Chapter Fifteen #2
“Oh, Little Demon…” he says softly, despite how he has his hand firmly wrapped around my throat.
“You are not broken. You are merely bruised, is all. Only you can break yourself because no one has that power but you. You only break when you give up, and we refuse to let you give up. We will drag you out of the mud every single time you try to lie down and let it all drag you under. We said forever, and we meant it. Forever does not have a stipulation for trauma.”
“It doesn’t change that he’s always going to be lurking in the back of my head,” I counter.
“Baby, when I have you coming while you scream my name, that piece of shit is the last thing that’s gonna be on your mind. I can promise you that right now.”
“I don’t know what to say to that,” I admit.
“Challenge me, Little Demon,” he says, brushing his lips against mine. I sigh and relax when real pleasure sneaks up on me. “Go ahead. Tell me I’m wrong.”
“You’re wrong. He ruined me,” I say firmly.
He did ruin me. Why would they want to be with me after what other men did to me?
They know that Paul forced me to come more than a dozen times, and then made me beg for it when he was edging me.
He knows how them teaming up to rape me means that I did nothing to fight them off. “Lance… I didn’t even fight him.”
“You’ll fight me, but not him. Why?” he asks.
“What kind of fucking question is that?” I snap.
“One you need to answer,” he smirks. “Why?”
“Because…”
“Because why, Sadie? Tell me,” he says.
“Because with him I shut down,” I say quietly.
“Why did you shut down?” he asks as he pulls my shirt off and tosses it to the floor.
“Because I didn’t like it.”
“But you like what we do to you?” he asks, and I nod. “Even when we are rough?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Even when you are sore for days after?” he asks, jerking my pants and underwear off me.
“Yes.” I glance at the doorway to see Todd and Stacy standing together. He is standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her. “Look at me. Not them.”
“What do you want, Little Demon?” Dean asks.
“I just want to forget,” I say. “I need a moment of peace.”
“Turn around and bend over,” Lance says with a smile tugging at his lips.
“No,” I say, curling my face up.
“Now, Sadie. Turn around and bend that pretty little ass over for me,” he says. Maybe I’m going crazy, but I want to fight him. I want to lose. I know if I say that safe word, he will stop immediately. I do not doubt my safety.
“Make me,” I say simply.
“If I have to make you bend for me, I’m fucking you thoughtless,” he says with a warning in his tone. “As a matter of fact… if I have to make you… We are all fucking you thoughtless.”
“We’ll see about that,” I say. Lance smirks before shoving me backward onto the bed. I immediately roll and try to crawl up the bed to get away, but he grabs my ankle and pulls me down until I am bent over in front of him. “Fuck. I’m bad at preventing assault.”
Lance smacks my ass hard, and I giggle. “You think this is assault, pretty girl?” he asks as he pushes two fingers into me. Tingles break out across my skin, and it feels nothing like what Paul did.
“Have I told you to stop?” I ask.
“Not yet,” he says ominously. He pulls his fingers out of my already dripping pussy and grabs my hips. “One word and it’s over.”
“Oka…” I don’t get the word out before he slams the full length of his cock inside of me.
I gasp and grip onto the blanket as he instantly falls into a punishing rhythm.
The build and break of my orgasm hits me so fast that it stuns me for a second.
Lance immediately pulls me up, and Mason sits in front of me.
Everything feels natural with them suddenly.
He pulls me into his lap, and I lower myself on him.
“Fuck, I’ve missed being inside you,” Mason groans as he lies back. I put my hands beside him as Lance steps behind me. I hear him open the bottle of lube, and I panic.
“Wait. No, no, no. Hold on,” I yell out.
Lance ignores me and pushes into my ass.
“Oh, dear Lord in heaven. Fuck, that’s good.
” They both start to thrust into me hard and fast, alternating their strokes.
I relax between them and let the feeling carry me away to a place where I am finally at peace.
The ache in my belly grounds me in reality as a reminder of who is making me feel this way.
Dean grabs my chin and turns my face toward him.
“Give me that mouth, Little Demon. Let’s see what you’ve got.
” I happily open up for him, and he pushes straight to the back of my throat.
I suck him as I gently cup his balls. His groan is nearly feral as he starts to fuck my mouth harder, pushing deeper.
I gently squeeze and massage him as Lance and Mason fuck me as if our lives depend on my pussy being sore for a week.
All three of my men are moaning as we all give and take from each other.
There is no greed or power imbalance. It’s just three men giving their all to a woman who willingly does the same.
I hear another moan in the room, and I’m positive that Stacy is getting fucked based on the distinctive sound of skin slapping against skin as it is out of sync with us.
“Fuck, drink my come, baby. Take it all,” Dean groans as he explodes in my mouth.
I greedily drink him down, milking him of everything he has to give me.
When he pulls away, Mason kisses me hard as he starts to moan with me as I fall into yet another orgasm.
I whimper against his mouth as my body tenses.
As soon as Mason finishes, I am put on my knees with my chest flat on the bed. Lance resumes thrusting as deep into my ass as he can. Like this, he is able to push further than before.
“Come for me, my sweet little whore,” he murmurs. “Let me hear you scream for me.”
“Fuck, Lance,” I whimper.
“Who’s fucking you, Sadie?” he demands.
“Lance,” I groan.
“Say it again.” His grunts are intoxicating.
“God. Oh God, Lance. I’m gonna come.” When it finally breaks, my arousal floods out of me as I moan and whimper through my climax. Lance falls into his own release, and his moans harmonize with mine as he fills me with his come.
When he pulls out of me, he lets me collapse onto the bed as I am panting, trying to catch my breath. I feel like I’m floating as he cleans and dresses me.
“I have a question,” I say breathlessly.
“What’s up?” Lance asks as he pulls me up to stand.
“If I tell you that you were wrong, will you do all of that again?” I ask. Todd and Stacy burst out laughing, and Lance just smiles at me. “You were right. I was lost in my own world, I guess.”
“Understandably so, but that doesn’t mean you should stay lost in your own world. Sometimes reality is so much simpler than what your anxiety is telling you,” he says.
“So… just so y’all know… everyone is here,” Todd says.
“Ah. That’s great,” I frown. “More reasons for people to slut shame me.”
“Aht. No. We are not doing that,” Todd says as he grabs my hand and pulls me out of the room.
“Todd, stop. Let go of me,” I whine. He stops in the living room, and everyone turns to us. I try to pull away, but Mason steps up behind me and holds me in place.
“Do any of you think that Sadie is a slut?” Todd asks.
“No, but she’s louder than a cat in heat,” Jake says. “Why?”
“So, no one cares that she has sex with her boyfriends?” Todd asks.
“I got it, Todd,” I say with a sigh.
“I’m more interested in the extra sounds we heard,” Del says with a smile, and I laugh. Jake stands up, and I involuntarily flinch.
“Sadie,” Jake says simply.
“What, Jake?” I sigh.
“Do you trust us?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say.
“You’re lying,” he says. He walks closer to me, and I try to back up, but Mason holds onto me. I cover my mouth and shake my head when I start to cry.
“I’m sorry,” I say tearfully.
“Don’t apologize for being traumatized, Sadie,” he says softly.
“I fucking trusted him,” I say. “For ten fucking years he pretended to be my friend. When I see you guys… All I can think about is him. It hurts too much to keep going back to that damn cabin in my mind.”