Chapter 7 Ophelia
Ophelia
I don’t understand what’s happening. One minute, I was saying goodbye to Daisy and cleaning up after breakfast, and the next I’m laid out on the table as if I’m the meal, and my men?
They are acting like possessed demons. They’re feral, and intense, and truthfully, in this moment, more than a little scary.
What’s even worse is that my body loves it.
I love the way Cain has wrapped his free hand around my throat, holding me down. I love the way he’s thrusting two fingers inside me. I love the way Roman has claimed my mouth. And most of all, I love the way Malachi is bending over me, lashing my clit with his wicked tongue.
It’s all too much. I feel as if I’m going to break apart. My body can’t bear this much stimulation. The sights, sounds, and smells of what’s going on, and all of it on this old, worn kitchen table. It’s obscene and yet so damn hot.
Though I don’t want to get caught, perhaps the knowledge that it’s possible helps to ramp up my arousal, too.
We haven’t locked the front door, and anyone could walk in.
Though my primary concern is Daisy—especially as she’s young and I really don’t want to traumatize her—we could just as easily be caught by Cain’s security, or worse, by one of the Vipers or Devils who might swing by to check everything is okay.
The thought of one of them watching, like maybe that crazy twin, Saint, while my Preachers worship my body, makes my head spin.
Roman grips my hair tighter, pulling at the roots.
My face is turned toward him at the edge of the table, and I gaze up at him as he fucks my mouth.
It’s hard to concentrate with Malachi paying so much attention to my clit, so I do my best to get my throat to relax and just let Roman take me.
It makes me think of last night and how I woke up on the crest of an orgasm with his cock inside me.
I don’t think I’ve ever woken up happier.
My first orgasm of this new day builds quickly. Cain’s fingers pump into me, and Mal suckles on my clit. Even with Roman fucking my mouth, my whole body tingles and my inner muscles tighten and relax, tighten and relax. I’m reaching for my climax, my back arching and thighs quivering.
“Not yet!” Cain snaps.
I could tell Roman was close, too—he’d been impossibly hard and building momentum—but even he stops at Cain’s words.
He sucks air in over his teeth and steps back, his dick slipping from between my lips.
He reaches down and fists the base, squeezing hard.
His head is hung as he draws a shaky breath to regain control.
“But I was so close,” I pant. Cain pulls his fingers out of me and almost knocks Mal over as he pushes him away.
“You come on my cock, and not before,” he growls.
His big hands sweep up my body, tearing my dress as they go, until it hangs open, useless. I’m not wearing a bra—mainly because I don’t have much to put in one—and the dress wasn’t revealing in any way. Not that it seems to matter to Cain; he’s still gone feral over me.
He brushes his palms up over my hips, cupping my breasts, and then pinching my nipples. He plays with them, tweaking them until they’re crinkled, hard, and aching.
“I’d tell Roman to suck these, but his mouth is fucked up. So, Mal, while I screw her, you can do the honors.”
Mal smirks. “Be glad to.”
“Come on, pretty girl, the table isn’t the best place for what I have in mind.”
Cain carefully picks me up, making sure the wood doesn’t hurt my back, and carries me to the living area.
He sits on the edge of the couch, on the thick, cushioned arm, and positions me on his knee so I’m facing away from him.
He’s so big, my feet don’t even touch the floor.
It’s a strange position to be in when I’m completely naked.
The remains of my dress lie scattered across the table.
“Cain,” I protest, kicking my bare feet, but he silences me with one hand between my thighs and the other clamping over my mouth.
“Mal, take my cock out,” he orders.
Mal blinks, in shock. “What?”
“Jesus Christ, I’ve got my hands full. You’ve had your dick next to mine in her cunt, so don’t act coy now. Just do it.”
That c-word is like a slap across my face. It’s so… wrong. I heat in shame, and yet my pussy only gets wetter, helped in part by Cain’s fingers inside me again. I moan against his palm, inhaling the scent of his skin.
Mal comes to stand next to us. His gaze is intense, flicking between my face and Cain’s.
He reaches into Cain’s running shorts. It’s obvious when his hand wraps around Cain’s cock, as Cain draws a sharp intake of breath.
My pussy pulses in response. Malachi uses his other hand to pull down the waistband then pulls out Cain’s cock.
Cain takes his hand from my mouth and slips his fingers from my pussy again, and then lifts me over his cock.
I crane my neck, wanting to catch a glimpse of Malachi’s fist around Cain’s dick, holding him in position for me.
I moan in shocked delight as he lowers me over his cock, and I sink down.
My pussy stretches around him, and the pleasure has my toes curling and my eyes slipping shut.
Malachi’s tongue swipes across his lower lip. “Oh, yes, look how beautifully you’re stretching to take him, Pet.”
Mal has let go of Cain and now palms my breasts, tweaking my nipples, as Cain moves me on his cock. He’s so strong and big compared to me that he’s using me as if I’m a doll.
Roman stands at my side and takes one of my hands, wrapping it around his cock.
I’m glad he’s not asking me to suck it again because the way Cain has me impaled and is moving me up and down, I don’t think I could.
He’s thick and hard, and I work my hand up and down his length while Cain fucks me and Mal plays with my tits.
“Spread her lips so we can see her clit,” Mal demands. “I love that little clit.”
“God, yes,” Roman mumbles. His gaze is locked between my legs even while my hand is around his cock.
“Shall I, Pet? Shall I spread these lips so they can see you trying to take me? See your clit, too?” Cain laughs darkly and bites my ear.
What is wrong with me that I get so turned on by this degradation?
My blood is singing, and my skin is on fire.
It’s all too delicious, and I’m almost delirious with need.
Cain’s dick inside me feels incredible, but I want Malachi’s mouth on me again to bring me to climax.
I’ve got the feeling Cain is only going to let me come when he says so.
Roman steps back, dislodging my hold on his dick so he can get a better view.
Malachi joins him so both men are in front of me now.
Mal whips off his band t-shirt and unzips himself from his black jeans.
He fists his erection, his hand sliding up and down, pausing only to swipe his thumb across the head, gathering the pre-cum.
Roman is fisting himself beside him and they make an erotic sight.
While they might be focused on me, watching these two men touching themselves is my turn-on.
Cain allows me to sink right down on his cock, so I’m embedded to the hilt.
He reaches around, holding me steady with one hand on my hip, and spreads my pussy lips.
He hooks his feet around my ankles and yanks my legs apart, exposing me completely.
For a long, long time, he doesn’t do anything but hold me like that.
And even though there’s no one touching it, my clit throbs because two pairs of eyes are locked on it like heat-seeking missiles.
Cain starts to fuck me again, grinding into me, the movement deep and intense.
Mal and Rome both rub their cocks now. They fuck themselves as they watch Cain slide in and out of me. The tempo builds, and the air is filled with the sounds of skin on skin. The guys’ hands move faster, and their expressions build into ones of intense concentration.
“Shit,” Mal curses, and he comes with a shocked grunt as if not expecting it.
He steps closer and aims at my clit, covering me with his cum and getting it all over the length of Cain’s cock as he’s entering me.
“Fucking hell, Mal,” Cain snaps. “Warn a guy before you half cover him in your cum.”
Mal pants and laughs a little. “As you said, Cain, it’s not like we weren’t touching only yesterday.”
Cain reaches down and swirls a finger through the mess his friend has made, rubbing my clit.
“You can come now, Pet,” he growls against my ear.
It’s too much. I cry out, my fingers gripping his thighs and curling around the muscle, needing purchase on something as I come.
“Oh, God,” I pant.
Roman cups my cheek in his hand as his other works his cock furiously. “You’re so perfect, Pet.” He grits his teeth. “Ah, fuck.”
His hips jerk, and a stream of milky cum spurts from the slit of his cock. My orgasm must set Cain off, too, because he groans and holds me still, thrusting his hips up and hitting me so deep it’s bordering on painful.
I lean back against his chest, panting, him breathing hard too, and the other two trying to get themselves under control. Giggling, I turn my head to kiss Cain behind me, and freeze.
The door is opening. No, no, no. Nooooo.
I wrap my arms around my naked body, but it’s too late. Daisy walks in and freezes.
She stares. I stare. Roman looks stricken and tries to cover himself, but Mal, the bastard, smirks.
“What … w-w-what are you d-d-doing,” she stammers. Then she turns and runs.
“Shit.” I jump off Cain’s lap, wincing because doing so hurts while he was still inside me, damn it.
“I need something to wear,” I scream at Mal, “and it’s not fucking funny.”
He sobers up instantly when he realizes how upset I am.
Dirty little whore. Look what you did. Now Daisy has seen what a whore you are, too. Dirty bitch. You’ll pay for this once I have you back. I’ll make you into the commune’s whipping post.
“No!” I scream.
“What?” Mal grabs my hands as I squeeze my head between them, trying to force his voice out.
“Shut up,” I yell.
I can’t do this anymore. Now Daisy has seen me like this, what will she think? I hit the side of my head, and Roman grabs my fist.
He shakes his head. “Don’t do that, Ophelia.”
“We shouldn’t have done it. She’s seen now. She knows.”
“Knows what?” he asks gently.
“That I’m a whore,” I scream.
Cain spins me around to face him and takes my face in his big hands. “You’re not a whore, Ophelia. Don’t ever use that word about yourself again.”
“Is it any worse than the things you call me, huh? Or the way you all talk about me?”
“That’s because, in the moment, it turns us all on,” Cain says patiently. “We fucking love you, Ophelia. We worship you. If you want that talk to stop, it does. Right this minute.”
“Absolutely, baby.” Mal reaches for me and rubs my arm.
Roman isn’t there, and I look for him, but then he comes down the stairs carrying a new dress, panties, and sneakers. He pulls the fresh one over my head. I toe on the sneakers, and once the dress is in place, bend to fasten them, hurrying so I can go after Daisy.
“We’ll go find her,” he says.
“No. I have to. I need to tell her the truth.” I laugh darkly. “Well, she’s seen it now, anyway.”
“You can’t be alone out there,” Cain says. “I’m coming with you. You two stay here in case Daisy comes back. I’ll take some of my father’s men.”
“Roman can stay here because he’s hurt,” Mal says. “But there’s no reason for me not to come.”
“You stay with him, too. You freak Daisy out.” Cain’s face is set in a hard line.
That was cruel, but he’s not entirely wrong.
“Stay with Roman, Mal. Please,” I beg.
I run for the door, not even looking to see if Cain is with me. I feel so dirty and tawdry, and the sin clings to my skin like a stain.
I’ll never be free of that place.