Chapter 26 #2
“I already told you, kitten. I can’t help myself.” His mouth latches onto my core again, sucking, licking, fucking. I moan as his tongue slides into me, his thumb teasing my clit. My ass grinds back against his face, seeking more friction.
I feel his smile against my skin, the wet slide of his tongue, the heat of his breath. He pulls me tighter to his mouth, his tongue thrusting in and out of me.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
My mind is scrambling between what’s happening and his words, that he already knows what I sound like with his mouth on my pussy…that’s impossible.
I start to protest again, when I see him reach for a cabinet beneath the stage platform. He pulls out a small package and unwraps a silver butt plug.
“No! No, no. Don’t even think about it, asshole!”
He ignores me as he brings his fingers up to the hem of my leggings, slipping them down my legs. I kick out, trying to fight him off, but it’s useless.
“You’ll want me to prep you, trust me.” He spits on the metal, smearing it down the curve of my ass and pressing the tip of the plug into my tight hole.
I let out a strangled cry and try to jerk away. The stretch burns as he pushes it in slowly, but the pain quickly dies as his mouth finds my pussy again. His tongue licks and sucks, and his finger finds my clit. I’m struggling to focus on both the sensation and his voice.
“You have to learn to take me. You’re not going to have a choice, kitten. This is just the start.”
He twists the plug, and I cry out as his fingers and mouth work me. I can’t think straight.
“Priest!” The heat and tension in my stomach grows, my body shaking, my hips rocking, chasing my orgasm. He slowly thrusts the plug and sucks on my clit. I come apart, my body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, my pussy pulsing around his fingers.
“Such a good fucking whore,” he whispers against my thigh, his tongue and teeth leaving marks on my skin as he pulls his fingers out. I hate that his degrading words spark another surge of heat in my stomach.
“Fuck you,” I spit out, trying to catch my breath. The plug moves inside of me and I gasp.
“I plan on it.”
I jerk my head up, seeing the woman on stage practically passed out. His large, rough hands slide up my spine, and he yanks my shirt up.
“What…what are you doing?”
He stands, reaching to untie me, but his large arm around my waist keeps me from moving. “Making sure you’re ready, kitten. My cock is a lot to handle.”
“No! You are not fucking me again!”
“I’ve already fucked you again.”
My heart stutters, and my mind races, trying to make sense of his words.
“Every. Fucking. Night.” He lifts me off the ground and drags me onto his lap as he sits on a couch. His large arm caging my back against his chest. The metal plug moves with his every shift and makes me want to scream.
“You wouldn’t…”
He rolls his hips, his hard length rubbing against my back.
“You wouldn’t fucking dare! You’re lying!”
“The only time you stop fucking screaming, Arlo…is when I’m holding you down and fucking you.
” His free hand slides down my stomach, slipping between my thighs.
I squirm, trying to escape, but he holds me tighter, his fingers digging into my skin, his cock grinding against my ass.
“And then, you’re fucking moaning my name. ”
“Lies.” I shake my head, but he slides two fingers inside my pussy, curling them to hit that sensitive spot. “Ah, fuck!”
“The monster you hate more than anything in the fucking world is the one making your cunt clench and ache. You’re fucking sick, aren’t you, kitten?”
“No! You’re lying!” I struggle against him, but he only tightens his grip, his fingers thrusting deeper. I moan again, my hips moving against him as he works me.
The air leaves my lungs. My head starts to spin.
No. That’s not possible. Those were dreams—nightmares. The hands I thought I imagined, the voice whispering my name in the dark. My blood runs cold.
“Stop!”
“I can’t.” His voice is strained, his fingers fucking me faster, harder. My hips roll against him.
Deep laughter fills the space, and I look up, meeting Raze’s eyes. A new girl is on the floor in front of him, almost touching me. His cock is buried in her throat, but it’s me he’s staring at. The sight sends a confusing mix of shame and excitement through me.
“I’m the only one allowed to touch you, kitten. I’ll kill anyone who tries. But I think you’d like more than one cock, wouldn’t you? You’d be a filthy whore for that.”
His hand slides up my throat, and his fingers wrap around my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
“My filthy fucking whore.”
The words cut deep, stirring something dark and forbidden within me.
He slowly slides the butt plug out and begins to press his cock into my ass, stretching me even further. I squirm and try to fight him off, but it’s no use.
“Shh, kitten.”
“Priest, it hurt last time.” The words are choked behind a moan and the painful memory. He slows and I feel him reach for something. He pulls a bottle of lube from a nearby table and rubs it all over his cock and the outside of my asshole.
He brings his hand to my face, gently cupping my jaw. “It will just be the tip this time.”
I whimper as he pushes in, his huge cock stretching me.
His hand on my stomach tightens, holding me still as he slowly thrusts.
I gasp, my body trembling as he fills me, the sensation of being stretched and invaded overwhelming me.
The room spins, and I can’t focus on anything but the intense, almost unbearable pleasure-pain that courses through me.
His cock pulses, the thick vein on the underside dragging against me.
“You take my cock so good.” His fingers dig into my hips as he slowly thrusts.
I’m panting, tears stinging my eyes. “Stop. Please stop. I can’t. I can’t...”
“Christ, kitten.” His hand slides between my thighs, his fingers rubbing my clit. “Your pathetic little sounds are making it fucking hard to not bury my entire cock in your tight ass.”
I cry out, my back arching, my body shaking as he thrusts and grinds into me.
Raze leans over me, his eyes locked on mine. “Your cock is gonna ruin her ass.” He groans as the girl sucks him off.
“Shut the fuck up and enjoy the view,” Priest grunts.
Raze fists the girl’s hair and pushes her down further on his cock. “Fucking cock tease,” he mutters, his eyes locked on mine, his hips bucking as he uses her mouth.
Priest’s pace quickens, his fingers digging into my thigh as he pulls me against his chest, his cock thrusting deeper, faster, harder.
“Priest, that’s more than the tip!” My body is on fire as my pussy clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled.
“I can’t fucking help myself. Not when it comes to you, Arlo.” His fingers find my clit again, and I cry out, his cock stretching me wide. “And you don’t really want me to stop, do you?”
“Do you really fuck me…every night?” The question burns my cheeks, my head falling back against his shoulder. His teeth sink into my neck, his tongue soothing the marks.
“Yes.”
“Priest, I’m not on birth control.” The words tumble out in a panic. His hand curls tighter on my hip before he slams back into me—harder.
“Yes, you are. I’ve been giving it to you in your meds.”
“What?” My voice breaks.
He doesn’t stop moving.
“In your pain pills.” He rubs tight circles over my clit like he’s trying to distract me. My whole body goes still under him. Every part of me clenches.
“You drugged me?”
“I protected you.”
My stomach flips, and I don’t know if it’s from the violation or the fact that a twisted part of me finds comfort in the idea that even in his fucked-up way…he thought of me.
My throat burns. “That’s not your choice.”
“It is when you’re mine.”
My body trembles, heart racing in all the wrong ways. His hand never stops moving between my legs, dragging more pleasure out of my confused, angry, aching body. It’s not fair. It’s not fair how easily he controls every inch of me—how much I want him, even when I hate him.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Raze grunts as his body shakes. He pushes the girl back, and his cock sprays cum onto my stomach and chest, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Fucking bastard.” Priest grunts, “You’re gonna pay for that.” His fingers dig into my thigh, his other hand sliding up my chest, smearing the warm fluid over my breasts. “She’s only allowed to be covered in mine.”
Raze laughs as his cock still pulses, and my cheeks burn as the shame twists in my gut.
Priest’s fingers hit my clit just right, and I come hard, my body shaking as he thrusts into me, following my release with his own. His cock pulses one last time, and he collapses back, his arms wrapping around me, his fingers digging into my stomach.
“Fuck, little one.”
He slowly pulls his cock out of my ass. The sensation of the stretch disappearing is almost as overwhelming as it was to have him inside me.
Little one? He’s never called me that before.
His fingers gently rub the lube on the outside of my asshole again, before the soft press of the plug fills me again.
“What are you doing now?”
“I want my cum deep in you while I finish here. And if I didn’t plug you up, I’d be fucking you again. You’re an addiction. My filthy fucking addiction.”
My chest tightens at his words, but he’s already lifting me, setting me back on my feet. The plug inside my ass shifts, and I hate how much the fullness excites me.
I tug my leggings up, unable to look at him. I’m confused. Disgusted. Scared. Hurt.
If what he says is true, he’s been using me every night…drugging me. Taking advantage of me in my most vulnerable state…and I’m not sure if the thought scares me more, or that part of me that can’t help but feel excited by it.