27. Monty
Chapter twenty-seven
Monty
She clenches around my fingers when the gun fires, and I'm reminded of how fucking sexy she looked with that same gun shoved up her beautiful cunt, how she trembled with the fear, how that orgasm made her entire body shake so that she looked fucking possessed.
The bullet takes him out easily. He moans for a few seconds, pleads with us to help him, writhes pathetically on the ground. I watch Ivy's face as she watches her husband die, warring between letting herself feel the pleasure I'm forcing onto her and being properly horrified by the sight before her.
I'm not interested in his final moments when there's so much fun still to be had.
"Bring her over." Killian says. "Let our sweet Ivy get a good look at her husband dying..."
She shivers when I pull my fingers out from her, smearing her own wetness on her thigh, and then drag her with me over to where Killian and Theo stand over her husband. She whimpers and I can't tell if it's from the loss of me filling her or the sight of all the blood on the ground. Killian did her a kindness, shooting him in the chest. Now at least she won't have to look at her husband's brains lying in chunks on the ground when we throw her down and fuck her.
"Til death do you part." Killian smirks, reaching a hand out to skate it over her cheek. "Don't worry, Ivy. You were a faithful wife... but you're a widow now."
"We freed you." I tell her.
Ivy shakes her head, her face sticky with tears she cried earlier. I think she may be out of them, because her eyes don't well up as she stares at the body on the ground, but her lips tremble before she even speaks.
"You killed him."
"You could have done it," Theo shrugs. "But you refused to stand up to him. You always refuse to stand up to anyone. I know why you do it with us ... because you like it when we push you around. But what about with your parents? With him?"
"Did you get off on daddy neglecting you, Poison?" I taunt, knowing my words will hit their mark.
Maybe it's cruel, but I can't be too bothered to care when she eviscerated us so completely. What's a little temporary pain compared to years of suffering?
"Fuck you."
"As you wish." Killian chuckles as I gently kick the backs of her knees just enough to make her fall onto them, her palms coming out to catch herself. It doesn't work as she slips in the growing pool of blood, falling flat on her stomach. She's able to keep her head up, preventing it from smashing up that beautiful face, but she cries out in pain as her casted wrist absorbs the impact of her fall.
" Fuck , baby," Killian groans, making my attention snap to him.
Never once in all the years we've known each other have I ever heard him call anyone that. In fact, it must have been a slip of the tongue. Surely, he meant to say Bambi?
But I've also never seen him look quite as feral as he does in this moment, his fingers twitching at his side, his lips parted like he's trying to remember how to breathe.
"You're so fucking delicious covered in blood."
I can feel Theo's eyes on me, and I know he's thinking the same thing I am. Seeing Killian like this, his composure cracking and his desperation obvious, is the most erotic thing we've ever witnessed.
As intense as he can be, Killian is methodical, composed. He doesn't lose control, and he doesn't give it up. But seeing him like this, so close to the edge, is an entirely new experience.
"Blood isn't the best lubricant, you know," I say, gripping the back of Ivy's neck and pulling her up so that Killian and Theo can admire the new tear tracks on her face. "But I bet if you coat your dick in it before you shove it in her ass, it'll feel so good."
Killian needs no further invitation, ripping his belt free of the loops and letting it fall to the floor with a sharp crack as he tugs his boxers and jeans down his thighs. I give her a moment to enjoy the show before her as I free my own dick, just in case she forgot what a marvel Killian is, and then yank her back onto my lap. The head slides into her easily, but I have to grip her arms and pull her back onto me, forcing her to sink onto my cock and stretch for me.
Fuck.
Her heat invites me deeper as I pull her over me, forcing her to take all of me.
It feels too good, so I hold her against me a minute, needing the pause to collect myself before I can lose it all from just sliding into her. I have to take a slow breath through my nose when she moans in either pain or pleasure, or a glorious mix of the two as I gather her hair in my fist and use it to guide her head toward Theo's waiting dick. I wish I could see the look in her eyes, to see her reaction to the idea of taking us both at once. I'm sure it's glorious, given how her body clenches, trying to deny what's about to happen. She hasn't even realized the worst of it, when Killian steps over, planting his feet on either side of me. I lean back to give him access, wrapping my hands around the backs of her legs to keep her in place.
She also didn't see him drag his hand through the puddle of Cody's blood and paint his dick with it, careful not to rub it any more than necessary to coat himself. But as she feels the prod against her asshole, I feel her tighten again, hear her suck in a sharp breath, and I have to grit my teeth and focus on not coming from the stranglehold she's got around me.
"No! I-agh!"
Her protest turns into a groan as Killian grips her hips, painting her too, and pushes in slowly.
It's too slow to be kind, a merciless show of his control, her lack thereof. Ivy's never tried to pretend she has control around us, but he's all too happy to remind her, since she can't see the scar on her ass... that it belongs to him. She shakes over top of me, her hands slipping in the blood and her body coming down to mine, as if she thinks she can escape the intrusion. She can't, and she seems to sense as much when Killian slams his hips against her ass, burying himself deep inside, and a scream breaks past her lips. It's muffled when Theo thrusts into her mouth, and by the sounds of it, her throat. She gags around him and I feel her muscles tighten against mine, her pussy clenching around me like she can squeeze us out of her.
"Fuck, Tiger Lily," Theo groans.
I peek at him over the side of Killian's thigh and see him with his eyes hooded, his lips parted and his head tossed back a little, in the throes of passion. He doesn't thrust, holding her hostage against his large dick, and I realize we're all just giving her a moment to adjust to the feeling of being so full. I wonder, idly, what it must feel like, to have so much inside you all at once. Theo and Killian have made me their regular bottom, and I enjoy them both at the same time, but sometimes it's hard to breathe with both of them in me. I wonder if it's the same for Ivy, if she can breathe or think with her every hole plugged by one of us. I'm guessing not.