Chapter 3
Chapter Three
CYPRIEN
Iperformed my chores in a haze the next morning, avoiding Stefan and Sebastian as best I could. I couldn’t bring myself to face them after what happened in the barn loft, but ignoring them was a difficult task since I served all their meals.
After lunch, and some lingering looks at their hands, I escaped to the creek that ran along the back of the property.
I shucked my clothes and slipped into the cool water, feeling like every sin was washed away as I slid below the surface.
It was so soothing that I was finally able to relax.
I slid against the bank and closed my eyes, letting soft waves caused by my disturbance roll over my body.
It was so blissful that I didn’t hear the footsteps approaching until a shadow disrupted my basking in the sun.
“Enjoying yourself, Soothead?”
I moved deeper into the creek and gazed up at Sebastian. With a sinister grin on his face, he began to remove his clothes.
“Wh-what are you doing all the way out here?” I sputtered. “We’re acres from the house.”
Sebastian’s amusement didn’t waver. He only slid down his pants, eyes locked on mine. “I saw you head this way and thought I would see what you were doing. Does Father know you bathe outside, fully naked, on his property?” The words dripped from his mouth like poison.
“Um… I don’t know. It hasn’t come up.”
“So, no one knows you’re out here?” Sebastian asked with a hint of something I didn’t recognize in his voice, but the look in his dark eyes spoke volumes.
“Just you.” I forced a laugh, but Sebastian’s chilling gaze sank my heart into my stomach.
He slipped into the water next to me, hands immediately roaming my slick body.
I tried to protest but his lips crashed into mine and my body betrayed me.
I whimpered, and he swallowed the sound as his hand snaked around to tease between my ass cheeks.
My traitorous cock hardened between us. Sebastian chuckled darkly, peering down at my lap. “You’re eager for it today.”
His fingers began doing things that made me see stars and I writhed against him “What are you doing to me, Sebastian?”
“Preparing your hole, Soothead. I’m about to make you scream my name,” he hissed into my ear.
I shuddered at the thought, letting him pull me closer to the water’s edge.
Sebastian tossed me around like a ragdoll, manipulating my limbs to his liking–and I let him.
My chest was pressed down to the embankment, my hips jacked into the air with my legs spread wide.
Water splashed behind me with Sebastian’s movements, then something soft and wet lapped at my entrance. I shivered. “What the fuck is that?”
The only answer was hot breath against my hole.
Fuck… it was his tongue. Sebastian’s hands spread me apart, and he licked through the ring of muscle, exploring with impressive precision.
Any thoughts of this being wrong were flung out the window.
My dick twitched and my body shook. River, he was driving me crazy.
I could only lay there and take it until he decided that it was time to replace his tongue with his cock.
He tugged me back into the water, hands on my hips.
Once again, he positioned me as he saw fit, with my hands against a rock ledge in the shallows, back arched to present my ass like a gift just above the creek’s surface.
Sebastian first explored me with his fingers, stroking a spot inside that I didn’t know existed, then slowly slid his girthy dick inside me.
I gasped at the invasion as my arms and legs began to quiver.
He settled into a steady rhythm, holding me still by a firm hold on my hips.
It was torture. I could feel something building at the base of my spine, but I couldn’t move either of my hands or I’d be facedown in the water.
I wasn’t proud of the solution, but I began to beg.
“Please, Sebastian.” The words fell off my lips with surprising ease. Fuck me harder.”
“You’re such a dirty little slut.” Sebastian moaned. “You want me to fuck you harder?”
“Please, please, please.” I whispered the word over and over like a prayer.
I was desperate for him to fuck me ruthlessly like he had in the barn.
He could call me a slut if he wanted to, at that moment I was one.
I’d never felt this wanton before and I couldn’t believe that it was Sebastian, one of my biggest tormenters, who brought it out in me.
There I was, face down ass up, desperately begging him to fuck me harder, and the humiliation only hurtled me close to my climax.
I wish I cared more for myself, that I had had some sense of pride.
He didn’t deserve my desire-ridden whispers, my pleas for release, the lust that filled me, body and mind.
But it was his name on my lips as he slowly slid in and out of me. It was almost more than I could bear.
“Who are you begging, Cyprien?” he growled. “I want you to tell me who’s fucking you, who you want so desperately. Say my name!”
“Sebastian, please!” I cried. “I need it.” The words crawled up from deep in my chest. I tried to bite them back… to choke to death on them rather than let him know how much I was enjoying this. But it was like I was a man possessed.
“That’s right, you’re a slut for me aren’t you?” He purred, “My little fuck toy to use however I see fit.”
Trying not to give him what he wanted, I bit my lip until the metallic tang of blood washed over my tongue. Then he slapped my ass, hard, and adjusted his hips, hitting that spot with every thrust that made my vision white out. “Answer me, Soothead,” he snarled. “Tell me you’re my little slut.”
“Fuck, Sebastian, I’ll be your slut, I’ll be your toy… just Please, stop this torment and fuck me like you hate me. Fuck me like you’re trying to destroy me.” Tears poured down my cheeks, though whether from pleasure or pain I couldn’t tell.
He tightened his grip on my hips and chuckled. “I do hate you, Cyprien. With every fiber of my being. I would love nothing more than to destroy you. You ruined my life and I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. And you’re not going to tell anyone, not even Stefan.”
The next thrust came hard and I scrabbled at the rock for purchase, shocked by the force of it.
Sebastian just held on tight and pulled back quickly, only to thrust again even harder.
He increased his pace, pounding me mercilessly while I begged him to stop–then to keep going.I came forcefully–and by surprise–in a soul-shattering explosion, my body twitching and convulsing as my cock pulsed out my release.
He shouted his climax as my asshole squeezed around his shaft, milking it right out of him.
He pulled out and let go of me so abruptly that I fell into the water, sputtering and flailing.
By the time I had righted myself, he was gone, along with his clothes.
The shock of the cold water against my flushed skin brought me back to myself and I stood there shivering and sobbing.
I had never felt so low, so used and discarded.
He had broken me. Even worse, it was exactly what he wanted.
ALARIC
After lunch, my sister and I managed to slip past the guards and ride into the countryside undetected.
We needed time far away from our responsibilities–and our Father.
Someone at the castle would eventually realize that we had escaped the confines of its walls but until then, we at least had the illusion of freedom.
“Do you even know where you’re going?” Lydia huffed as we tromped through the woods that lay at the foot of the castle.
“Of course not, but that’s the fun of it.” I chuckled. “It’s not as though we can really get lost. The guards will find us eventually.”
Lydia glared at me in response. I don’t suppose that I could blame her for her apprehension. After all, even I didn’t know where we were.
“What? It’s true!” I said. She didn’t seem convinced.
“Thanks. That makes me feel so much better about being out here alone in the woods. We’re going to be kidnapped by bandits and sold to pirates! They couldn’t even ransom us back to our father, he’d never pay. Not now that he has our cousin to replace us.”
I cringed. She probably wasn’t wrong. Father had always had a policy of not negotiating with anyone trying to extort him, even if his family’s life was at stake.
We had always known him to be a merciless, uncaring man.
His demands shouldn’t have surprised us.
I suppose we had hoped that he held some amount of love for us.
“We won’t be kidnapped and there are no bandits this close to the castle,” I deadpanned. “There are too many patrols.”
“There are bandits everywhere, Alaric, even within the city walls. Don’t be so naive.”
“Naive? Me? You can’t be serious, dear sister. You are the one who has never even left the city walls. You rely on gossip for your knowledge of the world and it shows. Travis and I would roam these woods for hours as teenagers. I know what’s out here and I say there are no bandits.”
Lydia laughed, sharp and surprised. Then she stopped picking her way through the underbrush and looked at me speculatively, like she was trying to decide if I even believed my own words.
She must have been disappointed in whatever she saw, because she shook her head and continued walking, not even dignifying my statements with a response. What did she know that I didn’t?
We wandered through the woods for hours before we finally broke free of the treeline and onto a farm. There was a small orchard an acre or two ahead of us, and we were starving. I smiled, grabbing Lydia’s hand and running toward the orchard, pulling her after me.
“Slow down, I’m going to trip on my own feet!” My sister tugged against my hand and laughed.