CHAPTER EIGHTEEN | Onyx
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Onyx
I LET OUT A SIGH AS I disappeared into the bathroom where I saw a very large collection of sex toys in the bottom drawer. I feel like this is an odd place to keep them. Sliding it open, I spot what I want first. The jewelled butt plugs, two of them. One has a sapphire looking jewel and the other one is a black jewel. Perfect. It matches the ropes I’m already using. I could be a jerk and shove these into the men without lube, but I’m not a cruel top. I like to take care of the men in my possession, not be an insecure asshole like Kenan has been, I have no doubt this was all his idea. Beckett may be Kenan’s bodyguard, but he’s too soft hearted, especially when it comes to Kenan and myself.
So, I grab the damn lube and a few other things I see in there. Making my way back to the boys, I drop my treasures on the bed and watch each of their reactions out of the corners of my eyes. Beckett almost looks relieved, but Kenan pales. The fear, that’s what I want and need. I know there’s a trust between a Dom and their sub, but I expected Kenan to protect me while he was in charge and he didn’t. I’m nothing but his plaything, property he was trying to stake his claim on. The worst part about all of this is I was falling for him. Not was, I have fallen for him.
But this was all a lie. We were falling in love and it was all a lie. A song plays through my head, hitting me suddenly, reminding me of this. I grab Kenan’s phone off the table and turn it on, syncing the speaker to it and play the song for them. Loved You A Little by The Maine, Taking Back Sunday, and Charlotte Sands plays out. Listening to lyrics, I smile because this is exactly what I need them to hear. I press repeat, then put the phone down. The best part about the song, is there are two male singers and a female singer, only upping the shitstorm that I’ve found myself in and I hope the message in the words of the song sink in and hits them in the fucking heart like they’ve done to me.
Picking up the buttplug with the blue jewel and lube I head over to Beckett, the music loud enough that it drowns everything except this out as I dance to the music making my way to my sad little puppy.
I press a kiss to his lips and smile as I squeeze some lube onto the cool metal tip. Beckett’s brows furrow from sadness, his eyes pleading with me to not be mad at him, but he doesn’t get to fix this. This is far too broken to ever be repaired. I kiss his thigh as I use the plug to rub lube on his ass and slowly push it against him. He sucks in a deep breath as it moves into him, the suction pulling it in as he moans out, gritting his teeth, “Breathe.” I remind him, “Relax.” His muscles unclench and the toy goes in with ease, sinking to the hilt. “Good boy.” I say, nipping at his leg, using my other hand to tease his hard cock by barely touching him.
Phantom touching is one of my favorite styles of teasing,. I don’t actually know what it’s called, but it’s when I ghost my fingers over their skin. My sweet puppy’s bottom lip quivers as I step away, “Good puppy.” I say, watching his face as he moans.
Taking a few more steps back, I turn to the bed and pick up the other one. “Don’t you dare.” Kenan snaps.
“Oh, little wolf, you’re done calling the shots.”
“Don’t fucking touch me with that.” He snarls.
“It’s not fun when people do something you don’t want, is it?” I say, adding lube to the other plug, “Now, relax little wolf, this might sting a little.” I say, pushing his plug into him as he howls out, trying to move away from me, but the way he’s tied up, doesn’t give him a lot of room to swing. “Good boy.” I say, smacking his ass.
“This is fucking ridiculous!” He bites out in pain, all of his muscles tensing.
“Relax little wolf, and it won’t hurt so much.” I walk around his body and toss the lube to the bed, “Now, stop shouting or I’ll put something bigger in there.” I say pointedly.
His eyes widen and he closes his lips quickly as I run my hand over his body, letting my fingertips graze over the ropes but not the skin. The first play through of the song ends and it starts over making me laugh.
I throw my hands in the air and sing along to the lyrics, feeling my dark urges dancing at the edges. I want to do things to them, to make them bleed and ruin their lives like they’ve ruined mine. Bouncing around I let the music envelop me and take over, letting them hang there with their butt-plugs for a moment. I love the sight of a man hanging, the way the ropes decorate their skin. How the colors contrast against them. Kenan’s tattoos cover most of his upper torso and I want to sink my teeth into every fucking inch of him.
But I’ve spent years letting go of my anger and the person it makes me. That’s why I do this, the control, the relief, the security. I am in control, I breathe out as the music slows.
What made you think what we had was love. The lyrics play out, echoing around us. I am the fool.
Snatching the cock rings off the bed, I put one on each guy, pressing the button for them to vibrate on the low level. Next, I pick up the clamps and attach it on to each of their dicks, careful to not pinch Beck’s piercing against him. Kenan groans as I put his on.
Looking at his green eyes, he pleads with me to stop, but I won’t. Not yet. He doesn’t get to tell me he’s sorry, not this time. Lifting the dick gags, ya know the ones, they have small dildos attached to the mouth gag, I take one over to Beckett who opens his mouth widely for me, ready to take everything I give him. Fastening it behind his head, I give him a soft smile and then smack his ass with my hand. He jolts forward trying to thrust his hips, but the rope doesn’t allow him a lot of movement.
When I take Kenan’s over to him, he shakes his head, trying to pull his head away, “If you don’t open your fucking mouth, I’ll stick a bigger plug in your ass, without extra lube.” And just like that, his mouth pops open. “Good boy.” I say, pushing it between his lips as I tighten it around his head.
Stepping back, I take a look at my handy work, seeing them completely at my mercy. My flogger lays out on the bed, and when my fingers wrap around the handle a wave of relief washes over me. This is where I learned to release my anger and they’re going to understand that they can’t do this to me. They can’t do this to anyone, this is not how humans are supposed to be treated.
One flick of the tails against Kenan’s belly, that's all it takes, for me to realize that I can’t do this, this is only going to make it harder for me, I’ll sink deeper into the need and want I have to be with them. I need to leave, to take back my life and let them go. If I punish them, am I any better than them? My pussy clenches as I study both of their beautiful bodies and I know that if I keep going, I won’t be able to let them go. They’re doing exactly what I want, without really fighting me and I crave this kind of submission. They’re giving me what I want so I stay. And I can’t stay, not after everything.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” I say, picking the knife back up, making sure they’re paying attention. I have an idea on how to get myself out of this life and away from the only two people who have ever taken a piece of me. They can keep it, but I cannot stay here.
I move to Kenan first, cutting his foot free , then I help him use it to stand up. Once he’s stable enough, I cut the rope holding him up and his body falls to the ground. “Sorry.” I say, hissing as he thuds hard against the wood. Quickly, I undo his ropes and move over to Beckett, doing the same for him, only he doesn’t fall. He stands on both feet, holding his arms out for me to remove the ropes, so I do.
His face is full of sorrow because I think he knows what I’m going to say. I turn the music off and help Kenan up off the ground, “Hands on the bed.” I say, pushing him so he’s bending over. I grip the jewelled end and carefully remove it for him. A inhales sharply and exhales quickly when it’s pulled out. I remove his gag and take the cock ring and clamp off.
Beckett does the same, bending over for me right next to Kenan and I do the same thing, only he moans when I pull out the plug. I drop the last toy to the bed and take several steps away from the pair of them as they turn to face me. Their dicks are hard and staring straight at me, but I can’t think about how they feel inside me because I’m fucking heartbroken and I need to be far away from them.
“You’re mom wants me dead. You have some bitch you have to marry to keep the family happy. I won’t write anything, I’ll disappear and you’ll never see or hear from me again.” I lick my lips, trying to take away the dryness in my mouth but it only makes it worse.
“Onyx.” Kenan steps forward, pleading with me. “Don’t do this.”
“You said you’d do whatever I wanted. I thought I wanted to punish you, but really I just want to go. I want away from you.” I force the sob back as my eyes burn from the tears fighting their way to the surface. “Take me to the river, I have a plan.” I say, turning on my heels to go to the closet so I can put some clothes on.
Beckett chases me into the closet, pushing me against the clothes, caging me in. “P-please, don’t leave.” He begs, dropping to his knees as he presses his forehead against my stomach. I feel his body shake like he’s trying to not cry. My sweet puppy, crying hurts my soul, but he was in on this whole thing and I cannot just roll over, forgiving and forgetting this shit.
I pull away from him, even though my heart is telling me to comfort him, side-stepping further into the closet. I yank a shirt off the hanger and grab a pair of sweats from the shelf and bolt out of there so I don’t have to feel worse than I already do.
I’m greeted by Kenan, holding up my bag. The one that I had the day they kidnapped me. “You’ll need this.” He says. “I replaced the phone, so you can’t be tracked. It has a different number, but if you want to change it, I won’t blame you.”
I yank the bag from him, “The only person to blame for all of this is you. Instead of being a normal human and talking to me about the story you went too fucking far.” I shoulder past him, dropping the bag to the bed and get dressed quickly. When I turn around, I see both guys have gotten dressed and have their shoes on. “To the river.” I nod, picking up my bag.