12. Maddison
Maddison
I'm in sensory overload. Every touch I receive sparks electricity across my skin. Every sound, every moan, every grunt echoes in my mind. The floor underneath my knees and palms bites into my skin.
And the warm, rough, calloused palm of Ash's hand touching my face feels like everything. I can't pretend that I'm not touch-deprived, especially with the way my head nuzzles into his hand, chasing the feeling. The way my body lights up when these men touch me, grip me, pinch me, and hold me.
Far away in my mind, I know this is wrong. These men are savages, and they're taking everything from me. But right now, I let myself enjoy it. Even the way my pussy throbs with an ache I've never felt before, feels absolutely divine in this moment.
The life I live, trying to be beyond perfect, doesn't exist in this club. In this dirty, rundown club, I'm someone else. Someone who doesn't have to think, someone who doesn't have to act. All I have to do right now is feel… and I feel everything.
I can feel cum running down my thighs. I can feel it dribbling from the tight hole between my cheeks. I feel bruises forming over my skin from the way the men manhandled me. I can feel my heart beating fast in my chest. And I can feel Ash's eyes on me, just inches away.
I told him I couldn't handle any more. And I think part of it is true...
but a part of me also wants him to keep pushing me.
I don't want this to end, because I know the moment I leave this club, I'm Maddison again.
I'm no longer Angel or baby girl or whatever they want to call me.
I'm the perfect, proper Maddison, and I'm not ready to go back to her.
Ash looks at me in a way that no one has ever looked at me.
He told me I looked beautiful getting fucked by his men.
And in this moment, I believe him; I feel beautiful.
The way his eyes fall into mine makes me feel beautiful.
And I know it's so silly, so damn stupid to trust a word that comes out of this man's mouth, but his brute honesty tells me he's not lying.
A shiver of fear racks through me as I hold his gaze.
The man still terrifies me. This place still terrifies me.
Something in his eyes, showing his unhinged manner, makes me feel nervous.
The way his emotions swing back and forth, never staying in one place for long, makes me apprehensive. Though right now my body wants more.
And he wants to give me more.
His thumb slides under my eye, collecting a tear that leaks down slowly. “My seconds,” Ash murmurs. “I think they feel a little left out.”
I'm not sure what he means by that, my mind a foggy haze as my brows pinch together. He nods, beside me, towards Kai and Kaleb.
“I want you to make them feel good. They've had a hard day today,” his warm breath kisses my lips as my own heaves in and out of me.
He's so close, I could reach forward and kiss him, but I know that's not the right thing to do. His touch is muddling my brain. It's too soft for someone like him, too sweet and reverent. Cravings for it bloom inside me, even as he gives it to me.
“Make them feel good, my angel,” he whispers again, and this time he takes his touch away.
Embarrassingly, I whimper, trying to quickly bite it back. Heat flares hot in my face. When he strides away and falls into a chair, I feel instantly cold, the distance between us extinguishing the flames burning inside of me. I want him to come back, but I also want to do this.
On my hands and knees, I slowly make my way to where the eerie twins stand.
They watch me with their cold, dark eyes as I make my way over to them, my hips swaying with the movement.
With every step forward, I feel men's release trickle out of me.
I know they can all see. They can see my bruised and battered pussy and all their cum spilling out of it.
But right now, I don't even care. Right now, I feel beautiful.
I feel free, free in a way I didn't know was possible.
I stop in front of their boots, waiting. One of them slowly walks behind me until I can't see him, but I can feel him. They move like robots, and an icy dread slides down my spine. I already know these guys don't fuck like normal men.
I cry out when two hands circle my hips and lifts me off the ground in one easy tug.
I'm roughly thrown on my back onto one of the tables.
Manoeuvred like nothing but a toy. The room spins as my head hangs off the edge, hair swaying towards the ground.
Red lights bath me as my eyes dart around the room.
My upside vision is full of tattooed men in leather vests, music spilling out off the speakers.
I feel like I'm high.
The clones surround me, one stepping in between my legs and one just before my face, their cocks are already out in their hands.
My wide eyes flick between them, amazed at how identical their cocks look.
I didn't know identical twins transferred to their genitalia. It has my mouth watering with need.
I know they're not going to be gentle with me.
I don't know if these two humans are capable of gentleness.
They step forward at the same time, one cock notching at my entrance, while the other one brushes against my lips.
The man at my face wraps his hands around my neck but doesn't put pressure. Just a firm grip against my throat.
At the same time, they push into me, and I groan at the sensation. It's quickly cut off by a gag, as the cock head hits the back of my throat. Kai or Kaleb, I couldn’t tell even if I wasn’t upside down, holds it still, deep in my throat, cutting off my airway. His balls smash against my nose.
Panic floods my senses. My body twists and writhes, trying to dislodge him.
Just before spots sparkle in my eyes, he pulls out, and I suck in ragged breaths of air.
Streams of spit connect us as he pulls his cock an inch away from my face, and I'm wildly trying to get oxygen back into my system.
The man between my legs keeps thrusting in and out, not pausing to wait like his brother.
Tears stream from my eyes as I sob. Tears caused by a mix of fear, need, and depravity, and I can't deny the thrill that runs through me when he does it again, strangling me on his cock.
I can't breathe again. My nose is covered, and my mouth is full, and again, he pulls out right at the last second.
My face is covered in snot, tears, and saliva. I'm a coughing, spluttering mess, but it feels so damn good. I didn't think it was possible to come again, but another orgasm spirals through my body. I'm on the precipice of falling off a cliff that I won't be able to climb back up.
The fact that I can't tell if it's Kai or Kaleb who's stuffing my throat and blocking my oxygen doesn't really matter to me.
They are almost the same person.
He does it again, this time for longer, and his hand rests on my throat, feeling the way it bulges with himself.
It has goosebumps rising on my skin as I uselessly push at his thighs on instinct.
This time, when he pulls out, he roughly strokes his cock.
I watch it, hypnotized by the way he fists himself. It looks borderline painful.
My eyes dart between the twins, and their dark eyes are on each other. Their unfeeling faces look stone-cold, expressionless. It makes my heart feel heavy for reasons I can't explain.
The twin between my legs smashes his pelvis against me, and my pussy burns with overuse. Yet when ropes of cum spill from the cock next to my face, over my neck and chin and lips, I detonate into a crying, screaming pleasure. It feels so good it hurts.
My clit throbs with sensitivity and my ass still burns. I feel the cock inside of me swell before he spills inside me, just adding to the copious amounts of cum that already fills me.
Before I know it, they're tucking themselves back into their pants and stepping away, leaving me slumped on the table. Used and spent. My muscles feel like jelly, and I couldn't get up even if I wanted to.
From this upside-down angle, I see the men looming. They look so large, surrounding me the way they are. Some of them still have their cocks in their hands working themselves. Some of them lounge back with a drink, their eyes burning into me.
I don’t think I could take another... But if he asked me to, I would. My body is well and truly spent, even my consciousness threatens just slip. I feel like I'm in a daze. In some twisted sexual dream that I am trapped in.
Once again, my eyes find Ash. I can't stop searching for him. My eyes are drawn to him like magnets. I can't explain it; this endless pull towards him.
He lounges back in his chair like a king. Another cigarette trapped between his fingertips. He's barely laid a hand on me, yet he's turned me into this mindless heap of flesh.
He's got more control over me than I thought, and it scares the hell out of me.
Because there's someone else who has control of me, someone else who would ruin my life if he found out where I was right now.
My dad would burn this place down if he knew what these men have done to me.
And not because he cares about my well-being.
No, it’s my reputation he cares about. The reputation that would be sullied just from stepping foot in this club.
It feels like the ultimate act of rebellion being here.
Even though he'll never know, it has my lips curling into a sated smile.
Ash smiles back, his lips twisting into a wicked curve.
He looks too damn good right now. No one should look that good.
His enormous body sprawled out on a chair, a scotch in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
Dark hair curls down his forehead, and his eyes sparkle with mischief.
The thick erection strains against the material of his pants, and I can tell he is turned on.
I ache to go to him, to move towards him, but I fear if I do it on my own regard, I’ll never come back from it.
He watches, waiting like a dare, as if he knows I want to come to him, but won't do it without him demanding it.
One of his eyebrows rises in a smug movement as I tremble and come down from the high... still on the table.
Finally, I peel myself off the sticky wood, standing on shaky feet. Dressed in nothing but my heels, I feel exposed in a way that I bet few people have ever felt.
He says nothing, just lifts a hand and motions towards him with a finger.
It's enough. I listen.
Everyone is silent, except for the clack of my heels against the wood as I slowly make my way towards him. My legs feel like they're about to give way, and my core burns as I walk. I've lost count of how many dicks have been inside me tonight.
Stopping just in front of him, we are still the same height, even though he's sitting in a chair.
“Do a spin for me, my pretty little used-up angel,” he murmurs, and although my face burns with shame, I do it.
I let him see all of me. All the bruises, the marks and cum that covers me, slowly turning and meeting the eyes of everyone else in the club. When I'm facing him again, hunger burns in his eyes. He leans forward, he's hand cupping my sex.
“Is this pretty pussy sore now, Angel?” He asks, and I nod, dropping my eyes to where he holds me softly.
I don't know if I can take another cock, but with the way his is straining, I doubt I'll have a choice.
“Did my men make you feel good?”
I nod. I couldn't lie right now, even if I wanted to. He stubs his cigarette out on the table, blowing out his last exhale.
“On your knees, baby,” he mutters, and I fall to the ground. There's something about the way he utters his commands that makes me want to listen. “Take my cock out.”
My hands fumble with the button and the zipper. My fingers brushing past the curls at the base of his cock before it springs out hard and hungry. Pre-cum glistens at his tip, and I'm surprised by the way my mouth waters for a taste of it.
Blow jobs have always been something I have dreaded. Right now, the need to wrap my lips around him and make him feel good is so strong that I can barely hold myself back.
His hand comes up as he softly brushes the hair out of my face. It's soaked with sweat and tears, and saliva. His eyes shine as he looks down at me, but then something hard crosses his face, and in an instant, his hand fists my hair, pulling painfully at my scalp.
He says nothing as he drags my mouth to his cock and uses my face to fuck it.
He rocks into me from below and uses firm hands to push me down and down and down until I'm spluttering and choking on his cock.
My throat already feels bruised, but I keep swallowing around him, trying to let him deeper into my throat.
My breath soars in and out through my nose as he chases his orgasm.
“You make me like this, Angel. You turn me into this monster,” he growls, thrusting in and out of my throat like a man possessed. “So now you must swallow every drop of my cum. I’m your devil, and you do as I say.”
And even in the brutality of the moment, his hands on my skin feel like heaven, and when he explodes in my mouth, his taste makes me moan, and my legs clench for more.
I’m utterly and thoroughly damned.