Chapter 13
Amelia
“Why are you even in here?”
I am aware that my barely covered body is exposed for his viewing pleasure, and yet, my shock holds me captive, stopping me from moving even if I wish to run away.
I stare at him, my mouth open wide in mortification and my face scrunched in confusion as he advances toward me.
The teasing smile on his face and his words do nothing to clear up my confusion.
The past few days have been nothing but torture for me. All I have are men who either try not to say too much to me or are ever so gentle for fear of offending me, and a phone I can’t use for fear of it getting traced.
I remember how quick Josiah had been to snatch it from my hand when I tried to turn it on to play a game a few days ago, and the disapproving look that followed immediately after.
My face burns in shame. I should have known better. I’m the damn police.
I’d just been so bored out of my mind, especially since the guys only cared about making sure I didn’t leave and not really about my need for entertainment.
I doubt they’ve even given it any thought.
The only one who’s ever tried to be entertaining is Rueben. He’s answered the questions I asked and been quick to tell me what I needed to know, although even that had its limits.
I can’t be unfair to them though. They’ve made sure I’m fed whenever I’m hungry, and they bought me the clothes I wanted when I grew tired of wearing theirs.
However, that was all there was to it for them. Every day, I watch them go out and do as they please, while I remain cooped up here and unable to leave even if I want to.
Coupled with the fact that my lust for my protectors grows by the day, my growing restlessness and boredom have made it harder for me to ignore my desires.
It’s been a while since I saw Tanner, and even when I do, he’s usually out of the house in a hurry to attend to some business or another. Our mutual distaste for each other doesn’t help matters, and I suffer through the silence when it’s his turn to watch me.
Ugh… Even thinking it makes me feel like a child with three grown babysitters.
Of course, his idea of watching me, when he’s not sitting in silence, often involves antagonizing me until we’re at loggerheads, a situation which continues until someone else intervenes and puts an end to the situation since neither of us ever wishes to back down.
Despite that, there were times when a soft brush of his hands against my skin or the odd moments when he laughs or smiles at me makes me burn for him.
Gosh… What is this feeling? Am I a masochist now?
There are so many things I’ve begun to discover about myself in the short time that I’ve been cooped up with the boys, and if one of them turns out to be that I get turned on by sadism, I will not be shocked.
I’d seen the cucumbers for the first time a few days ago, but had ignored them because I knew they belonged to Tanner. However, with today being one of the rare occasions when they were all busy and could not watch me, I had decided to eat it as my stomach growled in hunger.
My pussy had throbbed as my hands moved up and down the length of the cucumber and my mouth wrapped around it. A moan had escaped my lips as I imagined those hands wrapped around a cock as I sucked on it instead.
I’d quickly returned to my room with the cucumber in hand, and had only just begun rocking against it as I prepared to slowly ease it into my waiting pussy and ride it until it satisfied my ache and throbbing as I imagined the guys taking me, one after the other.
“Well then, maybe you should have asked for help. We would have obliged you.”
Tanner’s words ring in my head as I stare at him, waiting patiently for me to say the words he needed to hear before he took me.
I am trembling in both embarrassment and lust. How could he look so inviting, standing there and mocking me with his eyes? His gray orbs hold my green ones, crinkled at the corners from his amusement as he smirks, but also clouded over with arousal.
I can tell he wants me… Wants to toy with me… I have never known myself to enjoy degradation, but I feel like a dirty little whore who deserves punishment in this moment.
“So. What’s it gonna be, princess?” Tanner prompts, his husky voice wetting my already slippery folds with fresh juices.
I struggle with myself, but I know it is a losing battle.
“Make me cum,” I say, letting go of my shame. “Please.”
“Your wish is my command.”
He slowly moves the sheet that barely conceals any part of me and pulls me to the edge of the bed. He kneels in front of me and looks up with a grin, spreading me apart with his warm fingers.
My God, it's happening!
“So pretty.”
A strangled gasp escapes my lips from his words and hands as I throw my head back in desperate need. My breath becomes harder to catch by the second, and I find myself biting erotically on my lower lip.
He slides a finger inside me, gradually pushing deeper, easing it in until there’s no more to take. He looks up at me with a teasing glance.
“Maybe I should use two fingers, since you were ready to impale yourself on my cucumber only seconds ago.” He licks his lips. “Besides, you're so slippery already.”
“Oh, fuck you, Tanner.” I glare at him, struggling to keep my cool and hide my shuddering voice, but my words cut off in a moan as he slides in a second finger and curls it, slowly pushing it in and out of me. My eyes slowly roll back in ecstasy as pleasure bursts from my core, weakening my spine and making my legs weak.
His pace increases as his countenance sets in concentration.
My hands tighten around the sheets, my teeth set as I refuse to moan his name. The longer his fingers remain inside me, gliding in my wetness, the more difficult it is to stay composed. My defenses are breaking. I can feel the pleasure he brings like poison, slowly moving through my system. I shut my eyes in a bid to hold in the loud moan that is threatening to burst out of me.
“You can let go now,” he says, without taking his eyes off my face. The words came out as though he actually read my mind. It is palpable that he enjoys the expression I wear while struggling not to scream out.
That shit is fucking hot and he obviously likes it. “I know you want to moan until you scream the roof down. No one will know how much of a dirty girl you are.” A grin plays at the corners of his lips.
I roll my eyes, ignoring the teasing glint in his eyes. “Fuck you, Tanner.” I squeeze the sheets tightly.
He smiles wider instead. “I’m sure you wish to do so. Too bad the little princess won’t be getting what she wants today.”
I bite my lower lip. His words shouldn’t bring so much pleasure. But they do.
Despite the crisis welling in me, my clit throbs and pressure builds inside me. I instantly fling a hand to my lips and push back the impending outburst. My legs begin to subtly tremble as his middle finger reaches deep inside me. I can swear that he's doing the beckoning gesture, with his fingertip caressing my G-spot.
“You dirty little slut!” He slaps my left thigh, forcing me to wince pleasurably. His demeaning words sound so hot and sexy right now, and I'm tempted to agree to being what he's calling me.
I'm going crazy from the way his middle finger beckons my G-spot to cum while simultaneously using his thumb to gently rub my throbbing clit. I'll eventually lose this battle, that's for sure, because I can't hold it any longer. A part of me loves the feeling of keeping it all in; it's euphoric, sensual. Maybe I'm saving it so when I do let go, it'll be worth it.
“You like that?” he asks, and I didn't realize until now that I had immediately nodded as quickly as the words came out of his mouth. Speaking of, I wish that mouth would be put to better use than talking. I'm yearning for him, and he knows it.
“Would you like me to stop?” he teases with a smile. Clearly, he enjoys torturing me.
I shake my head as he increases the speed of the movements of his fingers.
Don't you fucking stop! I yell in my mind, meaning every word. I can feel that I'm about to cum, the tingling inside me is on the verge of an explosion. Yes, any minute now, if he'll just keep going.
My legs are shaking, my mouth is covered by one hand while the other is tugging against the sheets. Then he says something that shocks me and at the same time sends me diving into the sea of ecstasy.
“You wish all three of us were here, don't you?”
“Huh?” His question catches me off guard, but I am not going to be distracted, not now.
“You wish you could get fucked by all of us right now.” He isn't asking this time; he's blurting out what he thinks to be true.
I stare at him and say nothing. Once again, he reads my mind. How does he keep doing that?
He gets up and leans down on me. For a few seconds, he sucks my breasts, deliciously biting my hard nipples while still fingering me. My body begins to writhe beneath him.
“I know it's your deepest darkest desire to have us fuck you…me ramming your ass like a beast, Josiah deepthroating you until choke on his cock, and Rueben dominating your body while banging you real good…”
As he speaks, my mind begins to picture the scenario, and I start to get even wetter than before, more slippery. He wasn't wrong. Fucking them all is my fantasy. Just imagining it is overwhelming. Now I've lost control.
His fingers inside me, the chill of his tongue on my nipples, together with the thoughts of him and Rueben and Josiah all fucking my brains out at the same time charge my G-spot, bringing me to the verge of sexual explosion.
“Oh… I’m going to cum,” I finally cry as my hands tighten even harder around the sheets.
He laughs at me and says, “There you are. Yes… Let it out…let it all out,” he eggs, chuckling as my cunt tightens around his fingers and my hips roll of their own accord as I ride out my orgasm, moaning loudly, regardless of who would hear me.
I'm embarrassed at the fact that I came just when he planted the picture of all three of them drilling me mercilessly. But then again, that is exactly what I want.
My back arches, and he waits with his fingers still inside me until I’m released from the effects of the blinding orgasm.
He looks at me as I lay there, panting with shaky legs. My body is still recovering from the height he'd taken me to. The sheets beneath me are now soaked with my juice.
“Now, how about another round?” He smirks and I just can't resist. After what he'd done to me, there’s no way I could say no!
I swallow and give him an approving grin, however subtle. He might be good with his fingers, but he's still a sarcastic bastard.
His fingers flick inside me before I can respond. Tanner makes me hot again until I am gasping for breath. I sit up on the bed at his command, legs spread open, and lean on my hands behind me. He does something to me that makes my ass water. Before now, I didn't even know that was possible. But as he does it to me, I realize what I had been missing. Shortly after, I cum yet again.
“Three orgasms. That’s not a bad start for staving off your boredom, now is it?” he asks much later, when my pussy is swollen from some much-needed relief.
“Fuck you, Tanner,” I repeat.
I should be disappointed with my inability to come up with more tasteful cusses, but my mind and body are too relaxed to care. A sigh escapes me, and I lay flat on my back, trying to catch my breath.
He laughs as he walks out of my room. “Rest well, princess.”