21. Ivy
Chapter twenty-one
Ivy
Age Twenty
The barrel of the gun is cold against my heated skin as Killian sets it flush against my cheek. Without taking my eyes off of the puppet master in front of me, I can see it in my peripheral vision, and my heartbeat escalates enough that I don't doubt they can hear every squeeze.
"Killian..." I say quietly, my voice faltering before any other words can make it out. I hadn't planned any, anyway.
"Open that pretty mouth, Ivy, and let's find out what fate awaits you."
The fact that he called me by name— something he rarely does— isn't lost on me even in spite of the flurry of terror twisting my insides. I hadn't even noticed I've been clenching my jaw so tightly that it aches. I have to make a conscious effort to relax.
"No, I don't want to—"
Monty's head drops as mine is yanked back, Theo's fingers drumming against my exposed throat as I blink up at him through the tears beading in my eyes. I hate this fear, but I can't just get rid of it.
"Silly little doe." Killian says, rubbing the muzzle against my lips, which I'm desperately trying to keep closed. But they outplay me.
The sudden tug of my shorts and panties being pulled down my legs shocks me enough that I open my mouth to plead with Monty to stop and Killian shoves the barrel in so far that it makes me gag, the taste of metal intensifying the need to vomit.
"There you go," Theo croons, his touch on my throat turning soothing as he rubs little circles there. "You've got this, Tiger Lily."
"Through the nose." Monty says, but his voice sounds far away, and I think I may be dying already, suffocating around the object in my throat.
Killian pushes the gun deeper, until I feel his knuckles brushing my lips and the barrel feels like it's going to tickle my tonsils. I gag again, my entire body tensing in preparation for the wave of vomit that never comes because Killian relents at the last second, and the gun retreats, letting me bounce forward just enough to avoid choking on the contents of my stomach.
My mouth is watering, drool dripping onto my chest as I lean over Killian's arm, just in case it comes. But it never does, and after a few seconds, the panic of choking subsides in time for another panic to take over as Killian shifts, taking the gun with him as he drops between my legs with a devious smirk. Monty grabs my thigh, holding me still in a completely unnecessary show of control. There's not a chance I'd try moving right now, when the real threat is the gun that Killian is trailing down my hips, headed straight for my pussy, which clenches violently with terror.
"No!" I gasp, because the look in his dark eyes makes it clear exactly what he's going to do even before I feel the wet metal, coated in my spit, as it coasts over my clit. The little nub mounted atop the barrel steals my breath as it sends a ripple of pleasure through me in the wake of the horror that immediately preceded it.
"Fuck," Killian practically purrs, and I've never heard him sound so strained as he is when he spreads my pussy with the barrel of the gun, showing him just how wet I am, betraying how much the intoxicating fear has made me crave things I don't even understand. "You're dripping, Bambi."
"Describe it to me, Monty," Theo says, his voice tight as he strains around me to get a look at what the others are seeing.
Humiliation sears through me even brighter than the fear as Monty groans, and some self-destructive part of me looks up to find him biting his lip so hard that blood blooms around his pearly white teeth.
"Fuck," he echoes Killian's sentiment. "She's glistening, pink and perfect." He lets out a shaky laugh and glances up at Theo. "So fucking perfect."
"So fucking wet ." Killian corrects him. "Our girl isn't just an adrenaline junkie."
Hearing him call me 'our girl' sets butterflies free in my stomach, but they simply fly in circles, battering their wings against my insides with nowhere to go.
"Stop." I try again, a hot tear dripping onto my chest and running cold between my breasts.
"You don't want me to stop." Killian licks his lips, prying his eyes from where I am splayed out before him, the gun situated between my folds. "You just think it's what you're supposed to say. Right, Bambi?"
"Relax, Poison, and let's finish the game." Monty soothes, his fingers dipping close to my wet pussy, which is absolutely throbbing. My heartbeat has migrated south, thundering violently in the space between my legs where I feel the tip of the barrel press against my entrance.
I've let a small part of me hold onto the foolish hope that they were just fucking with me, torturing me mentally more than physically, but the pressure assures me we aren't simply playing for laughs. It gives me the courage I need to fight against them, twisting my upper body away from Theo, who gave me the advantage when he leaned forward. I slip between his grasp, rolling onto my hands and knees so that I can scramble away from them.
My advantage isn't enough, and Theo yanks me up by my hair so that when Monty or Killian grip my legs and yank me back, I feel like I'm being split in two.
"Naughty, naughty, Tiger Lily." Theo hums, and the sound of a blade flicking through the air alerts me to the pocket knife he just flipped open. "I think I'm going to carve my name into you this time."
The grip on my hips rolls me back to the ground as Theo descends, pressing the blade against the loose fabric of my shirt, which falls away easily as he drags it through the blade.
"Theo," I gasp, " please ."
"Where do you want me to mark you, Flower?" He trails the curve of one breast, held up by the cups of my lacy black bra, and then moves to the other. "Killian's already claimed that ass, but I think I'd like mine in a place where you'll have to look at it every day... a place where you'll see it and remember that you belong to us." His eyes flicker from one breast to the other, like he simply can't decide, and then he slips the blade beneath the band of my bra, letting it fall away to expose me to the cool air.
"I know," he says, his deep voice almost soothing as he leans forward, setting the point of the blade into soft flesh just inches from my nipple. It bites into me and blood wells to the surface, dripping back toward me with the force of gravity as he continues, obscuring my view.
A wicked, horrible, dirty pleasure sparks in me as he lowers his mouth to me, sucking a nipple into his mouth and rolling his hot tongue over it so gently that it's completely at odds with the violence of his knife. My back arches, my hips lifting, and I hear Killian and Monty laughing, taking the pleasure away to replace it with humiliation as Theo releases my nipple and moves to my other breast, repeating the process.
It's a sharp pain, but it's dulled by the caress of whoever is stroking my thigh, the thumb dipping lower to test my entrance again. I feel it there as Theo finishes his work and rolls my other nipple into his mouth. I feel the way my body contracts, like it's welcoming that intrusion as Theo's teeth sink into my nipple, sending a jolt of fiery pleasure straight down to my core.
"Beautiful," Theo hums, lapping at the blood on my skin once more before swinging his leg over me and standing.
"See, we had a problem, Bambi." Killian says, drawing my attention to him. My body feels heavy, unable to move, so I roll my head and shift my eyes to get a glimpse of him kneeling between my legs with the gun still in hand. "We're closer than friends... brothers, really. We vowed long ago not to let anything come between us... but then you showed up."
"And you kept coming back, no matter how cruel we were to you." Monty says. I don't see him because lifting my head feels like too much effort, but I hear his words and then feel the press of his lips against my thigh, making my breath leave me in a gasp.
"So, we decided to claim you, in every way." Theo explains.
"Only problem is, none of us could decide who got to take your virginity," Killian laughs, like it's a silly thing. "I took Theo's. And Theo took Monty's. So, at first we thought Monty should take yours, and it could be all nice and slow like." His laugh is darker this time. "But when we sent him to your room last summer, we watched you guys. He didn't do anything. Just watched you all night, like a lovesick puppy dog."
Theo laughs, earning a little growl from Monty, who promptly tells him to shut up.
"Since we couldn't decide, we figured we'd let the gun take your cherry. And then each of us can paint our lips with your sweet flavor."
I can't even begin to contend with whatever they're saying, particularly when I feel the nudge of the metal against my canal.
"Deep breath, Poison." Monty warns me. "It'll only hurt for a minute."
I don't know if we're talking about me losing my virginity or the gun firing and ending my life, but either way, I'm powerless to do anything with Theo pinning my wrists to the hard wood floor, as if I have the energy to try and escape this.
I don't know if he's trying to do me a kindness or torture me, but Killian takes his time, easing the gun inside me slowly, letting me stretch around it as I suck in a breath I never want to let go of, trying to trap the pain inside.
"You can take it," Theo assures me, leaning over me so that I can see the shadow of his form as it blocks out the light from the chandelier overhead.
"Good fucking girl." Killian praises, slowing to a stop.
For one foolish second, I think that's it, that it wasn't as bad as it's been made out to be.
And then he shoves the gun inside me deep, making me squeeze my eyes shut so hard a tear rolls free as I cry out around the intrusion my body tries to shove back out. He buries it in me until his knuckles graze against my clit, and for one brief second takes away the agony. More hot tears flood down my cheeks, the pinch deep inside me less agonizing than the realization that his finger is so close to that trigger. He twists the weapon inside me, making sure he's broken the barrier completely, and then retreats, pulling a whimper from deep inside me.
"She's so fucking tight." Killian groans. "This pussy is gripping the gun so good."
I want to tell them to stop, but it feels like something heavy is sitting on my stomach, and the butterflies from earlier are furious in their flight, desperate to get away from the loaded gun inside me. And even if I could speak, I don't think for a second that they'd listen.
"I can't wait for a taste." Theo moans, one hand releasing my wrist to get a grip on one of my breasts, rolling the nipple into a peak that he immediately teases against his tongue.
As Killian slides back in, I whimper, the burn intensifying as he picks up speed.
"You're so fucking glorious, Poison." Monty groans, burying his head against my thigh, which he no longer has to restrain. I don't think I could move if I tried; I feel like Killian reached too deep inside me and broke something.
A tongue flicks out over my clit, making me freeze, my entire body seized with the fear as it rolls over me in time with Killian's building thrusts, chasing heat through me that I don't understand. I also don't understand the moan that slips past my lips as Theo nips at one of my breasts and that tongue that must belong to Monty slides between my legs.
"It feels good, doesn't it, Bambi?" Killian's voice sounds closer than I know it can be, like he's whispering right into my ear, and I open my eyes to see him. "It's okay to admit it. We know how to make you feel good."
Monty's tongue leaves me to meet Theo's lips as he looks up at him, Theo's hand tangling in Monty's hair. It's a beautiful sight, one that does something to me that I can't rationalize. I moan louder as Killian's thrusts increase, fucking me with the barrel of the gun. I roll my eyes to him, but I find that he isn't watching what he's doing— he's watching the effect it has, his eyes on me as a slow shudder builds low inside me.
"Most girls don't come the first time, Bambi. But I want you to come on the barrel. I want your sweet cunt to convulse around this so tight I can feel it."
The words are lurid, and they should strike an angry fire in the pit of my stomach. But the only fire I can entertain right now is the one between my legs, the one that's burning rapidly out of control. Theo pulls away from Monty, his eyes molten, full of flames that match the ones inside me. His hand skates up to my throat, his fingers closing around the sides of my neck, his hand putting heavy pressure against my windpipe.
When Monty tongues my clit again, I whimper around Theo's hand, feeling the reverberations before he tightens his grip and my head gets buzzy, the edges of my vision blurring as I ease against the ground, giving up the last of my fight. I surrender myself to them entirely— heart, soul, and finally body.
"She's close." Theo announces, and he sounds like he's far away.
Killian's thrusts increase, fucking me so fast that I know he's chasing whatever demonic sickness is spreading through me.
I'm going to die, and this time, when the thought strikes me, I'm not afraid of it. Because finally I know true fucking pleasure, an unbelievable sort of nirvana flooding through me from my curled toes to the tips of my fingers.
Fuck.
"Don't fight it, Tiger Lily." Theo says, and I'm not sure if he's talking about the feeling that I'm about to be ripped into a thousand tiny pieces or the darkness tugging at the edges of my vision, a deeper darkness than when I initially closed my eyes, which I don't even remember doing.
"Stop," I say, but my voice is a whisper, because I don't want them to stop. I don't want whatever the fuck is building inside of me to go away, and apparently, neither do they. Monty's strokes pick up with an intensity to match Killian's until all of a sudden, I detonate…
just in time with Killian's finger moving on the trigger.