Chapter 11
ELEVEN
I gazeupon the emerald green dress hanging delicately on its hanger and my eyes shift to my reflection in the mirror. I stand there in my sexy, lace bodysuit that I bought from the adult store that I love. My hair and makeup are flawless. My hair is curled into loose waves that cascade down my back and my smokey eye makeup accents my eyes. I looked stunning at the charity event, but tonight, I look even more breathtaking.
I glance towards the doorway and notice the trio standing there. They exude elegance and charm, each dressed in a striking ensemble of jet-black shirts and trousers. Their appearance is undeniably captivating, making it hard to look away.
I stand in my delicate, sexy, lace bodysuit, feeling the weight of all eyes upon me. Every gaze is fixated on my form, observing every movement with rapt attention.
Cain saunters towards me, his fingers deftly unbuttoning the first three buttons of his shirt. His eyes twinkle playfully as they meet mine and drift down to the bodysuit. “Crotchless, I see,” he whispers, his breath warm on my face.
I slowly smirk.
“Now, we gotta be quick because we have the table booked,” Cain explains.
Suddenly, he places two fingers in his mouth and delicately licks them.
“Open your legs, princess,” Cain demands.
I pry my legs open for him without hesitation.
He gently parts my pussy lips and places his two fingers on my clit, rubbing in circular motions. The feeling is amazing–his touch is soothing. He continues to work his magic.
I cast a quick glance over Cain”s shoulder. My eyes meet Nate and Mike standing at the doorway, their faces twisted into mischievous smirks. With a determined look, Nate rolls his sleeves up and strides confidently towards us.
Nate”s tender lips meet mine as Cain”s fingertips continue to massage my clit in circular motions, his pace now speeding up. My clit swells and I feel my juices ooze out from my pussy onto his hand.
Cain speaks softly, “You’re so wet.”
Suddenly, he stops rubbing my clit and I find myself wishing he wouldn”t stop. He turns to Nate and demands, “Taste her, eat her pussy.” Nate chuckles and drops to his knees.
He pries my legs apart further. I place my hand on his head, feeling his hair between my fingers. He burrows his head between my legs and parts my pussy lips with his tongue.
Nate takes one slow lick up my pussy. His tongue then moves smoothly from one side to the other, savoring the taste. A soft hum of pleasure escapes his lips.
I throw my head back, letting out a whimper.
“Yes…Yes…” I stutter and cry out as his tongue works wonders on my clit.
I pull at Nate”s hair from the immense sensation.
Lifting my head, I find Cain”s dark eyes fixed on me. I turn my head towards the door and see Mike standing there. I bite my lip, feeling the thrill of knowing that he can”t join in. He”s in my bad books and I”m enjoying the fact that he has to stand there and watch.
Nate savors the taste of my pussy with his head buried deep between my thighs. I feel a rush of pleasure coursing through me. His tongue explores every inch of me. A moan escapes his lips as I rock my hips back and forth, urging him on. With a firm grip, I hold his head in place as he fucks my pussy with his tongue, each movement driving me closer to an orgasm.
“I’m so hard watching Nate eat you. I need to be inside you,” Cain states breathlessly.
Nate abruptly stops and rises to his feet. The corners of his mouth glisten with moisture, leaving his lips slick and shiny. I kiss him and taste my pussy on his lips.
Mike stands at the doorway, his face twisted in anger. Through gritted teeth, he hisses, “This is so unfair.”
Cain and Nate remove every piece of clothing on their bodies. Their cocks never fail to leave me breathless.
Nate grabs my arm and pulls me towards him as he lays on the edge of the bed with his legs hanging over.
“Ride my cock, baby,” Nate demands.
I straddle him with my knees positioned on either side of his torso. I hover above his cock, anticipating his next move. Before I can slowly lower my pussy down on him, he thrusts up with force and his cock slams into my pussy.
I let out a scream.
“That’s it…I wanna come in you so bad,” Nate says with each thrust, out of breath.
He wastes no time and pounds ruthlessly into me over and over, his thighs makes clapping noises on my skin.
“Lean forward,” I hear Cain direct me from behind.
Without delay, I lean forward, my boobs resting on Nate’s body as he pulls the fabric to the side, letting them escape. I feel his warmth on my chest as he captures a nipple in his mouth. He slows his movements, but continues to fuck me.
I feel a cool liquid drip onto my hole and I know what is coming.
Cain”s cock breaches my asshole and a surge of pleasure mixed with an intense burning sensation overwhelms me. It”s as if my body is being torn apart from behind.
“Your ass is so tight, princess,” Cain rasps.
With each inch of his massive cock expanding into my asshole, I feel a stretch that borders on the edge of pain and pleasure. His firm grip on my shoulders holds me into place.
“Fuck…” I wail.
Nate and Cain move in perfect sync, filling me simultaneously with slow, deep thrusts. It”s a sensation I”ve never experienced before, being penetrated in both my pussy and my asshole at once. The rhythm is intoxicating, overwhelming me with pleasure as I surrender to their synchronized passion.
“Atta girl,” Nate mutters out of breath.
I hear Mike”s voice behind us, “I’m going to come from just watching this.”
Shifting my gaze towards Mike, a pang of guilt washes over me. I pause momentarily and, with a subtle finger gesture, motion him to come closer.
I tug on his belt, gesturing for him to unfasten it and remove his trousers.
He takes off every item of clothing and throws it on the floor as his cock bounces up. I gulp, forgetting how big he is.
Mike gently moves closer and places his hands on my cheeks. His lips meet mine in a tender kiss, sending shivers down my spine. He then perches his knees on the bed beside Nate.
He forcefully grabs my face and pries open my mouth with his fingers. He makes me take his cock. I am not hesitant. He tugs on my hair, making me deep throat him. My gagging sounds fill the room and salvia drips down my chin.
I feel Cain”s strong hands firmly gripping my shoulders. The sensation is electrifying, I can”t help but revel in the sheer pleasure of being fucked like this. It”s incredible how our bodies move in perfect harmony, as if we”re in sync with each other. The feeling is indescribable, I never want this moment to end.
The room fills with the sound of clapping as we move energetically. Each of us gasp for breath and break into a sweat. Our bodies sway together and we let out moans of exertion as we fuck.
My heart rate quickens and I am filled with a rush of adrenaline and satisfaction. The feeling of thrill and anticipation reaches its peak.
“I’m gonna come,” Cain says in a soft tone.
The trio”s movements get faster as they fuck each of my holes.
Mike”s hands abruptly halt the back-and-forth motion on my head and he firmly presses it downwards, holding it into place.
“Choke. Choke on my cock like the filthy girl you are,” Mike orders.
He releases his load into my mouth. I have no option but to swallow as he keeps his cock in my mouth. I let out a whine.
Cain moves his hips with long, deep thrusts.
“Happy.”
Thrust.
“Birthday.”
Thrust.
“Princess.”
Cain keeps his cock in my asshole, gripping my shoulders tight and digging his fingers in as he comes. Nate starts pounding me savagely from below.
“That’s it. I’m coming, hmm,” Nate says breathlessly.
Nate slowly stops thrusting and his hips come to a halt. Mike exits my mouth and wipes away my saliva.
Nate and Cain both exit my body at the same time and I let out a little whimper. Falling forward, I collapse on Nate’s torso and he strokes the back of my head.
“You did good…So fucking good, baby,” Nate whispers in my ear.
I am experiencing conflicting sensations in my body. While I feel amazing, I also feel weak and exhausted. I do not know how I am meant to attend dinner tonight.
I spentsome time freshening up, cleaning myself up, and touching up my makeup. I then put on the emerald dress, and to my delight, it fit me like a glove. I can’t help but feel incredible in it.
We get into the Jeep and I sit in the front seat next to Cain while Mike and Nate take the back seats. The radio is tuned to my favorite station, playing I Just Died in Your Arms Tonight by Cutting Crew. The volume is turned up high, creating an energetic atmosphere as we make our way towards the restaurant.
The car glides down the road and I can”t help but bop my head to the rhythm of the song on the radio. The catchy tune fills the air and I can feel my excitement building up. “I love this song!” I exclaim, unable to contain my enthusiasm. Cain has one hand on the steering wheel while his other hand rests on my thigh. It”s comforting to feel his touch and I can”t help but smile. In the back seat, Mike quietly sings along to the song, his voice blending perfectly with the melody. It”s a moment of pure joy.
I take a quick peek into the rear seat and catch Nate”s gaze. He gives me a playful wink and moves his head in rhythm to the upbeat music playing in the background.
“I”m really looking forward to our meal at the restaurant. By the way, could we take a group photo once we get there?” I suggest.
“Ugh, I can”t stand having my picture taken,” Cain confesses, his fingers digging into my thigh as he speaks. “But I”ll do anything for my princess.” Every time he calls me princess in his deep voice, I melt.
As we arrive at the restaurant, the Jeep comes to a halt and Mike hastily jumps out of the car. He dashes towards my door and holds it open, gesturing for me to step out. Nate, standing beside him, extends his hand out towards me. I take it and leap out of the car, feeling grateful for the assistance. Mike shuts the door behind me and I dig into my handbag to retrieve my phone.
Excitedly, I announce, “Okay, picture time!” Cain rolls his eyes at my enthusiasm, but I can see his amusement. As I prepare to take the group photo, I notice an elderly couple walking past us. I quickly stop them and ask if they can take the photo for us. To my surprise, I realize that the couple is none other than Bill and Babs, whom Cain and I met at the charity event.
Cain and I have a quick conversation with them and ask how they are.
Bill takes my phone, getting ready to capture the moment. Standing in the center of our trio, I feel a sense of belonging. Cain stands to the left of me, putting his arm around my waist, while Nate is to my right, cheekily cupping my ass. Mike, the tallest of the group, stands behind me, completing our little posse.
Despite Bill”s age, he takes a perfect photo of us. The three of them look dashing in their black shirts, while my emerald dress stands out gloriously. The photograph captures the moment perfectly. It is a memory I will always cherish.
Cain holds my hand as the four of us enter the restaurant. The space is dimly lit with walls adorned with stunning marble accents that seem to glow. The seating arrangements are cozy, red, leather booths and tables with immaculate white cloths. I can”t help but admire the intricate painted artwork that spans the ceiling, adding an elegant touch to the already exquisite atmosphere.
A friendly waiter greets us and leads us to a cozy round booth. I sit in the center and the trio settles in around me. The ambiance is warm and inviting with soft lighting and tasteful decor. After handing us the menu, the waiter asks about our drink preferences. I opt for a sparkling glass of prosecco while the others request a smooth whisky.
Nate and I gaze intently at the menu. I rest my elbow on the table and lean my head on my hand, lost in thought. Suddenly, Nate”s eyes meet mine and he plants a quick, gentle kiss on my lips. It sends a warm shiver down my spine and I can”t help but smile. Breaking the silence, I ponder out loud, “I think I might just have steak and fries tonight.”
Mike”s eyes scan the menu eagerly as he remarks, “I have a feeling they serve some extravagant, mouth-watering burgers here.”
The waiter approaches our table, excited to pick our meals for the night. After careful consideration, Nate and I settle on the classic steak and fries, Mike opts for a juicy burger, and Cain decides on a savory pasta dish. Once we”ve made our choices, the waiter kindly takes note of our orders and leaves us to enjoy the restaurant”s atmosphere.
The sound of a lively band fills the air, adding to the restaurant”s already vibrant atmosphere. The aroma of delicious food wafts past our table, making my mouth water with anticipation. I sit comfortably in the booth, taking it all in. Cain leans on the chair above my shoulders while Nate places his hand on my thigh. I can”t help but let out a soft giggle as I playfully remind them that I am too exhausted from our earlier activities to entertain any further ideas.
“The prices are exorbitant in this restaurant and I”m starting to regret choosing this place for my birthday dinner,” I mutter hesitantly.
“Don”t worry about it. It”s your special day and I”ll be taking care of the bill,” Mike reassures me with a smile.
Cain mutters under his breath, “I forgot you’re a mister rich kid…” I nudge Cain”s arm and glare at him. I can’t believe he said that; it was uncalled for.
Mike counters, his voice filling with bitterness. “Yeah, and it came at the cost of my family. Didn”t it?” His words hang heavily in the air as the tension grows between him and Cain.
“At least you had a family at one point,” Cain retorts back.
“Cain!” I shriek loudly.
Nate intervenes, his voice calm, but firm. “Guys, stop! It”s Tessie”s birthday.”
Cain shakes his head in disappointment, his expression revealing a sense of remorse. He locks both hands together and leans on the table as if trying to find support or stability. In a soft and apologetic tone, he speaks to Mike, “I”m sorry, Mike. I know that was a dick move. I shouldn”t have said that.”
Mike nods and gives a closed-lipped smile. Suddenly, he remarks back, “Hey, it”s cool, man. I get it. My mom loved me, yours didn’t. That”s why you”re a dick.” Cain responds to Mike”s comment with a smirk, saying, “Touché.”
They both laugh at each other.
Finally, the waiter arrives with our drinks and I breathe a sigh of relief. I reach for my glass of prosecco and take a long, satisfying sip. The bubbles tickle my nose and the crisp taste soothes my nerves.
Cain”s voice rumbles deeply as he asks, “How did you enjoy your first birthday treat, my princess?” My heart beats faster at the sound of his voice. “I want to experience that every night,” I whisper breathlessly. Mike joins in, “I think we can make that happen.”
A smile spreads across my face.
Nate says, “You”re positively impacting and changing us for the better.” I strongly disagree and respond with, “I don”t think I am. The things you”ve already done for me–” Before I can finish, Cain interjects, “And we will continue to do so, Tessie.”
“I simply can”t imagine how I would manage without the three of you now. You are all so important to me,” I confess, feeling my cheeks flush with the warmth of gratitude and affection.
They all smile at me like I just melted their hearts.
The waiter approaches our table, carrying a tray of steaming, hot plates. Nate can”t help but exclaim, “That was fast!” My mouth begins to water as I take in the delicious looking food before me. The steak emanates an irresistible aroma that makes my senses tingle with anticipation. Without hesitation, we all start to dig in, savoring every bite.
I can”t help but notice the steam rising from Cain’s plate of pasta. The aroma is tantalizing and I feel my mouth watering just looking at it. “Can I try some of your pasta?” I ask, trying to hide my eagerness. Cain”s expression turns serious and he glares at me for a moment before replying, “Did you order the pasta dish?” I feel a twinge of embarrassment as I shake my head. “Uhh, no,” I mumble.
“Then no,” he says bluntly, his tone final. But just as I”m about to look away in disappointment, he nudges me playfully and smirks. “Of course, you can, princess,” he says before lifting a forkful of pasta to my mouth. I savor the flavors as they explode on my tongue, grateful for Cain”s generosity.
Staring at my plate regretfully, I sigh and mutter, “I wish I ordered that now.”
However, before I could dwell on my mistake any longer, Cain, being the gentleman he is, reaches over and switches our plates around. It is a small and simple gesture, but it completely melts my heart.
I savor a mouthful of pasta and clear my throat before speaking up, “I know so much about you, but I feel like you don”t know much about me.” Cain raises his eyebrows and lets out a scoffing sound, “Believe me, I know everything there is to know.” I shake my head and continue, “You don”t even know my favorite color or animal.” At that moment, Nate sets his fork down and chimes in, “Well, why don”t you tell us what they are?”
“I have always loved the color green,” I declare confidently. Cain looks at me with interest as I continue, “And my favorite animal is a duck.”
Suddenly, they burst out laughing. I find myself feeling embarrassed and confused by their reaction.
“What”s so funny?” I ask, joining in on the laughter to hide my discomfort. “A duck!” Mike exclaims incredulously. “Why on Earth would a duck be your favorite animal?” I shrug my shoulders, trying to play it cool. “I don”t know, they”re harmless. They shuffle around and go ”quack, quack,” what”s not to like?”
Cain chuckles and leans in to plant a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Please never change, princess,” he whispers affectionately.
Nate chuckles and shakes his head, his eyes glinting with amusement. He lifts his head and turns to me, his lips curving into a smile. “Okay,” he says, “what”s your favorite holiday?” I pause for a moment, thinking back to the times I have enjoyed the most. “I do like Halloween,” I reply. “The whole dressing up and masks.” I notice the trio exchange a knowing look and a smirk.
I shift my gaze towards Mike”s plate and I notice that the burger buns have an unusual black hue. I can”t help but ask him about it, “Why are they black? Are they burnt?”
Mike responds with a snigger and says, “They are charcoal buns.”
We all finish our delicious meals and a moment of content silence fills the air, interrupted only by the faint clinking of silverware on plates.
Suddenly, Mike speaks up, breaking the peaceful moment. “Are we getting dessert?” he asks, his eyes scanning the menu. I let out a small groan, feeling my stomach bulging uncomfortably against my dress. “I”m too full,” I reply, sinking back into the booth, trying to relieve the bloated feeling in my tummy.
Cain chuckles. I swiftly turn my head towards him and observe a waiter standing beside the table, holding a stunning heart-shaped cupcake adorned with vibrant, red icing and a single, flickering birthday candle perched on top. With a gentle peck on my cheek, Cain takes the cupcake from the waiter, extends it towards me, and utters, ”Happy Birthday, princess.”
I lean forward to blow out the candle and peel off the cupcake case.
Despite feeling full, I can’t resist taking a bite of the delectable looking cupcake. The taste is heavenly. I playfully dip my finger in the icing and wipe a little on Cain”s nose. A giggle escapes his lips as he wipes it off with his finger and places it in my mouth. The creamy icing tastes delightful and I can’t resist licking it off my lips with a satisfied smile.
I carefully divide the delicious cupcake between us. While we enjoy our dessert, Mike kindly asks for the bill. I can”t help but feel grateful to have such amazing men in my life.
We start getting ready to leave.
“Excuse me, I just need to go to the bathroom before we leave,” I say, sliding across the booth while Nate and Mike stand up to let me pass. Before I go, I return to the table and express my gratitude. ”Thank you for tonight. It has meant a lot,” I say with a warm smile.
I navigate through the narrow hallway toward the bathroom, instinctively reaching for my phone to check for any unread messages from Rae. Suddenly, I overhear a conversation between a male and a female voice. Curiosity gets the best of me and I look up, only to find the two men standing with their backs to me, pinning a waitress against the wall and playfully teasing her.
They must have heard my footsteps. The men quickly shoo away the waitress, turning around to face me.
My eyes widen in shock as I recognize the notorious Ackley twins.
My heart skips a beat as I realize I am in close proximity to the dangerous duo.
I freeze like a deer in headlights.
We make our way out of the club and the chilly night air hits us like a ton of bricks. The alcohol I consumed earlier is making me feel incredibly lightheaded. Meanwhile, Rae is holding hands with a guy she just met inside the club–his name is Harrison Ackley. Despite not having spoken much to him earlier, he seems decent enough. Harrison came to the club with his cousins, Royce and Porter Ackley, identical twin brothers with dark blond hair slicked back and neatly groomed. They both stand tall at six feet. They are decent, but I wouldn’t necessarily consider them to be particularly handsome. The only difference between them is that Porter has a tattoo of the word Mother going up his neck. They both seem pretty posh in the way they carry themselves and speak. I can’t help but notice that they seem to have a lot of money to spend. They kept buying expensive drinks for me and Rae without a care in the world. However, I can’t help but feel uneasy about the way they treat the bar staff. Their behavior towards the staff left me with a sense of discomfort.
Rae turns to me and drunkenly as, “Bitch! Will you be okay if I go home with Harrison?”
Porter, who has his arm around me, says, “Don’t worry. We’ll drop her off at her place.”
I nod and reply, “Ye–Yes,” I stutter, feeling the effect of the booze kicking in. “I’ll be fine. You guys go ahead and have fun.”
Rae walks off giggling with Harrison, nearly stumbling over each other. I find myself still standing next to Porter, his arm wrapping around my neck. The smell of his strong aftershave invades my nostrils as we slowly make our way toward his car. However, my head feels dizzy and I’m almost stumbling, myself. I glance around and all I can see is a white car, my vision hazy and unclear.
A sudden and overwhelming sensation washes over me–the effects of the alcohol I consumed seem to hit me all at once.
Despite feeling drunk, I’m grateful that Porter and Royce are giving me a lift home. However, it’s evident that they’re not nearly as intoxicated as I am. As Royce jumps into the driver’s seat, Porter turns to me and says, “Get in the back with me, Ness.”
I’m taken aback by his mistake and can’t help but laugh drunkenly. “I’m...I’m...Tess,” I correct him, still giggling.
Without hesitation, I jump into the backseat with Porter, my mind still fuzzy and my body feeling unsteady.
Royce starts the car engine and yells, “We’ve got more booze in the back there. Give her some, Porter.” Porter reaches for a bag near my feet and pulls out a bottle of vodka. “Open,” he commands with a mischievous grin. I hesitate, but he grabs my cheeks and forces the bottle into my mouth as he pours the vodka down my throat. The liquid burns as it slides down my esophagus, leaving a trail of warmth that spreads through my chest.
The world around me starts to spin. Royce asks me where I live. I try to answer him, but the words that escape my lips seem jumbled, making it difficult to communicate my address effectively.
Porter pours more liquid into my mouth. My eyelids feel heavy and I struggle to keep them open. Despite my efforts, the world around me slowly fades into darkness.
I slowly openmy eyes and the first thing I notice is my ceiling looming above me. It takes a moment for my groggy mind to register that I am in my own bedroom. I slowly make out the familiar contours of my lampshade and the artwork adorning the wall. A sudden dizziness overcomes me and the room seems to spin around me. Panic sets in as I realize that my body is completely immobilized, unable to move or even speak. It feels like an invisible force is pushing me around and I am completely at its mercy.
“Fucking hold her still, Royce.” It sounds like Porter’s voice. I can make out his words clearly despite their muffled quality.
My eyes struggle to focus, but I can see a shadowy figure towering above me. The form becomes more apparent, revealing Royce’s figure, holding me down with a tight grip.
I summon my strength to lift my head, and as I do, I catch a glimpse of Porter positioned between my legs. Despite my blurred vision, I manage to focus on his face, which is contorted with concentration. I feel a sudden rush of fear as I realize the gravity of the situation.
Porter is inside me.
I freeze. I want to say stop. However, the words won’t come out. I lay on the bed and my body jolts, causing it to shift up and down the bed. I want to scream for help, but no sound comes out of my mouth. Tears fill my eyes.
A hard slap lands across my cheek.
“Wake up, you stupid cunt.” I hear a male voice say.
I want this to end.
I feel fingernails cut into my skin as I’m being held down.
“I’ve made her bleed, Royce,”
“So fucking what? Keep going.”
My vision slowly fades to blackness.
I slowly open my eyes and I look up. They’ve switched and now I’m being held down by Porter. A sharp pain shoots through my body, spreading like wildfire and making it hard to move. I can feel the ache in every muscle and joint.
I hesitate to look downwards, already aware of the sight that awaited me. There it was–the image of Royce between my legs.
Royce is now inside me.
“Porter, hold her legs open!” Royce demands, “She keeps trying to move away,” he says, his voice laced with frustration.
Porter releases his grip on my arms and reaches for my legs. I attempt to hit him, but my body is weak and powerless. My efforts are in vain as he holds down my legs, leaving me helpless.
Tears pour out my eyes down my cheek. The room spins.
I’m struggling to speak. All that comes out is “St...sto…”
I hear them let out an evil laugh.
Once again, I feel the weight of exhaustion taking over me. I shut my eyes to give in to the darkness.
I don’t want to wake up.
Please, don’t let me wake up.
Let me die.
I hearwater striking the surface of the shower tray. Slowly, I open my eyes, still feeling fuzzy. I blink and try to focus. I realize I have been placed into the shower. I sit there and I see two figures standing over me, vigorously rinsing my blood away from their bodies.
“Here, Porter, some bleach. Clean her. We don’t want any evidence,” I hear.
My body is being drenched under the shower stream of water.
My entire body is in pain as if every nerve ending is on fire. The burning sensation spreads throughout my limbs as bleach is poured over me and I can hardly bear it. My eyes are heavy and drooping, I can barely keep them open. Suddenly, I feel myself drifting away as if the darkness is calling me again. I let go and allow it to take me, enveloping me completely.
Weakness drowns my body,struggling to open my eyes. My body feels completely numb and motionless. A chill runs down my spine. The cold seeped into my bones, leaving me shivering uncontrollably. Droplets of cold water splash on my head, adding to my discomfort. I realize with a jolt that I am slumped in the shower tray, my abused body aching all over. I am bruised, naked, and can feel the chemical burns from the bleach. I instinctively curl up, bringing my knees close to my chest, and let out a heart-wrenching cry as tears stream down my face.
I had been raped.