Chapter 12 #3
Unlike Wesley, Sylas doesn’t fuck my mouth like a madman. He takes his time, pulling all the way out before thrusting back in, holding my head as he bottoms out and stays there, forcing me to swallow around his length. He moans, “Fuck yes. You're doing so good, little lamb. Just like that.”
Again and again, Sylas tortures me in all the best ways.
The pain between my legs ebbs away, the punishing thrusts of Jasper becoming more pleasurable by the second.
The feeling of his thick cock filling me with every thrust has the fire inside me burning to life again.
I lay there, being used by two of my men while the third’s cum cools against my skin.
I almost forget about the room full of other men as the need inside me grows.
“Fuck,” Sylas groans. “So fucking good.”
It’s hard to breathe, and my nostrils flare as I struggle to take in breaths. My head is fuzzy, the lack of oxygen getting to me.
“Don’t fucking kill her,” Jasper growls, his thrusts growing more and more rough.
“I… fuck… I don’t,” Sylas groans. “Almost there. Fuck. Yes. Ugh.” He pulls out of my mouth, and I gasp for air as Sylas is the next to find his release.
Unlike Wesley, he doesn’t let me go, gripping my chin and forcing my mouth open as he cums all over my face and mouth.
“Mhmm.” He gives me a satisfied hum, his chest heaving from his climax.
“You look pretty all white.” He reaches down and swipes his fingers where Jasper is inside me.
“But you look even better with a little red.” Letting my jaw go, he cradles the back of my head.
Bringing two fingers up, I see it covered in blood.
My blood. Then he brushes them over my lips, humming with approval before shoving them into my mouth.
I gag around his fingers, forced to taste the copper of my blood.
“Such a good little sacrifice,” he purrs. “It’s been a pleasure using you, little lamb.”
He takes a step back, letting my head go, forcing me to fall back onto the stone.
With the two of them done, I bring my focus to the man between my legs.
My chest heaves as the need inside coils tighter and tighter, my pussy gripping Jasper like a vise. I want him to cum inside me, to mark me as his own.
He lets out a frustrated grunt, like he’s debating if he wants to pull out or fill me with his release.
Disappointment hits me when he pulls out of me, his hand wrapping around his bloody cock.
His movements are stiff and jerky as he strains to get himself off.
Then he rewards me with a sexy, cursed moan as he falls over the edge.
Like the other two, he covers me in his release, painting me with his cum.
They all stand there, chests heaving as they loom over me.
For a moment, I think that's it. That we’re done and this is all over.
I don’t even realize I didn’t get that second orgasm until Sylas’ fingers slip between my legs, thrusting into my aching pussy.
Moaning in pleasure, my eyes fall shut as I revel in the feeling of his fingers moving inside me, his thumb working my clit.
My body buzzes, demanding release as my core clenches around Sylas’ fingers.
It doesn’t take long before I feel the heat in my belly amping back up. I’m about to cum, to get that sweet release I crave. Just as I do, as I fall over the edge and into nirvana, something slices into my upper thigh, making me scream.
Eyes snapping open, I look down to see a large gash in my skin, and someone presses a chalice right underneath the cut, making it burn with pain as they collect the blood into the cup.
My cries turn to whimpers as pain sears me.
“Thank you for your sacrifice,” the room chants.
Then I watch in utter fascination as the chalice gets passed between my guys. Each of them lifts their masks just enough to have a taste of my blood.
Something about it has my core clenching, and despite already cumming twice, need flickers back to life low within my gut.
They take the rest of the blood and pour it into a fire just above my head.
The other men all start to filter out of the room, leaving me alone with my guys.
They say nothing, just stare down at me for a moment before they too walk away, leaving me in the room alone.
Confusion fills me as I struggle to sit up, aching and covered in sweat. Is that it? Is this over? Do I just get up and walk out?
As I’m in the middle of my inner questioning, the guys walk back in, fresh coats covering their once naked bodies.
“Stand,” Jasper commands, and my body quickly moves to follow his orders, my legs trembling as I struggle to hold myself up. I can feel the cut on my thigh still bleeding, blood trickling down my leg.
Someone steps forward, holding out a black robe. “Put this on.” It’s Sylas. I let him help me cover up, wrapping my arms around my body as the chill of the night starts to seep into my bones.
Jasper pulls out a piece of paper. “You need to sign this.”
I’m sorry. Sign… oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. How could I forget about the contract!
With shaking hands, I take the paper from his and read it.
With each word, panic fills me.
What do I do? I can’t sign this, not if trying to hide my damn identity.
If I sign this, I’ll be giving myself away. I can’t.
Not yet. Not before I’ve even gotten a chance to prove to these guys I’m worthy of them.
No. I can’t sign this. I won’t.
They must see the hesitation on my face. “If you refuse to sign this, you will pay with your life. Sign, or die, little lamb. It’s your choice. I couldn’t care less either way,” Jasper says.
His words hurt, but I try not to let it get to me. He isn't aware of who he’s speaking to. He doesn’t know it’s me.
And I don’t want them to.
“Sign it, little lamb,” Sylas demands. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”
He holds out a pen. I stare at it for a moment before reaching to take it with my shaking hand.
I need to get out of here. I need to get away from them before all of this blows up in my face.
How did I go from this mind-blowing experience with them to having everything crash and burn around me?
I lower the pen to the paper, right over where I’m required to sign, trying to buy myself some time to decide how the hell I’m going to get out of this. Thankfully, just when I need it to finally set in, my fight or flight instinct kicks in.
Without much thought, without any hesitation, I take a step back from them, turn, and then run. I make it two steps before someone reaches for me, grabbing onto my arm.
Pulling with all my strength, I'm able to yank my arm free from their hold thanks to the silk robe, but I lose it in the process as it slips from my body. I head for the entrance we came through, praying that my exit won’t be blocked.
It’s dark down here, and I have no idea where I’m going, but I keep running. The sound of their feet pounding against the dirt behind me and their shouts as they demand I stop has true fear consuming me.
Blood pulses in my ear, my breathing ragged as I force my sore body to keep going.
What did I just do? Fuck. I need to get out of here before they catch me, there's a good chance they will kill me.
I have a feeling deep inside me that even finding out who I am might not be enough to save me now. They might have been willing to protect me in school, but this is so much bigger than some teenage bullying.
This isn’t some fantasy I’ve made up in my head, I have no control over what happens here. This is the real world. A twisted fucked up reality with dire consequences that I’ve wormed my way into the middle of.