7. Give Me A Name
Give Me A Name
Asher
**NONCON/DUBCON UNHINGEDNESS**
Last night, I got home super late from something I need to tell the girls about. They both think I was at swim practice, which I was, but they don’t know what I’ve been doing afterwards. I’m not sure why I have been lying to them, but I need to come clean before we go any further in this relationship. I want us to be open and honest with one another, but how can I expect that of them when I’m not doing that myself? I’d be a fucking hypocrite.
When I got back to the dorms, I debated going straight to them. But after the shit I dealt with, I couldn’t let them see me that way, so I hid like a bitch. Hopefully, they won’t say shit about my black eye this morning, but I know that’s untrue. The minute they see my face, I will be flooded with questions, so I might as well get it the fuck over with. Pulling out my phone, I create a group chat that Cupcake requested and send off a text.
Me: Breakfast date with my two favorite ladies?
Little Dove: I got something you can eat for breakfast.
Me: On my way.
Cupcake: You guys can go without me. I’m not feeling well.
That message has me moving just a little faster to get to her. Climbing out of bed, I skip the shoes and shirt and head straight across the hall. Swinging the door open, I’m met with a concerned Peyton moving just as fast towards Riley’s door. She grabs the handle, but it’s locked. I step next to her and speak through the wood.
“Cupcake, let us in, please.” Rustling noises can be heard, but she doesn't grant us entry.
“Come on, baby. Please let us in.” Peyton begs as she looks up at me with her pleading gray eyes. Her eyes widen when I see her noticing my face now that she’s actually looking at me, and right before she starts with her questions, I place my finger over her lips. “Not now.” I whisper. She stares a second longer before we hear a voice on the other side of the door.
“No, go away. Just leave me be, please.” Riley yells and I don’t like that answer.
“That doesn’t work for me. I need to see you.” I say, hoping she’ll open the door.
“Yeah, well, that doesn’t work for me. Hotshot. Just go.” She says hiccuping.
I look at Peyton and she shakes her head. She knows what’s coming.
“Ash, don’t!” She yells as I take a step back, giving her one last glance before kicking the door in. It swings open and Riley jumps out of her skin, covering herself with the sheet. I narrow my eyes as I step in, looking at her bruised face. Peyton is already at her side whispering to her, but I’m not having it. My hands are in fists as my rage rises through my chest.
“Who did that to you?” I grit and she shakes her head. I climb on the bed, pushing Peyton out of the way, which earns me a slap. I wrap my hand around Riley’s throat and her eyes widen.
“I asked you a question, babe. Who did this to you?” I growl and she continues to stay silent, shaking her head as much as my grip will allow.
“Ash, ease up.” Peyton demands, and I look at her with murder in my eyes. She takes a step back knowing I’m going to lose it.
“Ash, calm down. Give her a chance to explain.” She coerces, but I’m too far gone. Looking back at Riley, I squeeze a little tighter.
“If you don’t give me an answer, you are not going to like what happens next.” I warn, and she nods. Letting go of her throat, she slaps me across the face, which only causes me to growl at her.
“If you don’t start speaking, I’m going to force you to sing me a fucking tune, with or without your consent, baby. So I advise you to speak.” I warn again.
“Please tell him, Bluebird.” Peyton begs, but Riley shakes her head again.
“I can’t. I can’t fucking do this.” She confesses, and it's like a shot to the chest.
“What do you mean, you can’t do this? It’s a little fucking late for that.” I spew. Tears stream from her eyes. I lean over and lick the salty streak up her cheek, growling when I reach her ear.
“Give me a name or I’m going to fuck it out of you.” I say, but she pushes me away. Grabbing her hands, I force her down and hold them up over her head as she thrashes beneath me.
“Please Ash, don’t.” She pleads, but I don’t care. I hold her down with one hand and spread her legs open, pulling down my sweats and shoving my cock into her cunt. Tears continue to stream down her face and I lap the salty liquid, thrusting in and out of her with brutality.
“Give me a fucking name or this will get so much worse.” I command. Peyton comes up and tries to push me off of Riley but I grab a hold of her hair with my free hand.
“I will fuck you in your ass next. Either help me make her sing, or this between us all, is over. Make her fucking sing! Better yet, you thirsty bitch, go get the strap on and we will make her sing together.” I demand, letting her go.
“You’re going to ruin this before it even started, you fucking dickhead.” Peyton yells and I laugh.
“Do as you’re fucking told, little sister, or I’ll make you bleed and not in the fun way.” I say, groaning at how wet Riley feels beneath me.
“Please Ash, just stop. You’re hurting me.” Riley begs.
“Awee little Cupcake. Funny how you can tell me that I’m the one hurting you, yet your tight little pussy is fluttering around my cock.” I laugh and her eyes narrow.
“Be grateful I’m not forcing my cock down that tight throat, because the state of mind I’m in, I’d probably kill you at this point.” I warn.
“I fucking hate you.” She confesses and I laugh again.
“But your pussy loves me. Now tell me who hurt you.” I grunt, rolling my hips, making sure to hit her needy clit with every sharp thrust.
“You. You’re the one hurting me!” She yells through a moan she was fighting so hard to hold back.
“Na, my cock may be tearing this pussy up, but I’m not the one who left you bruised, so tell me who did it.” I groan at the feeling of her tightening around me.
“Fuck, Cupcake. This pussy takes me so well.” I revel in the pleasure I’m taking from her.
“Fuck you, Ash. Fuck you.” She cries and her hips start to move.
“I am fucking you, baby. As much as you keep telling me to stop. You want it. You want me to dominate you and treat you like my dirty little bitch. You fucking love every second of it. Let’s see how you like what's next.” I shudder.
“You’re so worried about what happened to my face. What the fuck happened to yours?” She says, flipping the script.
“Oh, in due time. You tell me and I’ll tell you.” I say with a smirk as I pick up the pace, waiting for Peyton to return.
“Your legs are shaking, Cupcake. You gonna cum for me, baby?” I taunt, and she shakes her head.
“I think you’re lying. Maybe I shouldn't let you cum. Maybe we will just fill all your holes.” I say with a grin as her eyes widen. Peyton comes stomping into the room wearing her eight-inch cosmic glitter strap on and holding that little pink vibrator.
“Oh, you came to play, huh, Little Dove?” I say excitedly.
“Shut the fuck up.” She spits.
“These are the times I wish I had two dicks to gag the both of you.” I yell, getting fucking annoyed with the both of them.
“Yeah, well, if you don’t cut the shit, I may just peg your ass while she grinds on my ribbed thigh pad. So keep it up, dickhead.” She threatens and I throw my head back, laughing.
“I’m not the one who won’t give the answers up. It’s her.” I say biting down on my bottom lip. I start slowing down my pace, but her cunt just sucks me back in, causing my whole body to shiver.
“Fuckkkkk, Riley. This pussy. God damnit. Just give me the fucking name.” I moan.
“No, I won’t. I can’t.” She says. That just makes me even more mad. I let go of her hand and she moves so fast to slap the shit out of me, but I wrap my hands around her throat, bringing her whole body up to me.
“Hit me again. Do it.” I warn, and without hesitation, she slaps me again. I slam her down so fucking hard on my cock she screams and I hold her down as I pound into her over and over again.
“Stop. Please stop.” She begs as she thrashes beneath me.
“Ash, that's enough.” Peyton pleads as she grabs my shoulders trying to pull me away.
“Get behind her and slowly enter her with it.” I instruct, but Peyton takes a step back and shakes her head.
“Do it or this is done. I will walk out of here and never speak to either of you again. You can deal with your pedo mommy on your own and she can stay with bitch boy. I’ll move right the fuck on and you will never fucking see me again. Now do it.” I command, slowing down my pace. Riley grabs my face, forcing me to look at her with those pleading eyes.
“Please Ash, don’t do this. It hurts.” She whispers against my lips.
“Then give me the name, Cupcake.” I whisper back, placing a soft kiss to her swollen lip. Tears pour from her eyes and she closes them.
“Do it Peyton. I want to feel you with her.” I say, and Riley opens her eyes again, pleading with me and I shake my head.
“Just give me the name. That’s all I need, baby.” I say, holding her hips still as Peyton gets into position.
“I’m sorry, Bluebird.” She whispers, kissing Riley’s shoulders as I feel the cold latex hit my length, breaching her core. Riley takes a deep, shuddering breath.
“Jake, i-it was J-ake.”