7. Liv
CHAPTER SEVEN
LIV
I t wasn’t supposed to be like this.
First of all, I wasn’t supposed to be sitting on his lap, on display for two other guys, one finger in my pussy and a tongue lapping at me like I’m fucking ice cream; he only said he wanted his friend to fuck me. There was no talk of another guy. Though what’s the difference between two and three of them, really? He bought me for a night, and according to our contract, I’m his from eight in the evening till eight in the morning.
He wasn’t joking when he said I’d be properly hired by the crown as an entertainer. Jesus, I wonder how many times they’ve done this.
But what shocks me isn’t the third guy—a dark-haired hottie around Hawk’s age. It’s my reaction.
I should hate every second of this. I should be lying back and thinking of England as I sacrifice my dignity for a comfortable life. I shouldn’t be on fire, aroused by every touch. I entirely blame Callum and his fingers, though the other guy’s tongue definitely knows what it’s doing. My body moves of its own volition, hips lifting to get more of the maddening torture as I pant, and bite my lip just so I don’t beg .
Hawk, the blond guy I saw with Callum at the restaurant only four days ago, stands like a deer in headlights, his flight instinct driving him hard.
“Have you already sucked a cock, Liv?” Callum asks me.
I don’t know why, but I feel my inner wall tighten. “N—” I don’t trust my voice. “No.”
“Don’t worry, love. We’ll teach you, won’t we?” A low, rumbly chuckle vibrates behind my back. “Open your mouth.”
I do as I’m told, and the psycho removes his finger from my pussy to bring it to my lips.
That’s gross .
But I’m getting paid half a million fucking euros to do as I’m told for another eight hours, so I close my lips around it.
Given better access, the dark-haired man between my legs moves from my clit to my entrance, his wet tongue entering the space Callum’s finger left vacant.
Oh, god.
“With three of us here, we can teach you all sorts of things. Why, we can plug all of your holes until you’re airtight.”
My panicked eyes seek him out; I have to twist a little but I manage to stare at him, hoping I can see that he’s kidding.
Except I don’t. All I see in those gray eyes is a flash of heat and amusement.
“God. She’s so fucking wet,” the man between my legs groans against me.
I don’t even know his name.
“Come on, Hawk,” Callum urges. “Her bitch of a sister chased you from your house, didn’t she? I bet you’ve dreamed about teaching her a lesson more than once. And now you can. You know that kid always had a crush on you. She just lashed out because you didn’t give in. Now, you can take your revenge. You can fuck her sister. Imagine when she finds out, huh? You wouldn’t touch her, but you filled her big sister with cum.”
Those words are weapons, aimed right at a part of Hawk I would never have guessed existed. He knows his friend in and out and he’s aiming right where he’ll hit his mark. I can tell even before the blond guy moves.
“You’re so sick,” Hawk says.
But he’s the first to open his belt, and free a hard cock from his pants.
I’ve never actually seen a cock in person, though porn has taught me plenty. His is…scary.
It’s long . Very long and straight, like a fucking pole. It’s not as wide as I imagined, but the idea of that ten-inch tube going anywhere near me makes me recoil in fear.
Hawk is content to remain at a distance, though, jerking the shaft up and down as he watches.
Callum lowers the cup of my bra underneath the swell of my tit to directly cup it, his finger running around the lobe of my nipple. “These are smaller than your sister’s, I think,” he muses.
I don’t attempt an answer; I know that evaluation is for Hawk more than me.
Meanwhile, the stranger between my legs adds a finger to his tongue, and fuck, I can’t help the spasms running through my entire body, making me jerk up, moan, tremble.
“So fucking tight !” he grunts. “I can’t wait to be inside you, beautiful.”
Inside me.
It dawns on me then. I’m not going to be fucked once. All of them are going to use me, at once. Likely for eight hours straight.
Oh god, what did I get myself into? Will I survive it? My cardiac rhythm can’t be healthy right now.
Without much in the way of a warning, my body betrays me, losing all control as I come, and come, and come over the lap of my buyer, while a man whose name I still don’t know keeps licking me, for the viewing pleasure of a third stranger.
“Good girl,” Callum praises me. “Now you’re just wet enough to take a hard cock, huh?”
Fuck .
“What do you say? Should we reward Sebastian for being so generous with his tongue?”
So that’s the name of the man whose golden eyes are staring at me from between my legs, his mouth wet with my juices.
“Or maybe Hawk should get to play? He hasn’t had a chance yet. Besides, I think out of all of us, Hawk might need a good fuck more than the rest. You see, he’s about to enter into holy matrimony, after all.”
I look at the miserable sod who strokes his cock while watching us.
This whole thing is objectively disgusting. That guy’s about to be married. I’m the stripper whore he cheats on his wife with on the eve of the big day. What an awful cliche.
But I know what my answer should be.
“Well, Hawk already has his cock out.”
I don’t know how I manage to sound sultry. I certainly don’t try. But he does have a cock, and he’s stroking it, and he looks…
Scary. Too big.
Beautiful .
“You know you want to play,” I tell him.
Where does that even come from?
“You can think of my spoiled bitch of a sister. You can tell her you chose me.”
I’m only echoing Callum’s statement, and it breaks whatever restraint held Hawk together up until this point.
He doesn’t even pause, jumping to his feet and aligning his cock right at my entrance, before lifting me up as he drives right in.
Can I just say, Ouch ?
“Holy fuck. Holy fuck, Cal—no, I thought… Shit, she really was a virgin?”
I was so drenched, he managed to enter me in one go, but the lack of care still burns. I wince, biting down hard to prevent myself from screaming.
“Shit. Sorry. Liv, was it? Sorry, darling,” Hawk tells me softly, his hips retreating, and entering in slow, shallow thrusts. “I’ll make it better. It’ll all be good for you, I promise.”
Except those words aren’t really for me. Nor is the softness behind them. He’s seeing someone else entirely, just when he took me as hard as he could. It’s about a girl named Grace who wronged him—someone I’ve never met, but who looks enough like me for Callum to have spent a fortune on this.
I let him move me as he’d like; if Callum wanted an experienced lover, he would have picked someone else. He wanted a doll. I’m just that: a puppet used as a prop, a replacement.
Hawk took me like he hated me and now fucks me like he loves me, because he loves and hates that girl.
My body’s stopped screaming, the slow rhythm coaxing more pleasure out of my aching core.
My hips start to sway up to meet his thrusts, when something shifts under me. Callum’s lifting me up. Hawk instinctively grabs hold of my legs, and both of them drag me from the table to a low sofa. My back’s only just hit the velvet when Hawk pushes my ankles over my head, and changes the rhythm back to a fast, deep, hateful pounding.
To my surprise, my body still doesn’t register any pain. Just tendrils of pleasure traveling from my core through my legs, my belly, my tits.
I’ve only had a moment to adjust when another cock, this one thicker, if a little shorter, and curving up, meets my face.
I open my mouth obligingly, but Callum’s quite happy to run it along my cheeks, my nose, my forehead. His hard dick slaps my face and he grunts with satisfaction. “You should see yourself right now, gorgeous.”
His balls settle on my lips, cutting off any reply I might have thought about. I do the first thing that comes to mind; I close my mouth around them, sucking them in.
Callum hisses, hips swaying, as the man between my legs starts to go so fast I think he could split me in two. His balls hit my ass at each of his moves, which indicates that, unbelievable as it might seem, he’s managed to sheathe the entire thing in me.
I can’t see it over Callum’s cock, but Sebastian wraps my right hand around his shaft; I close my fingers on it, at a loss what to do with it. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to want much input; he just moves back and forth, using my hand to wank himself.
Callum brings the tip of his cock to my mouth, now.
I bite it.
It’s meant to be playful, an argument when I can’t use my voice to snap at him. He should have told me he planned…this. I would still be here, but I would have been more prepared.
His ridiculously handsome face splits into a grin. “Good girl,” he tells me, which is ridiculous because no good girl in the world has ever handled three cocks at once. “Open wide.”
I let my jaw go as slack as I can, parting my lips, to let the wide shaft in.
“Fuck. I’m going to come,” the man whose hips are slapping my ass every other second grunts, growing impossibly larger, moving faster.
“Do it. Flood her,” Callum encourages, his cock in my mouth, cutting off any protest I might have made. “Breed her. She’s not on anything. You could have your heirs right now. You don’t need an heiress for it. You’re going to launch a fucking legacy.”
So that’s why he didn’t want me on any contraception; to make his friend realize he could have children that easily, with anyone; to feel like he could.
I’m fully aware that somewhere in his mind right now, Hawk is fucking my half-sister, not me. Thinking about impregnating her, not me.
“Do you really want your entire life to be about the next tea party and what the neighbors could think? This could be it. We have plenty of money. You’re an heir twice over. Takewhat you want. ”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Heat floods me, as Hawk pushes in one last time with grunts and more fucks . Then he grows still.
The same can’t be said for Callum, who moves faster in my mouth, the tip of his cock hitting my palate. I retch each time.
“Tilt your head back, lovely, and breathe in when I push in. Don’t fight it.”
Easy for him to say; he’s not the one getting a bloody aubergine crammed in his mouth.
I’m concentrating so much on trying to stay alive, obeying his instruction, which only results in his cock being shoved deeper down my throat, that I don’t feel Hawk move away, or Sebastian taking his place, at least until the other guy’s ramming his cock between my sensitive legs.
It’s different. Larger. Bolder. He repositions my legs, spreading them wide, his fingers pushing my pussy open, as he barrels into me. I suck in air—at least, I try, but only end up sucking in more cock, until Callum’s seated inside me to the base.
Neither of these men is gentle as they split roast me, causing pants and moans and muffled curses that can’t escape past Callum’s cock. I let them fuck me because I have no other choice. If I tried my best to move, to fight, to push them off, I couldn’t, so what’s the point? Besides, they bought this. They bought me. And there’s no denying that part of me is enjoying it. Why else would I move my hips to meet each abrupt thrust? Fuck. I love this. I love it all. The helplessness. The sheer depravity, the fact that I’m nothing but a mindless cock socket for the time being. That I couldn’t be any more if I tried.
I come all over Sebastian’s cock, walls squeezing him, and my release tears his from his groin.
He’s only just painted my cunt with his cum when Callum withdraws from my throat. I cough, struggling for air.
He doesn’t wait for my wheezing to stop before lifting my legs up in the air, over my head, and shoving his cock where both of his friends just were. Wet, repulsive noises accompany each of his moves as he sinks into the dripping hole, his taut cock reaching deeper than I would have thought possible, hitting a completely different angle than either of those who tore inside me.
Two cocks are presented to my hands, hard again, and I reach for them with…eagerness? No, that can’t be it.
Obedience.
Callum fucks like he does everything else: with utter control. The moment my body starts to tighten, bracing for a release, he slows. He teases.
I’m moaning and whimpering and panting, desperate.
It’s only when I say, “ Please ,” that he takes pity on me, resuming a maddening, steady rhythm that slowly increases, deepens, and then races to the oncoming precipice.
I scream. I beg some more. I jerk both of his friends. This time, I think I pass out, coming so hard all notion of space around me disappears.
My pussy’s dripping with the cum of three different men, and I’m on a cloud.
Being a doll doesn’t seem like such a bad thing.
“Come on, darling,” Callum’s voice purrs as he scoops me up.
I’m glad he doesn’t expect me to be able to move. I couldn’t if I tried.
“Let’s get you to a bed.”
If I thought he meant to sleep, I was sorely mistaken.