Chapter 20
Addicted to you
Lolli-Gag
“You’re slipping. You’re losing them. They’re gone because of you.” He laughs.
“Shut up!” I snap as I stand in line, waiting for my turn.
“Take them,” he pushes.
“I don’t want to,” I answer.
“Then keep spiraling.” He chuckles as I step up to the counter and the nurse hands me the cup. My fingers tighten around it and I throw it back and swallow them dry. The bitterness sticks and I gag.
“Happy?” I ask but silence greets me. I took the pills just to shut him up.
Jethro never stops, and I’ve about had it with his opinions today.
I wipe my mouth and walk away. “I’m finding them.
I don’t give a fuck what anyone says.” I know they are still here.
They can’t be gone. Not like that, and not without me.
Stepping into the hallway, a guard looks down at me and raises a brow.
“And where do you think you’re going?” he asks, and I smile.
“To see Master D,” I say, and he nods, following behind. We walk down the hallway and I wave to Cynthia and Tessa. They are Master D’s favorite nurses. They’re nice enough and help out when they can get away with it. Which isn’t often, but I like them.
“Don’t forget you have group therapy later with Dr. Petrova,” Tessa states, and I nod.
“I know… How could I forget.” I giggle then step into the room just outside Master D’s office. Carl gets up from his desk and walks over to me.
“Miss Lolli. How can I help you today?” he asks, and I giggle.
“Master D, please. Is he in?” I ask, and Carl nods.
“Right this way,” he states, taking a step back, letting me through. I walk into his office and it’s exactly how I remember it. Clean and controlled. Much like him. He sits behind his big mahogany desk, and when I don’t say anything, he looks up at me.
“Lolli,” he says calmly, and I smile.
“You’re here. Perfect,” I say, and he raises a brow, sitting back in his chair. “They’re gone,” I say. No build up. No pretending—just straight to the point. “They’re not in the cafeteria or the halls and no one remembers them,” I say, tilting my head. “Well, where did you put them?”
“They’re not gone,” he says as relief hits fast.
“Good, then take me to them,” I request, and he smiles.
“I can,” he says, and my smile widens. “But not for free.”
Of course not. Nothing here is free.
“What do you want? Me on my knees for you? I’ll suck the soul out of you if you give me what I want,” I say, twirling around.
“That’s a really great offer, but no, I have something else in mind,” he states, and I place both of my hands on his desk, leaning forward.
“You want to get between my legs? That can be arranged. I’m always happy to please you anyway I can.” I giggle.
“No, no—Lolli. Another test,” he states as Jethro stirs inside me.
“No,” he growls, but I ignore him.
“What kind of test?”
“Observation,” he replies, standing from his desk and walking over to me. “I want to see how you respond when given what you want most,” he says. That sounds too easy but I grin anyway.
“Deal!” I say, jumping up and down, clapping my hands.
“DON’T!” Jethro screams, but it’s too late. Master D gently takes my hand, leading me out of his office and down the hall to the bank of elevators.
“Are you sure about this my sweet Lolli-Doll,” he asks, cupping my face.
“Yes. One hundred percent,” I say as he smiles down at me. The elevator doors slide open and we step inside. He takes out a card, swiping it against the reader, and away we go.
Sitting in this room that is not the same as before. It’s warmer and my hands twitch with excitement.
“Where are they?” I ask.
“Soon. Have some patience, my sweet doll,” he says, and I nod. Something cold presses against my arm and I glance down to see the needle. I don’t flinch. I never do.
“What does this one do?” I ask.
“It gives you what you’ve been searching for,” he says calmly. Perfect.
“Do it,” I order, and the drug slides in. Cold then warm—too fucking warm. My body softens as the room blurs, the edges melt, and the sound stretches.
“This isn’t right,” Jethro’s voice comes in and out all distorted.
“I know,” I whisper, but I don’t care, because soon, they will be here.
“See you soon, my sweet Lolli-doll,” Master D says, kissing my cheek and leaving the room. I stare out the window, watching the trees sway in the wind, wishing I could go outside and lay in the grass while the sun shines against my skin.
“Hey, Little Riot. Miss me?” And my head snaps toward his voice and I see Jagger leaning against the wall, his eyes locked onto me. I leap from the bed and jump into his arms. He catches me with ease, and I press my lips against his. Alive. Real. Dangerous.
“You disappeared,” I whisper, and he smirks.
“I didn’t go far,” he states, grabbing the globes of my ass.
“Thank god. I’ve been looking everywhere for you guys.” I giggle as he places me down on my feet.
“Canvas,” Killian says, and I whip around and run for him. I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his throat. Pulse rapidly beating. “You look better,” he whispers, and I giggle.
“I thought I was losing my mind. You weren’t in the cafeteria. I searched,” I say, and he smiles, dragging his finger along my cheek.
“It’s okay. We're here now,” he says as someone else comes up behind me, pressing his body into mine.
“Giggling Goddess. I told you I’d find you again,” he purrs, licking the shell of my ear. I shiver at his touch.
“Well, if you didn’t find me, I was on the hunt.” I giggle.
“God, I missed that sound,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Where’s Vinny?” I ask, and he whips me around, showing me what I want. Vinny doesn’t say anything but he’s close enough to feel—to matter, and I reach out for him. He takes my hand, pulling me into him, then cups my face.
“Ghostgirl. I see you’ve been a bad girl,” he states, and I tilt my head.
“If you were watching me this whole time, I’m going to kick your fucking ass.” I giggle, and he smirks.
“You can try, but let me tell you a secret,” he says, brushing his nose along the column of my neck up to my ear. “I’m quicker than you.” Then he sucks the lobe into his mouth, biting down on the tender flesh. My chest tightens.
“You’re real.” I whisper, looking at all of them.
“Do you want us to be?” Lucifer asks. and I nod.
“Yes.”
Jagger steps closer, pulling me away from Vinny.
“Then stop questioning it,” he growls. and I shiver.
He lets me go and I walk over to sit on the bed, already feeling the effects of the drug.
and it's making me sluggish. The room feels safer now.
Like everything finally lined up the way it was supposed too.
They move closer, all of them. Not fighting.
Not pulling. Just here—with me. Killian's gaze sharpens.
Lucifer's smile deepens. Jagger's breath steadies. and Vinny watches. Good.
“I’ve really missed you all.” I say as Jagger's hand brushes mine.
“Yeah? Me too.” he says. then Lucifer leans in.
“You shouldn’t be alone,” he says, and I giggle.
“I’m not.” Not anymore. My head tilts back as my body relaxes into the moment, into them. Something feels right… too right, but somewhere far away, something shifts. Cold. Clinical. Wrong. But it doesn’t reach me. Not here. Not with them. My smile widens.
“Stay,” I whisper, and they do. And as they close in, the space between us disappears and I let myself sink into it.
Hands brush my skin, lips caress my neck, fingers pull at my clothes, and before I can take another breath, I’m bare for them as they circle around me.
“Touch me. Fill me. Make me feel alive,” I beg as Jagger cups my face, looking down at me.
“Open,” he commands, pressing his dick against my lips. I part them, letting him sink down my throat, making him groan.
“Just like that,” he says as someone lifts my hips and spreads my legs, running the tip of their cock up and down my slit.
“She’s fucking soaked,” Lucifer growls as I swallow around Jagger.
“I bet she is,” Jagger groans as my arms are pulled and dicks are placed in my hands. I wrap my fingers around their length, pumping them hard and fast.
“Tighter, Ghostgirl. Make it hurt,” Vinny moans as I circle my thumb over his tip. “Yes, fuck you feel so good,” he growls, thrusting into my hand. Lucifer slams into me, and I tighten around him, rolling my hips.
A finger finds my clit, flicking it, and I jolt but whimper around Jagger’s cock.
“Faster, Canvas,” Killian growls as Lucifer slaps my clit. I jolt, then Jagger gags me as spit seeps down my chin.
“She’s fucking perfect,” Lucifer groans, and everyone hums in agreement.
We all find the perfect rhythm as they take everything I have to give.
Ripping orgasm after orgasm from every part of my body.
I’m dripping with sweat, and they switch, filling all my holes.
I feel full and stretched, moaning any chance I get.
Once they’ve all had a turn, they pull out and paint my body with their cum. Covering my scars.
“The perfect Canvas,” Killian whispers as they take their fingers and finish painting me, rubbing me, making sure the mess they made seeps into my skin.
I take a deep breath then feel their tongues cleaning me, cleansing me together.
I stare in awe as they do. Licking, biting, pinching, which only brings on another earth shattering orgasm that has me convulsing against the bed and screaming every one of their names.
My fingers curl into the sheets as my breathing slows.
My eyes are hooded, and I lick my lips staring at them with a hunger for more.
The bed warps into something bigger, something we can all fit into, and they climb in, wrapping themselves around me like second skin.
I sink into them—into the version of reality that finally makes sense, because whatever Master D is doing—whatever this test is…
I don’t care, not if it feels like this.
I’m exactly where I want to be, and I don’t even realize what’s being taken from me, but I don’t really care.
I should, because somewhere in the back of my mind, my body pinches.
Something pulls deep inside me, poking and prodding at my insides, and a blood curdling scream leaves my throat as white light flashes through my mind, and I see it—four nurses standing around me and someone between my legs.
I shiver as another scream leaves my throat and cold metal drags against my inner thigh and something bangs against the table.
“Extraction complete. Test three successful.”
I blink and the room darkens, but my guys are still wrapped tightly around me. Soft snores greet my ears and I take a deep breath as my eyes get heavy and sleep takes me under.