Chapter 22
a punch to the stomach
Saige
Iwake in one of my favorite places—in that space just under Dax's chin, his arm draped across my body, both of us naked beneath the covers. I find that tattoo—the red and blue anatomical heart wrapped in barbed wire, tracing it with my fingertips.
You can't see them unless you already know where to look for them—the 'S' and 'N' woven into the wire—but I do, and I always look for them.
Two nights passed before Dax came home with us, and that's about how long it took for the reporters to leave. It was quiet when it was just me and Nolan, but the house came alive when Dax came home, and so did we.
Because we need each other. And none of us are extra.
I check my phone, but there's nothing from Elias. He must not be awake yet.
At least he's not in handcuffs anymore; he's in a hospital in Vancouver. He took his finals in a hospital bed, and hopefully, he'll be home soon.
He already missed Christmas.
I haven't seen Isla, but I saw her sister on the news.
She said Isla broke down after finally seeing Miles's body and told them what they'd known all along—that he'd been the one to take her, and that he'd been abusing her since she moved in with him two years ago.
They checked her into a mental health clinic.
I don't know if she'll ever want to see me; I don't know if it'll help or hurt her recovery, so it's probably better left alone. But if someday she decides she wants to talk to me, I'll be here.
"Morning, princess," Dax says, pulling my earlobe through his teeth before kissing my neck. "God, you smell so fucking good."
"That's because I used Nolan's body wash last night."
"Did you?" His hand finds my tit, and he teases my nipple with his thumb. My breath catches, my clit aching by the time he moves on to the other side.
"Dax…" I moan.
His lips move from my neck to my nipple—sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue—while I squirm beneath him, growing slicker by the second. He bites down and I cry out, gripping the back of his neck.
"Fuck!"
Then, he soothes the same spot with his tongue, pleasure overriding the pain while he just barely uses his teeth. Finally, his free hand dips past my waist, and my legs fall apart, desperate for some sort of relief.
But he stops right before he gives me what I want.
"So eager, aren't you, Ripley?" he asks against my skin. "Such a desperate little fuck doll. How badly do you need me to take care of this pretty pussy, baby?" His middle finger just barely brushes against my clit before he removes his hand and starts toying with my nipples again.
"Please, don't tease me," I whimper. "I want you. I want to get fucked."
I can feel how hard he is; he already knows how bad I want him—what a desperate little fuck doll I am—and still, sometimes, he wants to make me beg for it.
Luckily, I'm not above begging.
"Why don't you take your fingers and show me how you want me to touch you?"
I slide my hand down my body, finding my clit, circling it with two fingers while Dax watches. I moan, the pressure slowly bringing relief to the tension building at my center.
"That's it," he whispers. "I bet that feels better, doesn't it?"
"Yes…"
He moves onto his knees, stroking himself over me. I watch his hand slide up and down his length, his abs flexing, and flick my clit faster, aching for his cock.
"Open your mouth, fuck doll," he orders. "I want to fuck your throat while you make yourself come."
I lick my lips before opening wide, and Dax pushes his dick into my mouth, stopping only when he reaches that back of my throat. "There you go," he says while my eyes water. "You wanted my dick, didn't you, baby?"
"Mmhmm." I nod around him, hollowing my cheeks before he slowly pulls out and then thrusts into my mouth again. My eyes water as he looks down at me with approval, fucking my mouth in a slow, steady rhythm.
"Fuck, you're so good to me, Saige. Don't stop playing with your sweet little pussy, baby. After you come, I'll give you what you really want. I'll fuck you raw and let you come all over my dick like a slut."
I pick up where I left off, circling my clit while I choke on Dax's cock, watching him bite his lip with his gaze fixed on my pussy and his breath catching.
Pleasure builds, my toes curling as my fingers take me closer and closer to the edge until I finally come undone. I moan around his dick as he thrusts in and out of my mouth, saliva dripping down my chin while my clit throbs.
"Look at you. What an obedient little fuck doll you are, Saige. Doesn't that feel good?" I nod before he pulls out of my mouth, and then I gasp for air. "Turn over, baby. Let me take care of you like you deserve."
I do as he asks and pull myself up onto all fours, impatiently waiting for his dick. When he pushes into me, I gasp, bracing myself with one hand on the headboard. "Yes…" I moan. "Dax…"
"That's it, baby," he says as he thrusts his hard cock into me. "Take every fucking inch of it."
Dax hammers into me from behind, fucking me hard and deep, the sound of his skin against mine and my desperate moans echoing through the room. He doesn't even let up when the door swings open. "I thought I heard Saige getting fucked," Nolan says. "Didn't get enough last night, Saige?"
I whimper in response, remembering how Dax fucked me on the table after we sucked Nolan's cock.
"I think that means no in slut," Dax says. "You want next?"
"Nah, I want to shove my dick in her mouth right now and watch you fuck her."
"You heard him," Dax says. He pulls me into him and, without taking his dick out of me, turns me until I'm facing Nolan at the edge of the bed. "Stick out your tongue for him, baby."
I look up at Nolan with my mouth open, waiting for his cock while Dax fucks my pussy. He quickly pulls it out, gripping the base while guiding it past my lips.
Nolan doesn't move at first; he lets Dax's thrusts set the pace for us, sending his cock into the back of my throat while I suck him. He cups my cheeks in his hands, wiping tears from under my eyes with his thumbs.
"You're so fucking pretty, baby," he says. "You take our dicks so well."
"I love the sounds she makes when she chokes on your dick. Don't go easy on her—she was fucking begging for it this morning."
"Is that true, Saige?" Nolan groans and then thrusts into my lips faster, still holding my face in his hands. "Were you begging to get fucked like this?"
I nod, tasting cum on my tongue just before Nolan drops his head back and licks his lips. "Fuck, baby…"
"I told you," Dax rasps. "She's a spoiled fucking brat."
He pumps his cock into me harder, and I whimper, causing Nolan to suck air through his teeth. "Fuck yes…"
The two of them fuck me hard and fast, back and forth between them—both grunting, Nolan's eyes on Dax while he thrusts into me.
I dig my nails into the mattress.
"I love watching your wet cock slide in and out of her tight little pussy," Nolan groans. "I can't wait to watch you cum in her."
His words make me clench around Dax's dick. I think he feels it, because he moans, slapping my ass before he picks up the pace, and I cry out, the sound muffled by Nolan's cock, and I look up at him for his approval.
I meant it when I said I was ruined. They fucking ruined me.
I struggle to breathe through my nose, moaning while they fuck me between them, my climax building.
"I think you're going to make her come," Nolan tells him. "God, it feels so good when she moans around my fucking cock. Fuck her harder."
Dax grabs my shoulders, pulling me toward him while he thrusts into me, and soon, I'm coming between them, gagging on Nolan's cock while my pussy squeezes around Dax, and the orgasm rolls through my body.
"You see that, Nolan?" Dax says through clenched teeth. "She's shaking like a whore again on my dick."
"I see it. I can feel her screaming, too. It's going to make me come—fuck!"
Nolan grips my hair. "Look at me," he growls before thrusting into my throat. My legs shake and my eyes water while cum fills my mouth, and I swallow around him.
"Jesus…swallow it all, Saige," Dax says as he slams into my backside. "Be good for him while you come on my dick. And make sure you give her every last fucking drop. Don't waste it."
Nolan pulls out, wiping my lip with his thumb before pushing it into my mouth. "Every last drop, baby."
"Yes, sir," I moan.
I suck it clean before he pulls it from my mouth.
"Fuck…what'd she just call you?"
"Sir," I repeat.
"Oh, fuck…" Dax's thrusts slow, his hips pumping into me for a few seconds more until he stills, coming inside me. "Fuck, that's so fucking good…"
He pulls out, and we both collapse on the bed, catching our breath. "That was fun, huh?" Dax asks.
I nod. "Yeah."
"I've got to go," Nolan says before kissing my forehead. "You both almost made me late."
"Blame the spoiled brat," Dax says. "It's her fault."
"Yeah, and who spoiled her?" Nolan teases. "I'll see you later. I made breakfast."
"You're the best," Dax tells him.
I reach for his hand. "Bye. I love you."
"Love you, too. Love you both."
After he leaves the room, Dax runs his fingers through my hair, guiding my lips to his. "Let's go eat, baby."
He gets up, stepping into a pair of sweats, while I grab a hoodie from the back of his chair, pulling it on before following him downstairs. And even though we're the only ones here, he still makes me sit on his lap while we eat.
I take a sip of my coffee, and before I can grab my fork, Dax picks it up, holding out a bite of pancakes.
I smile, letting him feed me, and then laugh a little.
"What?" he asks. "What's funny? I like taking care of you."
"Nothing. I just really like you," I tell him. "And I know you do."
"What are your plans for today? Are you going to see Elias?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want me to go with you?"
"That's okay. I think I just want to be alone with him for a while. And I need to get used to going places by myself again."
"Eh, you don't have to."
"I know. But I need to."