Chapter 38 #3
That’s when Wesley chooses to cut me again. I hiss through the pain, watching as Jasper vanishes behind Sylas. I whine when Wesley doesn’t soothe the ache with his mouth like he’d done before. That’s when I get my answer about the reflex hammer.
Jasper roughly smacks it against my clit, making me cry out and my pussy spasm.
“Eyes on me, Lola Girl,” Sylas demands, tugging on the chain. My eyes snap to his, and my back arches as the pain sends a jolt straight to my clit. Jasper taps my clit again, causing my body to begin trembling.
I gasp from the pain as Wesley cuts me again, still on my thigh, but closer to my pussy that's clenching with the need to be filled. Thankfully, this time, he eases the pain away with his tongue, lapping at the blood and growling as he sucks, but then he’s biting down again, harder than any other time he’s bitten me.
I can’t focus; my head’s a mess, and my body is on fire. So many things are going on at once. The pleasure no longer conceals the pain, causing tears to escape my eyes.
“Please,” I sob. “Please!”
“Please, what, little fuck hole?” Jasper asks as I feel something press inside me.
I moan like a porn star, reveling in the feeling of something, anything, sliding inside me. He doesn’t slide it all the way in, but it still feels amazing at this point.
He slowly pumps half of it in and out of me before bringing it out and rubbing it against my aching clit.
Jasper repeats that combo, over and over again, driving me wild. I’m nothing more than a needy mess as my body coils tighter and tighter, praying for that orgasm that has been denied to me over and over while I’ve been strapped to this chair.
“What’s your answer, fucking slut?” Jasper asks, seeming a little annoyed that I haven’t answered him.
But I can’t speak. I can’t answer his question because I don't know what it is that I want, what I need. For them to fuck me? To make me cum? To use me more? To hurt me, pleasure me, hate me, love me? I want it all.
“You’re making a mess,” Jasper tsks. “Your cunt is leaking all over the place.” He’s right. As he thrusts the hammer inside me, it makes a wet sound, and as he pulls it out, I hear the sound of droplets hitting the floor.
Jasper thrusts the tool all the way in. This time, the rounded triangular point hits my sweet spot, making me scream in pleasure.
Jasper continues, and the guys join in on the assault of my body; Wesley with his slicing and sucking, and Sylas with his perfectly timed tugs on my nipples.
When they do it all simultaneously, I feel like I’m being electrocuted.
“She’s close,” Sylas announces as I writhe beneath him, struggling against the restraints.
I beg and plead, tears spilling down my face, the sounds coming from me are downright pathetic.
“That's it, Lola Girl. Be a good girl and cum for us,” Sylas praises, leaning over.
Chest heaving, I force my eyes open, and I whimper when I see him hold up a needle.
“Stay still for me,” he says before taking the needle and sliding it through my nipple at the same time that Wesley sucks hard on my thigh, and Jasper thrusts the hammer in and out of me, hitting my sweet spot over and over again. With all the combined sensations, I fall over the edge.
My pussy clamps around the hammer, my body shaking as I sob out my release. Every denied release sending it’s own violent wave of pleasure through me now that the floodgates have opened.
Another sharp pain shoots through my other nipple, prolonging my orgasm.
“There we go,” Sylas coos. “So fucking pretty,” I hear him murmur as everything fades to darkness.
When I open my eyes again, all three of them are standing over me, looming over my head.
Sylas lifts something big, some kind of clamp? Then moves behind me. “What are you doing?” I ask as Wesley grabs my head, holding me still.
What is that? What the fuck is that!?
With all the depraved things the guys did to me tonight, I can’t imagine what they could possibly do next, and I start to panic as Sylas puts the metal into my mouth. My jaw is forced open, my mouth gaping wide.
They stand around me, each of them lowering their zippers.
They say nothing as they pull their hard cocks free. I lay there, unmoving, unable to do anything.
I feel like this whole night was a fever dream, like none of this is real.
My vision blurs in and out, as pieces of tonight float in and out of my memory. I whimper, sobs wracking my chest as I try to focus.
With their cocks in their hands, they start to jerk off. Their grunts and groans mix with the sound of the blood pounding in my ears.
Sylas is the first to cum, letting out a long groan as he places the tip of his cock to my open mouth. He cums hard, jets of his release filling my mouth. I gag, trying to swallow, but it’s not easy in this position.
My jaw aches, and tears spill down my cheeks as the panic sets in while I start to choke.
I can’t breathe, and breathing through my nose is a struggle.
My struggle and gagging noises must set Jasper and Wesley off because they find their releases at the same time. Stepping up on either side of my head. Angling their cocks downward, Wesley curses while Jasper growls out as their releases fill my mouth.
I try to swallow, but it gets caught in my throat. I start to choke, gagging more violently.
It’s too much. I can’t breathe. I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die from choking on cum.
My eyes roll back, and the last thought I have before everything goes black is ‘you have got to be fucking kidding me’.
“You’re okay.” Jasper’s soft voice soothes me as I come to. I’m bent over, coughing something up.
“Okay, so that was hot. But also, sorry, Lola Girl,” Sylas says, kneeling in front of me. “Are you okay?”
“Okay?” I rasp. “You almost drowned me with your cum. No. I’m not okay.”
“To be fair, it was pretty fucking hot,” Sylas repeats with a chuckle.
“You’re crazy,” I rasp. “All of you.”
“But did you die?” Wesley asks with a deadpan.
I lift my head, shooting him a glare. All of their masks are off now.
Wesley leans against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers as he takes a puff of smoke.
“Did you learn your lesson, Lotus Flower?” Jasper asks, wiping my mouth with a white cloth.
“What? That my boyfriends are psychopaths?” I grumble. “Yeah. Lesson learned.”
Jasper chuckles, helping me lie back.
“What are you going to do now, use a cattle prod on me?” I snark back.
“No,” Jasper says with amusement. “We’re going to clean you up.”
“Ooooh!” Sylas says excitedly. “That's an idea for next time.”
“You better not fucking dare,” I snarl back. “I will chop off your fucking dick, so help me god, if you do that.”
“You’re no fun,” Sylas pouts.
“No fun?!” I shout. “You three just went all mad doctor on me. What more do you want from me?”
“You look sexy when you’re angry, Lola Girl. And your new piercings…” he trails off, biting his lip as his eyes drop to my breasts. “So fucking sexy.”
Piercings?
My eyes drop, and I gasp when I see two silver bar bells through my nipples. “You pierced my nipples?” I ask him.
“What else did you think I was doing with the needle and clamps?” he asks, raising a brow.
“I don’t know. I thought it was some kind of pain play or something.”
“You hate them, don’t you?” he sighs disappointingly.
I stare at them, biting my own lip. “No,” I sigh. “I don’t hate them. But they do hurt.” I wince when I poke at one.
“Stop touching them.” Jasper slaps my hand before moving closer to my feet.
“What are you doing?” I ask, leaning up on my elbows to look.
“Cleaning up the mess Wesley left,” Jasper answers, placing a bandage on one of the bleeding cuts.
“You really cut me?” I look over at Wesley. He grins, shooting me a wink before taking another drag of his cigarette.
“I’d do it again. And again… and again,” Wesley says, blowing out a stream of smoke. “Until you’re covered in my marks.”
I shouldn’t love this, any of this. It’s fucked up, and none of it was called for. Yet, I’m not mad. And, let’s be honest, up until almost drowning in their jizz, I found it hot.
“What are you not going to do again?” Jasper asks me when he’s done.
“Lie,” I mutter.
“You’re not going to go anywhere that could pose a threat to you without telling one of us. You’re our girl now, and while that comes with power, it also comes with a target on your back. Don’t make us lose you, Lotus Flower.” Jasper grips my chin. “We wouldn’t survive it.”
“I’m sorry,” I murmur, my chest tightening. I hate that I upset them. “I promise, I won’t do it again.”
He nods, letting go of my chin and leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead.
“Let’s go home,” he says before leaning back.
“Home sounds nice. I could sleep for days,” I sigh, closing my eyes.
Jasper lifts me into his arms, and I wrap my arms around his neck.
As we’re walking out of… wherever the hell we are, it hits me. Callie!
“Oh my god,” I gasp. “Callie. She must be losing her mind, worried sick about me.”
“My sister knows we have you,” Sylas reassures.
“I made sure to give her an earful while Wesley was dragging your unconscious ass out of the club,” he informs me.
“She’s another one who won’t be going anywhere alone anytime soon.
She thought having Garrett around all the time before was bad, now she won’t even be able to piss without him right next to her. ”
Shit. Poor Callie.
I mean, she did it to herself.
We both did.
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, I guess. The rules are different when it comes to these men. Now we just need to learn to play their game alongside them.
I’m willing to learn, but like anything else, it’s going to take time and practice.