Ella
When all three of them began to usher me upstairs, I ducked my head to hide my smile. I’d thought I could rig the game in my favour—daring Alec to kiss Rowan, nudging the balance just enough to feel clever. But when they kissed, I knew it wasn’t their first time.
That knowledge landed heavier than I expected.
Images followed—uninvited, vivid—before they turned their attention back to me, united, intent.
You could have heard a pin drop when I slid from the couch to my knees.
They made me feel powerful and powerless in the same breath. Balanced on a knife-edge where control and surrender blurred together. It kept me alert. Wired. But I’d learned how to exist there. I’d adapted. Acclimatised to their games, their expectations, the way they moved around me like gravity.
Then there was the tattoo.
It wasn’t large. Not gaudy or possessive in the way I’d half-expected. I’d imagined Nick choosing something excessive—low on my back, impossible to ignore. Something crude. Something obvious.
Instead, it sat higher. Intentional.
Nick’s hand closed around my wrist, guiding me toward the bedroom as if escape had ever been an option. The shading behind the ornate cross and skull was dark, gothic, intricate. Black layered over black.
The artwork didn’t frighten me anymore.
Maybe that was the most unsettling part.
Maybe I wasn’t being pulled into their darkness at all.
Maybe I was already learning how to inhabit my own.
Nick sat me on the bed and pulled his T-shirt over my head.
I lifted my arms automatically as the cold air licked over my bare skin.
Alec’s hand closed around my throat, firm and possessive, and he pushed me back until the mattress yielded beneath me.
I didn’t look away as he settled beside me—close enough to feel his heat.
Someone else stripped my shorts and underwear from my legs. Fingers brushed over me, barely there, not meant to soothe—meant to remind. I squeezed my eyes shut, breath catching as my body reacted before my mind could catch up.
“She’s so wet,” Nick growled.
All I could think about were his inked fingers—dark, familiar—slick with my arousal, proof of how easily my body betrayed me. How easily their games could undo me.
“Of course she is,” Alec hummed, his fingers flexing around my neck.
Rowan moved to my other side and cupped my breasts. Nick nudged my legs open with his knee, spreading me wider until I felt his warm breath against my pussy.
“Suck Alec’s balls the way you did mine downstairs,” Rowan said, brushing his thumbs over my nipples.
Alec’s hand slipped from my throat. I turned to watch him tug his shorts down. His cock sprang free, bobbing as it settled, but my gaze dropped to his heavy balls as I opened my mouth for him.
Nick lifted my legs and draped them over his shoulders.
And just like that, all three of them descended on me.
Nick’s mouth made contact. Rowan’s mouth locked onto my breast, sucking hard, and I gasped—just as Alec settled his balls over my mouth.
Fingers dug into my thighs as Nick grunted, teasing me with his tongue. I swirled my tongue around Alec’s balls before he pressed them to my lips. I swallowed what he offered, savouring the sound he made when I gently sucked him in. The heat of his cock brushed my cheek.
I wrapped an arm around Rowan, curling my hand into his hair as I arched for him.
Hot. Wet. Disorienting.
It felt right—even as I knew it shouldn’t.
Nick pushed his tongue deeper, and any sense of wrongness vanished. He held me there, unyielding, as he tasted me.
Above me, Alec fisted his cock slowly, the steady rhythm deliberate.
Rowan tugged my nipple with his mouth before releasing it with a sharp sound, then shifted, his hands working both breasts with purpose.
I reached for Alec’s cock, earning a low chuckle. He lowered himself, and I tasted the slick head, licking away his precum before taking him in.
“Just think,” he taunted, “this cock’s been in Rowan’s arsehole.”
I sucked harder.
And felt Rowan smile against my breast.
“Get her into position,” Alec said a few moments later.
Rowan pulled back, and they hauled me onto the bed.
He stripped his shorts off and tossed them aside before lying on his back, arms opening for me without question.
I turned and crawled over him. Nick tossed something to Alec, who moved in behind me as I straddled Rowan.
He adjusted my legs, then lifted my hips slightly, setting me where he wanted me.
“Sit on my dick, Ella,” Rowan murmured, squeezing my breast. “Alec’s going to fuck your arse while I take care of your pussy.”
Nick settled beside us as I heard the quiet click of Alec opening the lube.
It was a full house tonight—and I wasn’t complaining.
Nick caught my jaw and leaned in to kiss me. At the same time, Rowan guided his cock toward my pussy, and Alec’s hands slicked warm lubricant over my arsehole.
“Yeah,” Rowan hissed as I sank down onto him.
His hands bit into my hips, controlling my movement, forcing me to slow.
“Greedy whore,” he murmured. “Nice and slow tonight. Feel us.”
It irritated me how seamlessly they worked together—how practiced it felt—because it made me think of the women who’d come before me.
“Yes. Feel this,” Alec said as he rested his cock against my arse.
His hand slid up my spine, flicking my hair aside to bare the tattoo at my nape.
Only then did he press into me.
Rowan’s arm wrapped around my waist, lowering me carefully to make space for Alec. My lips broke from Nick’s, but he caught my throat and kept my gaze locked on him. His lazy smile didn’t match the burning heat in his eyes.
The cruelty, though—that lived in all of them, in varying degrees.
I winced as Alec spread me open. I clenched involuntarily around Rowan, which only sharpened the sting.
“Breathe,” Nick murmured. “Relax for them.”
He reached for my breast.
He wasn’t gentle.
The touch bit deep, and when his fingers pinched my nipple, my breath broke into pants. I groaned—then whimpered.
Alec gripped my arse and thrust deeper.
Nick released my nipple and began to circle the aching flesh with slow, deliberate strokes.
“Yes, Ella,” he said. “Take those fat cocks in your holes.”
He pushed two fingers into my mouth.
There was no pride left in me—not suspended like this between pain and pleasure. No dignity in the degradation.
Rowan moved beneath me, rocking his hips, as if confirming the thought.
“Our good little fuckhole.”
Nick shoved his fingers deeper, making me gag.
Alec chuckled—then tutted.
“Go easy on her.”
He pulled back and slammed into me anyway, hard enough that I gurgled around Nick’s fingers, spit spilling down my chin.
Nick rose and guided my mouth toward his cock.
I drew in a breath, steadying myself, then swallowed him—piercings and all.
“Airtight,” Nick hissed. “Good girl.”
Hands moved me in time with their rhythm. Every time I started to drift, Nick’s grip in my hair and the thrust down my throat anchored me again—hard, insistent. I stopped trying to disappear. It was easier to stay where they kept me. Easier to let the rhythm carry me than to fight it.
Their voices haunted my mind.
“Good girl.”
“Take it.”
“Tight fucking arse.”
“Oh, yeah. Just like that. Soak my dick.”
“So fucking good. What a good fuckhole.”
“Best damn fuck ever. Look at her—fucking herself on us.”
“Hungry whore.”
“Gonna come.”
“Now. Now. Now.”
My limbs trembled, arms flailing, but hands caught me before I could collapse.
“Come,” someone roared.
I tried to cry out, but Nick held my head tight against his pelvis.
Heat spilled down my throat as I came, pain radiating outward as I clamped down around them. The sensation swallowed everything—too much, too sharp, too intense to escape.
Wet.
Inside and out.
I forced myself to breathe through my nose even as my face was pressed against Nick.
A moment later, air returned.
“She squirted all over me,” Rowan groaned. “So fucking wet.”
They chuckled.
Nick lowered me onto Rowan’s chest, steadying me as the tremors faded.
And finally, I let myself slip into the welcoming dark.
Their voices continued.
I didn’t care.
I was as depraved as they were.