46. Briella
Briella
“WHOEVER WINS GETS FREE REIN OVER MY TITS FOR A WHOLE WEEK.”
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“Warrior” - Beth Crowley - Nightcore
“Undo My Sad” - Sanna Nielsen
“Better Than I Used to Be” - Citizen Soldier
It’s no different than any other kiss. No different Rory.
But maybe…pieces of him.
Oh, god! My back aches with bruises, and my leg is still burning where the arrow is still lodged. A chronic throbbing, stabbing pain. Every time my vision blackens at the edges, they touch me or strike me in some way that keeps me in the moment, spiking my adrenaline.
Rory’s mouth is so hot on mine, his beard chafing my skin as he drags the flat of his tongue against mine, then circles it all over the inner walls. He tastes like rain and whiskey. I cling to the scent because I know they’ll punish me more if I pass out.
The words he said—they’re still there, sharp and glinting, like slivers of glass catching in my chest, lodging between the soft places I’ve tried to keep safe. Tiny, glittering truths cutting through my armor and the old scars.
Each one slices something open, carving through the lies I used to tell myself. Rewriting them. Not erasing—no, the past stays, but it shifts.
His words write a new pain over the old. It hurts. It heals. It terrifies me..
God, my skin burns and aches from all the switches.
And the thick ropes strain my tired muscles.
I’m exhausted. The rain chills me to the bone.
But I know they’re far from done. Parts of me don’t want this, are terrified of this.
But for once, the fear isn’t mine to carry alone.
The sting, the burn, the pain help me feel. Just like Raphael said.
But for fuck’s sake! How much do I need to feel before they take the goddamn arrow out of me?!
“Don’t go soft on me now, Firecracker,” Rory says against my swollen lips before giving me that wicked wink.
I playfully snap my teeth, taking power when he flinches. But I flash him a teasing glance.
“You want to bite, Lass?” He chuckles darkly, daring to rub his thumb along my lower lip. “Ye will feel all of our teeth tonight.”
He snaps his head to Raphael, who nods, granting his permission.
Seth’s hands are what I feel next, coiling my hair into a knot on the top of my head, holding it in place with a thick ponytail.
Jude takes his place before me. Taller than Rory, he towers over me, his shadow promising all manner of punishment.
And then…they begin.
“Ahhh!” I cry out from Rory’s teeth sinking into my collarbone, sharp and unyielding—just enough to leave the ghost of a mark, like an oath. Jude mirrors him on the other side, his bite slower, his teeth sending a shudder rippling down my spine.
My body is shaking, and I bob a little in the suspension.
I suck in a ragged inhale, the chilled rain fighting with the fire they keep stoking. And the fire in my calf. The wound on my arm feels like a thin shred of flame.
Behind me, Vincent’s hands are colder, steady as stone as he presses his mouth against the back of my shoulder, his bite a clean, precise thing—like a blade sinking. Seth’s rougher teeth scrape over the back of my ribs, catching where my breath snags and sharpens.
Random, scattered flashes of pain until they overlap, bleeding into something I can’t outrun.
It hurts.
It grounds me.
It makes me real.
I don’t know whose teeth are where anymore. I just feel every claim written in shallow crescent marks and aching pressure.
I am made of this. I am undone by this.
I’m unraveling. Shattering. But I’m inside their chains. I’m a part of them.
Rory bites my left nipple. I gasp, clenching my eyes before he circles his tongue around the stiff bud. I choke on a whimper when Jude takes my other breast and powerfully sucks my nipple, mashing his tongue on it.
Thick fingers slide beneath my ass while one strong hand cups my thigh, digging his fingers into the flesh.
Vincent and Seth. One on each side of my outer thighs, working their fingers along and between my pubic lips.
Everything strikes my senses, lighting up all my nerve endings.
The cold raindrops spread tingles all over my skin.
I can’t see beyond Rory and Jude, who don’t stop tormenting my nipples while Seth or Vincent circles a thumb along my clit and injects two fingers inside my pussy. It’s still wet from my fluids and Raphael’s cum. I feel the ascent. My insides clench around the fingers, sucking them inside.
“That’s our dirty girl,” Seth murmurs behind me, and now I know it’s his fingers inside me. “You want a cock inside you, don’t you, Briella Darling? Want all of us to stuff you full?”
“I get her cunt this time,” Rory growls at him while pinching my nipple. “I’m goin’ to feel that sweet pussy wrapped like a glove all around my monster. Isn’t that right, Briella?” he challenges me, then nips my earlobe.
“Mmm…” I whimper as the pressure mounts. The mouths on my breasts, the thumb working my clit, and my muscles flutter around Seth’s fingers.
He pulls out. Vincent stops rubbing. Rory and Jude stop sucking.
“Bad Girly,” Vincent murmurs against my ear before a hand sharply slaps my pussy.
I choke, a strangled sound leaving my throat, and I tip my head back from the burning sensation.
“Jude.” Rory turns to him, his gaze carnal but not directed at the doctor. He’s eager for something to do with me. “You bring any more toys in that giant bag of yours?”
My pulse stutters as I remember some of those toys from the cave. Jude observes me from the side, grinning sinfully before nodding. “A few.”
Rory lifts a brow. “Nipple suckers?”
Jude stands even taller. “Vibrating clamps.”
Oh, god, they’re going to be the death of me tonight!
Rory squeezes the clamps onto my nipples as Seth gags me.
“I’m goin’ to pierce these pretties someday, Lass. Count on it.”
“You mean I will,” Jude tells him.
“Yeah, yeah, Doc. You got the magic hands.”
“You only wish you were on the receiving end of my magic hands whenever you wanted.”
Rory snorts. I can’t help but blow out a laugh.
“Should we test it?” Jude offers Rory the controller with a shit-eating grin. “After all, we want everything to function properly.”
The bitter wind lashes my flesh, and all I want is their bodies. Hell, I’ll take any of them. Need their warmth. If I weren’t gagged, my teeth would be chattering.
Rory takes the controller with a feral smile. Vincent and Seth stand on each side, their eyes glued to my breasts. I can’t help but tense.
And then, Rory turns the vibration on the first setting.
Arousal bolts through me. Sharp and sudden little pulses surge straight to my core.
The pressure is already biting, a steady ache where the metal pinches, but now, it hums. A maddening vibration that turns the pain into something unbearable and exquisite all at once.
It’s too much and not enough.
My clit swells from the invisible lines connecting it to my nipples. They’ve always been hypersensitive. All my nerves have turned raw, igniting. It’s that razor-thin line between pleasure and agony. My body tenses as heat blooms in my belly. The muscles in my thighs clench.
I start to rock my hips. All it does is cause me to swing and my tits to bounce.
Rory’s watching, savoring as he dials the setting up.
“Fuuuuck!” A strangled sound escapes me, half-moan, half-whimper, because now the vibrations aren’t just at my nipples—they radiate outward, a hot, tingling ache that spreads everywhere.
I feel their gazes on me—Vincent’s cold and unreadable, Seth’s flaming with hunger. Jude’s are sinful. Rory’s are carnal and wicked. Raphael’s always primal and possessive. And it makes it worse, makes it better. I’m caught in it, suspended, desperate, alive.
It comes before I even realize it.
The pleasure spikes, and I clench my teeth around the gag, releasing an uncontrollable scream of bliss.
I ride the orgasmic wave. I’ve never come just from breast stimulation.
It feels so different. The wave of heat washes over my pussy, spreading through it and up in delicious streams while the most intense rapture resonates in my nipples.
“Oh, fuuuck!” I cry from the power.
And all of them, including Raphael, are smirking. Rory’s and Seth’s heads tilted, enjoying my helpless state.
“Did she just—”
“Aye, she did,” Rory cuts off Seth, confirming. His fingers tap the controller settings. “Think we can get another one out of her, boys?”
My eyes rocket wide open, and I shake my head wildly, my wet hair flinging all about.
“Add the clit clamp this time.” Seth fishes it out of Jude’s medical bag.
I glare daggers at him. For the first time, I really struggle with the ropes, but there’s no use. By the end of this night, their red imprints will compete with all their teeth marks.
“Hmm…perhaps some orgasm control?” Jude wonders.
Rory grins at him. “Bet you a hundred she’ll come in one minute. Fifty-five seconds max.”
Jude strokes his jaw, and I seethe through the gag at them. Raphael doesn’t move as usual. He lets them have their fun…at my expense.
“I’ll take less than two minutes. But more than one,” Seth claims, raising two fingers.
“Forty-five seconds.” Jude licks his lips. I hate how gorgeous the rain makes him. His white-collared shirt soaked straight to his skin, showing off all his glorious, slabbed muscles.
“So, a hundred?”
Jude shakes his head and deadpans with Rory. “I’ll bet that rare bottle of Scotch you’ve been saving for a special occasion.”
Rory’s jaw drops.
Seth hugs his elbows, flexing his muscles. “Oooh, good one, Jude. I guess I’ll put up my own treasure, too. My old carving knife.”
Rory scans him from the side, lifting a brow, but Seth nods his confirmation.
When my vision starts to blur, I know the adrenaline is wearing off. I need more before the fumes die out.
“Fine,” Rory grunts, then turns to Vincent, who’s been standing in the back, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets, watching the show go down. “How about you, Tats?”
“Mmm…thirty seconds, I’ll wager.”