'd rub my mom's shoulders and feet when she was having a… hard day."
"That… that actually sounds perfect." I said, sitting up.
Az chuckled, the corner of his mouth quirking up. "Thought you might like that idea. Come on, Love. I've got just the thing in my room."
He stood and held out his hand. I slid Leighton's arm off my waist, scooted to the edge of the bed, and took his hand as I stood up. He pulled me to him gently, throwing an arm around my shoulders.
"I'll take care of you, Love," Az said softly as he walked us toward the door.
"I fucking bet you got just the thing in your room, pervert." Leighton said, hopping out of the bed and following behind us. "I'm fucking coming too!" He paused, "maybe literally if things go well…"
"Who's the pervert?" Az sighed as we stepped into the hall.
"Never denied it." Leighton laughed. "I wear that title with pride," he said smugly.
Az opened the door to his room, standing aside so I could walk in first. I took in his room and felt a warm squeeze in my chest. It was so… Az and yet very different from what I'd expected. There was an expensive-looking China cabinet against one wall that looked filled with childhood things. A baseball glove, a stuffed clown, and a handful of ceramic Precious Moments figurines. A table set to one side was absolutely covered in Dungeons and Dragons things. Books stacked in piles, binders, and a 3D battle map dominated a good portion of it, with various minis and scatters of dice strewn across the surface.
I strolled along the wall, noticing a tastefully done gallery wall, completely covered with pictures from his life. I could see the guys from different points in their lives, and looking at the younger versions of them made me smile. There were a few older pictures centered on the wall, the color fading slightly around the edges. It was obvious that these were his parents when I spotted a toddling blonde boy who must have been him in one of them. I drew up to a stop as I came to the end of the wall, my eyes going wide. There was a picture of me that had obviously been taken during our time at the cabin. I stood on the dock, looking out over the lake with the warm sunset hues behind me. I had a slight smile on my face. I couldn't remember him ever taking a picture of me while we were there.
"When did you even take this?" I asked.
"Just one evening shortly after we'd gotten there. You… looked too beautiful not to keep that moment." Az said warmly.
"That is so sweet it makes me want to punch you in the mouth and remind you that you're a fucking gangster." Leighton chortled.
"We're not fighting in my room. I'm not gonna have you breaking something." Az said without any malice and rolled his eyes.
"Ugh, fine." Leighton groaned, moving to the side of Az's room that I hadn't looked over yet as my eyes trailed him. "Which one of these drawers do you keep the shit in, man? Why do you even have drawers when you got the rest of this shit hung up like some sort of fuck trophy to brag about?"
"I don't say shit about how you keep your toys, L. Don't judge me because I keep mine organized and rather enjoy my collection." Az snarked.
Leighton shrugged. "You don't exactly visit my room either. But back to the point, where's the good shit?" His eyes landed on something that caused his lips to tilt into a smirk. "Well, what have we got here? Az, you naughty boy, when did you install a parking space?"
Az huffed a laugh as he moved to that side of the room to help Leighton find whatever he was looking for. "When we moved in."
My eyes widened as I moved my gaze from the guys to take in the room itself. That side of his room was very different from the one I was currently standing on. It was like someone had drawn a line between the different sides of his personality. His bed was massive, dominating the space. The headboard was metal and elaborate. Several places looked like attachment points along the sides of the headboard and running across it.
The walls on either side had an array of toys along them. Floggers of varying thicknesses and lengths were hanging in a row, and long, thin canes of different materials and colors were mounted next to them. Restraints, leashes, straps, and a host of things I didn't recognize were positioned not just for ease of access but also for show. The other side of his bed had a large cabinet, with drawers ranging in size, that Leighton was standing in front of and Az was currently looking through. My eyes followed Leighton's gaze to the floor to a thick metal plate fastened with a large O-ring bolted to the floor.
"What... in the… torture chamber… fuck is all this?" I whispered to myself.
"Az's brand of kink." Leighton deadpanned, his eyes still watching Az pick through the drawers. "Honestly, it's almost genius, and I'm mad I didn't think of it first."
"And that brand is… what exactly?" I asked, my brows shooting up to my hairline. Az looked over his shoulder at me, a smirk on his face.
"Control." He said simply, but his voice had pitched low in a way that made my heartbeat pick up despite my earlier mood. Leighton's eyes cut to me, and a slow grin spread across his face.
"I think someone likes the way that sounded." He chuckled.
My face flushed, causing Az's gaze to darken and Leighton's grin to grow wider. Az turned with a bottle of oil in his hand and stalked toward me, stopping just out of reach.
"Is that so?" he asked in a husky tone. "Does someone enjoy playing the good little whore, at our complete and utter mercy?"
A strangled sound left my lips, and my face burned as I flushed harder.
"I already know you do, Love." Az murmured, leaning toward me until his lips nearly brushed mine as he spoke. "Leighton likes to brag. I know all about how you were such a perfect little slut for him and Joey."
I whimpered, taking a step back but unable to go very far as my back hit the wall of his room. Az's grin was almost vicious as he crowded my space.
"Joey was right. You do have the prettiest little whimpers." Leighton said his voice husky.
I opened my mouth as if I was going to say something, but my mind was totally blank on what it was, so I closed it again. Az raised an eyebrow, glancing down at my lips.
"What was that, Love? I couldn't quite hear you." he said smugly. "If you want something, you have to ask for it. You know the rules."
I gave him a contemptuous look, my lip curling slightly. He was always so smug, and it was equally thrilling and infuriating.
"Please give me an attitude, Love. You have no idea how much I would enjoy correcting it ." he said dangerously.
My mouth opened again, but he put two fingers in it before I could say anything.
"Close." He demanded, and I instinctively closed my lips around his fingers. "Good. Now, before you get yourself in trouble, let's keep that mouth of yours occupied."
"Az. Share ." Leighton bit out from over his shoulder, causing Az to chuckle.
He gave me a once over before pulling his fingers out of my mouth and grabbing me by the hair, his grip harsh as he pulled me off the wall and walked me over to the other side of the room.
"Strip," Az said, pushing me forward. It was not a request. His demands hit me like a jolt of electricity to my spine, and I made quick work of my clothing. "Good girl. Now, get on your knees. Leighton, stand in front of her."
"Just so we're clear," Leighton said as he moved to stand in front of me, palming his dick through his jeans. "I'm not doing this because you told me to. I'm doing it for me."
Az didn't acknowledge his comment, his eyes still glued to me. "Undo his pants and take him out." I looked at him for a moment. He raised an eyebrow at me. "I promise you don't want me to repeat myself. Be a good toy for us and do as you're told."
"You heard the man, ma petit, I'd suggest you listen," Leighton said, a dark look in his eyes to accompany his smirk. My hands flew to his jeans, undoing the button and zipper before pulling them down enough to free his already hard cock.
"Now suck. Like the good little whore you are." Az demanded.
I licked my lips before taking Leighton into my mouth and sucking him in until he hit the back of my throat. He let out a strangled moan. His hands gripped my hair, and he moved in my mouth. His hold tightened, a low rumbling growl in his chest escaping, and he started to pick up speed as I swallowed him.
"Fuuuuck…" Leighton groaned out; I looked up at him from beneath my lashes. He had his head tipped back slightly as he enjoyed himself.
"That's enough." Az said, his voice sounding like he was facing away from us.
"What the fuck, man?" Leighton snapped as I tried to pull away from him, but his hand was still wound in my hair.
"Trust me," Az said, sounding closer behind me. "Let her go."
Whatever Leighton saw caused a wicked smirk to cross his face as he let me go and slid out of my mouth. I shifted away from him but made no move to get up.
"Very good. Already not moving until you're told." Az said. "You're a natural at this. Get up on the bed."
I scrambled onto the bed and turned to face them as they stood at the end. Az's shirt was off, and his belt undone. He held a long strap with thick leather cuffs hanging off one end. They were both looking at me intensely, and it made me shudder. Leighton wore a sadistic grin, and Az's smirk was nothing short of fiendish.
They moved toward me on the bed. Az stood as he reached me in the center, but when I went to look at what he was doing, Leighton grabbed me by the hair and pulled me in for a savage kiss that stole the air from my lungs. His tongue forced its way past my lips, exploring my mouth with his. Claiming it. He didn't pull away until the bed shifted again with Az's movement.
"Look at me." Az's voice was harsh with want. I turned to look at him where he knelt in front of me. When he spoke next, his voice was softer than before. "I know you've gone over safe words, Love. I expect you to use them if you need them. And if there's any part of you that doesn't want to do this, tell us."
My heart fluttered at how lust and sincerity mingled in his eyes at that moment.
"I want this," I whispered, unable to summon any actual volume to my voice. And with that, the air of dominance surrounded Az again, that vicious look falling back over his face.
"Wrists together then. Hold them above your head." He directed, and I did as he asked. I looked up when I felt the first cuff slide around my wrist. My eyes widened. I'm not sure how I missed the attachment point that protruded from the ceiling above his bed. The strap he'd been holding was secured tightly at the top, and he was fastening my arms to the cuffs that dangled down to just above my head.He secured my other wrist and pulled on the strap to adjust the height, pulling my arms above my head and me up into a position that kept me on my knees. He and Leighton shared a look before climbing back off the bed and taking me in.
"You look beautiful like this, Love," Az said, his voice thick as he removed the rest of his clothes. Leighton followed suit.
Leighton gripped my thighs and pulled them apart before his hand slipped between them. There was a tug, and I flushed with embarrassment, turning my gaze slightly to the side and down as I realized he'd removed my tampon.
"None of that. If you're blushing in my room, it's because of something we're doing to you." Az said impatiently.
"Front or back, bro?" Leighton asked.
"She's been such an obedient bitch for us, as a reward, she can choose," Az offered.
My eyes flitted between them, unsure what to do. None of the men I'd been with in the past had been cool with period sex or made me feel so sexy if they had. Part of me was worried the guys would suddenly come to their senses and be grossed out.
Az gripped my face, turning me to look at him. "I told you, none of that, so stop it."
Leighton slapped my ass hard , causing me to cry out. "Self-doubt isn't allowed during playtime, ma petit . But if you're so worried about the fact you're bleeding," he took my face from Az's hands and turned it toward him, bringing his close enough for our noses to touch and allow me to see the feral gleam in his eye. "I fucking love blood play."
He released me roughly and I managed to speak, though my voice came out slightly strangled. "I can't deny you what you love."
Leighton barked out a laugh and climbed onto the bed, taking his place in front of me. "Looks like you're back, dude." He said to Az over my shoulder.
"Don't say it like it's a bad thing, our pretty toy has a fantastic ass." Az said, smirking.
"Just meant you're gonna miss all the cute little faces she makes when we make her cum. I plan to keep her eyes on me." Leighton shrugged, lining himself up with my entrance.
I gasped as Leighton filled me to the hilt in one smooth motion. He pulled out slowly, letting me feel each piercing in his thick cock before he slammed back in. I pulled against my restraints, desperate for something to cling to, as I cried out. I felt the bed shift again as Az positioned himself behind me. He didn't move for several beats, letting Leighton have his way with me for a moment before I felt his fingers, slicked with oil, move to my puckered hole. My entire body tensed, and Az drew his fingers away.
"Yellow." His voice came out more gently than it had been. Leighton immediately stopped moving and slid out of me.
"What's up?" he asked, peering around me at Az.
"Love, are you okay?" Az said, touching my chin with his clean hand to turn me slightly. "You're tense."
"I'm okay," I rushed out. "I just…"
"Just what, ma petit. " Leighton asked. "You can tell us; this is a safe space."
I briefly worried my bottom lip before deciding to spit it out. "The last time I did that with someone, it hurt. Like really hurt."
I felt Az stiffen at my back, and then he breathed. "Love, did they not prepare you properly?"
"Uh… there was… spit." My voice was barely audible.
"So, no," Az said, his voice somehow soothing. "We don't have to do this if you aren't comfortable with it, but if we do continue, you will be prepared properly. It won't hurt."
"We should have a conversation at some point about your exes so I can get my murder list in order, ma petit. But Az is right. It doesn't have to hurt." Leighton added.
"Okay," I nodded, "I want to try."
Az smiled, a look of pride on his face. "Our brave girl." He said, kissing me on the forehead before turning me back to my original position.
Leighton's face came back into view as I was repositioned, and his eyes were still full of need. "Green?" He asked.
"Green," I confirmed with a nod. He pulled me into a shattering kiss, his hands teasing along my body until they reached my hips. He gripped me, his familiar rough touch immediately making my core ache all over again. Az's hand snaked around my side, grabbing my breast and playing with my nipple, rolling and pulling on the sensitive bud. I whimpered softly into Leighton's mouth as Az teased me. Leighton growled low in response, swiftly seating himself inside me again. The sudden full sensation had me pulling away from his mouth with a gasp and a shudder.
"Love how responsive you are." He groaned as he started to move. Az made a sound of agreement from behind me, his lips trailing across my shoulders as his hand slid down my torso. His fingers ghosted across my lower stomach while Leighton found his rhythm. My head fell back onto Az's shoulder as his fingers finally found their place, drawing slow circles around my clit.
I rolled my hips to match Leighton's thrusts, his piercings making the sensation mind-blowing. The wanton sounds fell freely from my lips as the guys worked in tandem to elicit the responses they wanted. My eyes fluttered closed as I was quickly lost in the pleasure they wrought out on me.
Az used his other hand to begin slowly caressing me from behind, teasing around my back entrance, using more lube than he'd had even the first time. He didn't stop his ministrations on my clit with one hand while he got me used to the touching with the other. He was gentle and patient as he moved with me. When he finally did begin to push a finger inside me, I stiffened slightly.
"Relax, Love. I've got you." Az whispered in my ear as Leighton rolled his hips into me, causing my mind to blank again.
He redoubled his ministrations as Leighton drove me forward before trying again, and this time, when he resumed his preparation, a moan fell from my lips at the sensation. It was unusual but not unpleasant as the pressure mingled with the full feeling of Leighton inside me. He held me close to him as we moved, eventually adding another finger as Leighton pushed me higher toward my climax.
"Get her to the edge, L. But don't push her over." Az bit out, his voice heavy and low with lust.
"Planned on it." Leighton groaned, his grip on my hips tightening. I could feel his nails scraping into the skin.
"Tell us when you're getting there. I want to hear you say it, understood?" Az ordered, adding another finger.
"Yes sir," I said, not so much words as moans.
"Good fucking girl." Az rewarded.
I mewled and moaned in his hands as Leighton pushed me closer with every stroke, the ribbed feeling from his piercings making my eyes roll back. I arched my back and rolled my hips as I approached the edge.
"Az…" I groaned out.
"Yes?" He answered; I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"I'm… almost…" The words were strangled as they came out of my throat. I could almost feel the desire to push me further before I heard him chuckle.
"Good girl," he hummed against my ear. I immediately felt the emptiness as he slipped his fingers out of me. Leighton slowed down slightly, enough to let Az line himself up with me, pressing into my backside slowly. "Just breathe, Love. And bear down a little."
I let out a soft whimper and nodded, following his instructions. There was a tiny bit of discomfort as he worked his way into my ass, which quickly gave way to pleasure. The moan that ripped from my throat surprised me with its intensity.
"Mikey, I think she likes it." Leighton chuckled as he began slowly thrusting into me again.
Az and Leighton alternated slow, shallow thrusts as I adjusted to being so full of both of them. As my moans and whimpers grew louder and my body began to writhe between them, demanding more, they picked up their pace. They worked in unison, one pressing in as the other pulled back.
"That's it, Love. Sing for us. We want to hear all the sounds you make." Az bit out.
"Oh… God… I'm gonna–" My words were cut off by a deep moan that vibrated through my entire body as I clamped down hard around both of them.
"Fuck," they both groaned.
"She's milking my fucking cock like she needs it to live." Leighton moaned.
My body tensed, a second orgasm ripping me apart before the first had fully ended. I screamed, the sound echoing in my ears until my voice felt hoarse and raspy. I went limp, the restraints and my men the only thing keeping me upright as their movements became erratic. Their grunts and moans surrounded us as they chased their own pleasure, their thrusts losing rhythm further. Leighton's nails bit into my hip, roaring as he finished. Az followed right behind him, biting down on my shoulder.
They stayed inside of me until they went soft before Az slipped out of my ass and undid my restraints. I let him ease me down to the mattress, feeling it shift as Leighton climbed from the bed. My eyes closed, and I felt myself drifting off, only opening them briefly when I felt myself being cleaned with a warm washcloth. I was lulled to sleep by the hushed whispers as they finished their ministrations and climbed into the bed to cocoon me between their bodies.