Chapter 17
“You look so pretty like this,” I praise. My sweet Cherry is naked and on her knees, patiently waiting for the three of us in Omen’s bedroom.
Omen and Scarrow remove their clothes and go to her. Sandwiched between them, she purrs like a kitten as they kiss and stroke her. My cock swells in an instant, reaching full fucking mast before my pants are even off.
Her eyelids flutter as she gazes over at me. She reaches her hand out. “Come here, Hawk. I want you too.”
I take off my shirt first, then my shoes and pants before taking a seat in Omen’s brown leather recliner. “I want to watch for a little while first.”
Scarrow moans in her ear as he fingers her wet pussy. “You like it when your brother watches. You like putting on a show for him, don’t you?” The ache in his voice is so thick, I wonder how long he’ll last before he cums.
She whimpers between them as Omen pinches her nipples and sucks on her neck. “Yeah,” she whines. “Fuck, that feels good. Uhhh.”
My breath quivers as I slide my boxers down and palm my cock.
She looks so fucking hot swaying back and forth as they take turns sliding their thick fingers in and out of her swollen cunt.
Her chest and nipples are bright red, glistening with sweat.
I squeeze my balls and feel the blood rush forward. Fuck.
“Hawk, please,” she begs. “I need you.”
Mmm. I’m going to fucking burst the second I slide inside her. Which is what she fucking wants. That’s the only time she has complete control of me. Usually it’s the other way around. “You’re my fucking toy, Cherry. My favorite fucking toy to play with. Mine to share.”
Omen pushes her back against the bed, laying her down flat. “Arms up.” As soon as she lifts them over her head, he slides her wrists into the restraints that hang from the bedposts. “You might be his toy, but you’re my fucking slut.”
“Oh, fuck,” she unfurls on a moan.
Scarrow leaves a trail of kisses down her belly. “I believe you owe me a snack, sweetheart. It’s only fair since I let you drink from my cock.”
She spreads her leg wide, the flush deepening across her skin. “Fair’s fair,” she murmurs.
I stroke faster, harder, squeezing my shaft until I can barely take the tension. “Yeah, show us how much you like the taste of her sweet pussy, Scar. Treat yourself like it’s your fucking birthday.”
He grunts, his face flushing as he peels her pussy lips back and wiggles his tongue inside her cunt. He puckers his lips around her clit and sucks. She arches her back, flinging her hips up, and lets out a deafening moan.
“Scar,” she cries out, her body convulsing.
I pinch the tip of my cock, coaxing the precum out. “That’s my boy. You better eat.”
Omen huffs as he shuffles higher up on the bed. “She’s gonna fucking eat too.” He slaps his cock against her lips. “Stick your tongue out.”
“Oh, fuck.” She moans again as he slides his thick cock across her tongue.
“Don’t close your lips around it yet. Just keep holding your tongue out for me like that. Yeah. Good girl,” he coos.
There’s something feral and fucking nasty about the way he rubs his dick on her, edging it down her throat, and then pulling back without letting her suck or even wrap her lips around him. It’s fucking hot as hell and a move I’ll file away for myself to try later.
Scarrow moans into her pussy as he slops up her juices. “Mmm, she’s cumming,” he murmurs as he dives back in.
Omen grips the headboard with his free hand while sliding his cock up and down her tongue with the other. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum just like this.”
I’m so fucking close.
I spring up from the chair and climb onto the bed. I trace the muscles in Scarrow’s back with delicate strokes, letting him know I’m here. He comes up for air, his mouth shiny and wet. “She’s ready for you, brother.”
I nod and kneel between her thighs. “My sweet baby girl. You’re finally where you’re supposed to be.”
Her gaze flits to mine. Even as she sucks Omen’s cock, her eyes always find mine. Scarrow plays with her nipples as I slide inside her and watch those pretty pupils dilate for me. Like a conditioned response, she unravels and stretches around my cock.
Thrust.
Years and years of molding her into this ferocious, God fearing woman who aches to please me. And all I’ve ever wanted was to take care of her and keep her safe from the monsters of this world.
She arches for me, her moans muffled while Omen still fucks her mouth. But our gazes are locked, feral and dark. Every ounce of pain and heartbreak channels between us in this one fucking moment.
Thrust.
God she feels like redemption. So fucking good.
Better than anyone else. I’ve only ever been with sex workers before.
I never wanted to fuck anyone else but Cherry.
Yet for so long, I just couldn’t. I refused.
But I’m still a man. So I paid for it. It took away the intimacy and made it purely transactional.
“I love you so fucking much, my baby. My sweet Cherry girl.”
Thrust.
“Fuck. Oh. Shit.” Omen slams his hand against the headboard and lets out a deep moan.
I watch as she lurches, her neck bobbing as his cum shoots down her throat. Her eyelids flutter as she struggles to breathe through her nose while she swallows every drop.
I lift her legs up and grind in deeper. “That’s my little thirsty slut,” I rasp.
Scarrow grabs her chin as soon as Omen pulls out. “My turn, sweetheart. Let me help you wet your whistle again.”
“Oh, fuck. Hawk… You feel so good.”
“I’m right here, baby. Take a deep breath and relax. Let Scarrow feed you.” I pull out and rub the tip of my cock up and down her slit, edging myself. I drop it down a little farther, pressing it lightly against her puckered anus. I want to slide inside that hole so fucking bad.
She clenches at the contact. “Hawk, what are you doing? You know that’s my one rule.”
I chuckle. “Shhh. Rules are meant to be broken eventually. Relax, Cherry. I’m only teasing you tonight. But you will let me inside that tight little hole soon.”
She lets out a whimper and unclenches, knowing she’s off the hook for now. I love how fucking responsive she is to me. And I know that once she loosens up, she’ll enjoy it just as much as she does in her cunt.
“Open wide for me, sweetheart,” Scarrow orders while Omen goes back to sucking on her nipples, savoring his post-cum glow.
Scarrow’s a bit more impatient than Omen. He doesn’t waste any time shoving the entire length of himself in her mouth. She wraps her lips around his veiny shaft and moans.
I’m done playing around and need to cum as much as I am tempted to edge myself all night. It was another game we liked to play. There was something so fucking arousing about denying myself release. The pain of it was orgasmic in itself.
But we have company tonight, and I don’t want to be rude.
I slide back inside her pussy just as Scarrow cums hard in her mouth. Our eyes lock again as she swallows his thick white cream.
“You’re gonna cum a third time for me now, Cherry. On my command. Okay, baby?”
She lazily lifts her head, her eyelids hooded, and nods. “Yes, daddy.”
Mmm. Well, that fucking does it. I slam into her and yank her hips up off the mattress. “Fuck.”
She screams and grinds back against me, rubbing her clit against my abdomen. “Oh, fuck. I love you too, Hawk. I’ve always loved you.”
“Now. Cum for me, baby…” I can’t hold back anymore. It bursts like a white-hot flame inside me, shooting out in thick ropes. I pinch my eyes closed so tight, I see stars behind my lids.
But the sensation of her cum coating my dick after telling me she loves me is better than any other type of sustenance a man could need. Better than food and water and air.
I used to think I needed to redeem her. That I had to make sure her soul was saved. But now, all I want is for our souls to be together. So if she’s damned to hell, then we both are. I’ll make sure of it.
Nothing and no one will ever take this woman away from me.
I release every last drop inside her.
Since she’s already in Omen’s bed, I leave her there to sleep. Before I shut the door behind Scarrow and I, we watch as he tucks her into his chiseled frame and rolls them both over into a cocoon of blankets.
“I need a shower.”
“Same.”
We step into the massive stone shower that takes up half my bathroom, each under our own showerhead. As the hot water runs down my back, I watch Scarrow soap up his body.
He eyes me as well. “Tell me more about the humiliation rituals.”
I lift my cock and massage soap into my balls as I lean against the cool tiles. “What do you want to know?”
He leans back as well, mirroring my movements. “Why do you do them?”
I see his cock swell. Interesting. “It’s a shame kink. Cherry misbehaves, sometimes on purpose, and I punish her for it in a degrading way. We both get off on it.”
His throat bobs. “I think I might like that.”
I nod. “You like being shamed or you want to be the one doing the shaming?”
He bites his lip and cups his balls. “I don’t know. Maybe both.”
I lather more of the musky soap onto my chest and abdomen. “We’ll play around and find out then. This is a safe space for that, Scar. You know that. We’ll figure out all of your kinks and desires now that Cherry has come home.”
He smiles and lets out a sigh of relief. “You missed a spot,” he teases as he gazes at my cock.
Another kink. Okay, I’ll indulge him a little.
My smirk deepens as I stroke my cock. “You okay with me making myself cum?”
“Yeah, do what you gotta do,” he rasps.
I chuckle. His gaze remains trained on my cock as I stroke it harder and faster, coaxing my orgasm out quickly. I slam back into the tiles as the spasms roll through me. I grunt as I paint the shower floor with it. It pools at my feet just before the water rinses it away.
Scarrow turns, giving me his back. I see him jerk a few times under the heavy stream of his showerhead. He braces the wall, his back heaving. Once he stills, I stalk over and stand behind him.
I gently place my hand on his lower back. “Next time, you’re going to let me watch,” I whisper.