10
The last three days have been hell. I thought things were bad before, but Asher has been keeping me handcuffed to my own bed at night and hasn’t said a word to me since I suggested switching places. The anger coming off of him is tangible and each hour that passes like this puts me closer to an early grave. This is how people act before they snap.
I know from experience that when Asher snaps, he breaks things around him. Like me.
Manson hasn’t been much better. He’s communicating enough to tell me what they want me to do, but that’s about it. They’re not even bullying me anymore.
I never thought I’d miss that.
To be clear, I don’t miss their former brand of cruelty — but being given the silent treatment in a prison is a whole new form of psychological torture.
I need it to end.
So despite the pride in my chest and the hatred bubbling just under the surface, I brace myself for Asher to come uncuff me.
He doesn’t look rested when he enters. There’s a messy tousle to his hair I know only a shower could fix, and bags under his eyes.
As usual, he doesn’t say a word as he clicks the lock to release me.
“Ash?” I keep my voice soft, steady. “Can we talk?”
Freezing, he finally meets my gaze. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Anything,” I admit, rubbing my wrists. “I’m sorry I made you so angry.”
My apology has him shifting uncomfortably as he stands straighter again. “It is what it is.”
“No, it’s what we’ve made it. We can do things differently. Right now, what are you getting out of this?”
Asher shrugs, a frown creasing his brow. “Differently how? You were real fucking loud about how we take advantage of you while you’re asleep, so I made sure you’d stay in your bed.” He waves a hand at the handcuffs. “Would you now prefer I didn’t?”
I haven’t been sleeping well at all since I can’t roll over or get comfortable, but that’s not what this is about. He’s right, it’s better for me if they leave me alone at night. “I don’t know,” I sigh quietly. “All I know is that this — you two acting like I’m not even here — is worse. If this is how you want things, why not just let me go?”
“We can’t,” he replies honestly. “We’d be in jail before the sun set. And this isn’t how we want it, Rhea. Things were much nicer when all three of us got off at least.”
I wish I could argue with him, but he’s right. Things sucked, but they sucked less than this. “So what do you want from me?” I ask, exasperated and near desperate for something to change, even if it means going back to the way things were. “Just tell me.”
“I don’t see how that isn’t clear. We want you to be our pet and in return we’ll take care of your needs. But I guess you’re not that type of girl.” He takes a small step back. “Some want independence, and I guess that’s you, or maybe that’s pressure from society, but regardless our wants don’t align. You think I show Manson any form of love because I want to spite you? No. It’s because he’s the only person in this world I’d actually die for. You think that happened overnight?”
Our desires could’ve aligned if he treated me like I mattered for even a second. “You think what you want happens overnight? That women just immediately fall into such a deep sense of trust that they’ll allow someone to control every aspect of their lives, every thought in their head, every action? You expected me to adjust right away with almost no upside on my end. I guess we both had unrealistic expectations.” I realize he’s one second away from leaving me again, so I hold my arms out in front of me with my wrists touching. “Cuff me again.”
“Why?”
He doesn’t move, but at least he’s listening.
“Because I want something from you. You seemed... excited at the prospect of keeping me cuffed during the day, so do it. I won’t fight you, won’t try to get you to take them off, and I won’t hold it over your head. All I want in return is for you and Manson to stop pretending like I’m a ghost haunting this house.”
“That’s not... if I handcuff you now...” Ash scratches at his head, eyes locked on my hands. “You really think you’re up for that after being cuffed all night?”
I really wish he’d finish sentences and say the shit that pops into his head instead of constantly giving me breadcrumbs. My wrists hurt, but physical pain is better than being outright ignored. “I’ll be fine. Are you trying to say you care about my comfort?”
“Fuck it then.” Grabbing the cuffs, he secures them around my wrists a little looser than they were the night before, then waves a hand toward the doorway. “Manson is on the couch. Go say hi.”
Already there’s a little less tension in his shoulders, telling me I did the right thing. He’ll only be happy if he has complete and total control.
Fucking psychopath.
Forcing a smile, I scoot past him and try to walk without the chain between the cuffs smacking awkwardly off my legs. I look like an idiot, but I push it aside as I head to the living room and sit next to Manson. “Hi.”
Confusion is written all over his face, but I can see the way it lights up. “Hi.” He glances over at Asher when he enters the room, but turns back toward me like he won’t miss out on this opportunity. “How are you feeling today?”
Fuck. How long has it been since someone’s asked me that?
It’s not like I can tell the truth without starting another fight, so I offer him another soft smile. “I’m fine. A little tired, if I’m being honest, but maybe it’ll be better tonight if you two let me keep the cuffs on this way instead of cuffing me to the bedpost again.”
“We will,” he rushes out, sending a pointed look Asher’s way like he’s standing his ground. “Have you had any episodes? I heard a lot of clanking last night, but when I checked in there you were asleep.”
Maybe I did then. “It’s hard to tell. Since I never remember them, usually the only indicators I have are exhaustion and... well, cum. If I can’t get what I’m after I usually just fall back into a deeper sleep.”
“That checks out.” Hazel eyes rake my frame. “It was hard not to go in there.”
I really should’ve thought ahead. Breaking the silence means these two will take what they need when I’m awake, and if I have any hope of keeping things the way they are, I have to play along. “Did you miss me, Manson?”
The dumb tattooed giant nods. “A lot,” he admits. “Did you miss me?”
“Well, I wouldn’t be sitting here if I didn’t.” It’s not a lie, though it’s not quite as genuine as either one of us would like it to be. “What do you need?”
Manson hums, his finger sliding along my thigh tentatively. “Sit on my lap.”
Like fuckin’ Santa.
Almost a little curiously, I maneuver over into his lap and tuck the chain under my arms.
Asher disappears into his bedroom just as I feel Manson relax under me, his rough palms resting on my thighs to keep me close. “You guys talk it out?”
“As much as we could, I suppose. You know how he is. He never really says what’s on his mind.”
“Sounds about right,” he sighs. “Don’t know what it’s going to take for him to realize he isn’t that silenced little kid anymore. Reading his mind every day is fucking exhausting.”
At least it isn’t just me. “He’d get a lot further if he’d use his words, but I get it. That’s why I have you, right?” I lean in, kissing the tip of his nose. “You won’t hide things from me.”
It’s weird what something so soft can do to a man. The look in his eyes when his fingers curl into my skin makes my stomach flip, and when he leans in to catch me in a kiss, I nearly regret doing it at all.
The butterflies it sends scattering through my stomach are all traitorous little whores — I did it to manipulate him, not the other way around.
Yet kissing him is easy. The way his tongue moves, his lips fit with mine. The moany little breaths he lets out as he pulls me closer. I forget for a moment that I’m handcuffed and cup his face with both hands, then abruptly pull back.
Fucking cuffs because I can’t be trusted. Cuffs to punish me. He’s just as guilty.
Still, I think he mistakes the flames in my cheeks for shyness instead of embarrassment and anger.
“Yeah, I really missed you,” he admits, kissing my nose back, and when he shifts I feel how hard he already is. “This shit is much better than fighting, isn’t it?”
No, because I feel like I’m betraying myself. But why, though? What’s so wrong with wanting a little pleasure if I’m stuck here either way?
“I don’t know how to stop,” I admit quietly. “It’s always been like this.”
“I know. We’ll get there one day, I can feel it.” He shifts again, releasing a hushed laugh before he speaks again. “Want to know a way you can get a little payback?” He nods toward where Asher disappeared to, piquing my interest.
“Absolutely yes.”
“Edge him.” There’s a dark glint in his eyes as he feeds me this secret. “Drives him fucking crazy, and it forces him to communicate. Hell... I bet you can get Asher Ellis to beg, Rhea.”
I highly fucking doubt it. He’ll just shock me until I either pass out or do what he wants, but I appreciate the attempt at help all the same. “And what happens if I edge you?”
Manson grins, cock twitching under me. “Hey, I’m not above admitting I’ll beg. I’m just saying we could work together and get that dude to —” The shower water shuts off and interrupts what he was saying, and I realize I didn’t even hear Asher get in. “Anyway... think about it.”
If I’m ever suicidal, l’ll give it a shot. “How mad do you think he’d be if he came out here and you were inside me?”
“At this point, I don’t give a fuck,” he admits, hips canting up into me. “I think he’d be more jealous than mad. He hasn’t gotten off in days, but whose fault is that?”
“Not even with you?” It’s harder than I anticipated to climb off of him and get my shorts off, but he helps me when I start to trip. “Why haven’t you two...?”
“I’ve jacked off, but he hasn’t been talking to me either much, it wasn’t just you. I usually keep my distance when he’s in a mood. You’ve seen that look in his eyes.”
And the destruction that follows, yes.
I also don’t want to talk about him anymore.
Straddling Manson, I catch him in an uncoordinated, messy kiss as I try to reach below me to pull his cock out.
“So hot in handcuffs, pet.” He reaches down to help me. “Jack me off a little bit, I want to watch it with the cuffs on.”
Right, because you’re psychotic too. Got it.
It brings me back to earth a little as I sit back toward his kneecaps and spit down on his cock. My wrists feel heavy and encumbered as I stroke him, but the expression that takes over his face is pure bliss and borderline adoration. “Fuck yeah. Want to know another secret?” he breathes. “Ask for anything you need in moments like these. I sure as fuck couldn’t deny you.“
As if that wasn’t obvious. The only problem is, orgasm highs fade. Reason comes back. And I’ll still have to pay the price for whatever I request. “Yeah? What if all I want right now... is for you to come for me just like this? Cover my cuffs with it, baby.”
“Hell yeah.” His cock twitches eagerly. “Let me lick your pussy after.”
For once, my movements falter not because I want to stop, but because I’m fucking shocked. It’s the first time either of them have offered to do anything simply to make me feel good. “What?”
“Don’t stop,” he mumbles, thrusting up into my hands. “Squeeze a little tighter.”
“Right. S-Sorry.” Glancing down, I focus only on how his thick cock feels between my hands — the heat, the veins, the precum coating his tip. I spit on it again, gripping tighter as I twist my hands in opposite directions.
“That’s perfect. Looks so damn good, doesn’t it? Pretty little captive stroking her captor’s cock.”
The fact that my clit throbs makes me want to die. I can tell myself I’m still in control here all I want, but I’m not. And I’ll never be anything to them other than a pet they managed to trap.
“Feels good too,” I lie. “You’re so big, Manson. I still can’t believe you both fit inside my pussy. Did that feel good?”
“Oh my god,” he groans. “Felt out of this world, girl. You want that when you’re awake?”
I don’t answer him. I don’t want to agree to something he might make me live up to, and saying no will only make him mad. Instead, I shimmy forward enough to slap the head of his cock off my clit then stroke him faster. “Tell me about it. How did it feel when Asher came first?”
“You’re gonna make me blow talking like this. Fuck, I don’t even know how to explain it. You were clenching around us so tight, and then his cum oozed down my balls. Jesus. Fuck.”
“And you fucked it deeper inside me, didn’t you? Making sure we didn’t waste a drop. Give me more, Manson. Right now. Cover your pretty little captive’s cuffs.”
His cock begins to pulse in my hands just before he gives me what I asked. It’s so much, spurting up onto my shirt and covering my hands before he breathes again, and when he does the groan he releases makes my legs clench. “Fuck yeah.”
His hips are rolling for more as I work him through it, and with how hard his fingers are digging into my legs, I know he’s leaving marks behind.
Just add them to the collection.
I give him a moment to come down before I get up and realize with a jolt that I won’t be able to change my shirt until they let me. Pants are one thing, but I can’t get a shirt over these cuffs. “Um...”
Manson grins up at me a split second before he’s flipping our positions and kneeling in front of me, eyes locked on my pussy. “I meant what I said.”
I don’t know whether or not to be happy about this, especially because I see Asher’s shadow stretching across the ground from the hallway. He’d stop Manson if he didn’t want this, right? So he’s okay with it?
“Taste me on your fingers.”
He doesn’t wait around to watch it, his tongue is swiping up the evidence of my arousal before I can take my next breath, so I don’t. I tip my head back to try to get a look at the voyeur behind us.
Manson groans as if he’s never tasted anything better, and the noise seems to lure Asher in.
Our eyes lock the second he comes into view, so I don’t look away. I keep my eyes on him as I grip Manson’s hair and grind up against his tongue. “Oh god, that feels... amazing,” I moan. “You like the way I taste, baby?”
Growling, Manson nods his head eagerly a second before his fingers join in the fun. I wish i could say he has all of my attention, but the truth of the matter is I cannot bring myself to look away from Ash.
He’s gripping the corner now, only half of his body visible but it’s enough to see he’s fully hard from the show we’re putting on. If I had to guess, I’d say it’s taking all of his willpower to stay where he is.
When Manson sucks my clit into his mouth I grip his hair hard. “Don’t fucking stop. Please, please don’t st—”
My thighs clench around his head as I cum all over his tongue, dragging a pleased moan from deep in his chest as he licks me through it.
Asher takes a step forward, his fists clenching at his sides, and I’m shocked to see he doesn’t have the remote. I’m safe, at least for the moment.
“Tell Asher how I taste, baby. Tell him what he’s missing.”
“Dude is missing out on life,” he growls, lapping up at it a few more times before placing a kiss on my clit. “Taste like heaven, pet.”
“Does she?”
Asher moves in closer, his best friend glancing up to toss me a wink as he closes the distance between us. “Hell yeah. You want a taste?”
“Kiss him,” I urge, almost desperate not to let Asher between my thighs like that. I won’t be able to handle it, not from him. “Let him taste it on your tongue.”
“You want to watch?”
Manson turns toward Asher just as he reaches us. “Say please, Rhea.”
“Please.” Sitting up, I roll to face them with my wrists in my lap. “Show him what he’s missing.”
Asher opens up his mouth to say something, but Manson is faster. In seconds he’s reaching out to grab his shirt and tug him in, their mouths crashing together sloppily as Manson ensures Ash can taste me.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Almost worth the handcuffs.
Holy fuck.
“Tastes amazing, huh?” Manson teases, chuckling when Asher’s tongue chases him down for more. “She’s soaked down there, bro. You’d slide right in... wouldn’t he, Rhea?”
Yeah, I bet he would.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t playing favorites right now. Manson seemed to hate not talking to me, and he volunteered to do something just for me. Pettiness makes me want to tell Asher to go fuck himself, but progress is progress. There’s only one way out of this.
“I don’t know. Why don’t you come find out, big brother?”
He’s practically trembling before he snaps, his fingers sliding in first to feel for himself, and as he curls them toward my g-spot I hear him cuss under his breath.
“Pussy is everything, isn’t it? Fuck her, Ash. Fuck your little sister’s cunt like you’ve been dying to do.”
He hasn’t said much at all, but how quickly he shoves down his pants says enough. “Are your hands still sticky from his cum? Rub your pussy with it.”
I hesitate a moment too long, I can see it on his face. My fingers tremble with fear and lust as I pull the chain onto my stomach and trap my clit between my fingers, rocking them back and forth. “He made a mess of me, Ash. Will you?”
It’s his turn to hesitate, but there comes a point where pride is secondary to desire for men, and it seems that point is here for him. It’s with his handcuffed little sister laying on the couch dripping wet after another man has brought her to ruin, and how hard he slams his cock inside of me makes that evident. “Fuck yeah I will.”
The scent of his soap surrounds me when he bottoms out, and it’s so different than seeing it on a cell phone video that I can’t breathe for a moment. When I woke up last time, he was in my mouth. Now, he’s everywhere.
“Fuck, Rhea.”
The way he moans my name.
The way his face feels brushing against mine as he starts to move, the way he tilts his mouth just so slightly toward me like he’s thinking about kissing me but stops himself.
Good, I think it would unravel me.
The collar pinches my neck from the angle as he bends me in half, pinning my hands between our bodies. He’s longer than Manson, and fuck, I think I feel him in my ribcage.
“Say my name again,” I whisper. “My real name.”
“Rhea,” he growls, too far gone to deny me. “He got you wet for me.”
I can feel every word against my cheek, and I don’t miss what it means. Manson was the warm up act in his mind. I’m his.
I hate that it turns me on.
“Look at me. Asher, look at me.” He should see this at least once — the look in my eyes when I’m awake. The difference there, the depth. “Please.”
Slowing, his hips roll into me again before he caves. He pulls back just enough to see me and share our breaths, his green eyes staring into mine and whatever he sees there has him stilling.
His cock pulses in a silent demand a moment later, urging him to fuck into me again and when he begins to move this time he presses our foreheads together.
My heart skips a beat as he moves slower, deeper this time. I can’t run from this. I can’t deny the way it feels, the fact that I don’t want him to stop, the urge I have to kiss him.
And as much as I hate to admit it, having my choice taken away makes it easier. I’m collared and cuffed, unable to grab him, unable to fight. He could take me whether I wanted him to or not.
Fuck, that’s hot.
My breath catches as my pussy clenches and I try to fight off an orgasm, but he feels it. I can feel the pleased huff he releases, see the faint upturn of his lips while he reads me with ease, and when he snaps his hips harder I gasp alongside him. “Is my little sister gonna come? I can feel your cunt begging for it, girl.”
Screw it. I deserve to feel good too. “Make me.”
When his hand slots between us to wrap around my throat, I see his eyes light up at the feel of the collar. It has him squeezing a little tighter as he fucks me harder, and feeling him lose the tiny bit of control he had has me sinking into the sickness instead of recoiling from it.
My eyes roll as the bloodflow to my brain slows. I hear Manson’s soft voice urging me to let go, to give my big brother what he wants, and I’m so, so close — but I don’t tip over until Asher pries my mouth open and spits on my tongue.
The orgasm that hits me is unreal.
“That’s a good pet,” he growls. “Come all over my dick — fuck.”
Ash lets go of my throat to fuck into me harder, his resolve snapping as he nears the edge, and when he releases a loud moan I realize he’s about to breed me again.
While I’m wide awake.
And I fucking want it.
Lifting my wrists, I stare down at the spot where his cock is disappearing inside me almost in awe. “Wait, don’t,” I rush out, knowing damned well it’ll only make him bury it deeper. I’m counting on it. “Don’t cum inside me.”
Manson cusses under his breath just as Asher’s hand flies to my mouth, his palm pressing down hard on my lips. “Shut the fuck up and take it.”
He comes with a groan that makes my overly sensitive clit throb, his hips stilling so he’s deep inside of me.
I feel every violent pulse as he fills me up, and to mess with him a little more, I wink at him as I wrap my legs around his ass.
His brow furrows in confusion, but when Manson chuckles, I know at least one of them caught on. “That was so fucking hot,” he says, moving in closer as the haze clears around us.
Asher slowly pulls out of me, his shining, spent cock still jerking like it’s angry at him for leaving my pussy, and when I look up and meet his eyes I know he’s at a loss for words.
Good. I hope this fucks with him for a long time.
“Can I shower?” I ask softly. “Not that I don’t love being a human cumrag, I figure you two don’t want cold jizz in your eggs.”
“Speak for him,” Manson jokes, tossing me a wink. “I need one too so let’s go. We’ll take one together.”
Asher seems to still be in a daze as he nods, the words obviously not truly sinking in, but he turns away without protest and disappears into his room.
I guess he’s done being nice.