by Beck, J. L.
“We own you, forever, and always,” I growl as I lean over her body. The head of my cock presses against the tight hole, and I push in slowly, the ring of muscles in her ass fighting with resistance against my size. I grit my teeth and tell myself to go slow, my muscles burn, and my body is burning up with need. I have to have her. I have to claim her tight little ass. Pulling back, I thrust my hips forward, sliding all the way inside of her.
The tightness of her ass squeezing my cock causes stars to appear in my vision. I feel lightheaded. Fuck. Stella doesn’t move or make a single peep, and I remain unmoving inside of her, letting her adjust.
“How does it feel?” I ask, slowly moving my hips.
“Full. I feel so full,” she mewls.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” A long second passes, and I’m not sure what I’ll do if she says no. My cock’s already six inches inside of her. I could take from her, but I know this moment would never happen again, and with as good as she feels, I want to be inside her ass as often as she lets me be.
“Yes, slowly…” She purrs, looking at me over her shoulder. There’s so much trust in her gray eyes part of me wants to tell her that trusting me is wrong, but I can’t because deep down, I know I’ll never truly hurt her. Placing both hands on her hips, I ground myself and start to move in and out of her slowly. My muscles ache with the effort it takes me not to pull out of her and pound into her tight little ass.
After a short while, she pushes back against me, encouraging me to go faster and thank fuck because my control was slipping.
Upping my pace, I swivel my hips, listening as Stella’s breaths become hard pants. I’m so turned on, so ready to rut, I can feel the pressure mounting in my balls.
“Fuck, you feel too good. I’m going to end up coming soon…” I release her hips and move in and out at a vicious pace. Snaking a hand beneath our bodies, I find her swollen clit and press my thumb against it.
“Oh, oh, god. Cameron…” She gasps into the bed, and the sound is music to my ears. I continue to fuck her ass and rub against her clit, knowing she’s close to going off. I can feel her entire body tightening, growing tighter and tighter as we continue toward the edge of complete bliss.
“Shit, baby, come for me, squeeze my cock with your perfect ass.” I can’t hold off much longer, and thank fuck she starts to come undone then.
Like a present slowly being unwrapped, she sags against the mattress and falls apart, her body trembling her release barreling into her, owning her tight little body. Her ass squeezes my cock, and I continue to pound into her until my balls tighten, and sweat beads my brow. Pleasure zings through me like lightning, and my entire body vibrates. I can’t breathe. I can’t see. I’m blinded by and consumed with need.
Unable to hold off my release a second longer, I let myself explode in her ass, filling her puckered hole with every drop of my sticky come.
Drifting back down from my high, I pull out of her ass, watching as come dribbles out of her ass. There is nothing as hot as seeing a woman dripping come out of both of her holes. She’s been owned, and I’ll be damned if we let her go ever again.
“Fuck,” Easton groans from the chair, and I turn to see him jerking off, spurts of hot come erupting from his cock.
I give him my back and turn my attention to Stella, who is lying against the mattress, a melty mess of orgasms and come.
“Your ass is going to be mine again and again. It’ll stretch for my cock, and eventually, you’ll take both of us at the same time. You want that, don’t you? Both of us fucking you at the same time? Claiming both tight holes.” I tug her back by the hair and press a kiss against her forehead. She doesn’t so much as say a word and only grunts in approval.
Good girl. I’m happy she’s learning the rules. Learning who it is that owns her, that seals her fate.
“Roll over,” I order and move away from her. She does as I say, a sleepy look appearing in her eyes. I walk into Easton’s bathroom and get a washcloth, wetting it with warm water before returning to her. When I reach the bed, I find Easton beside her, his hand between her legs. He sinks two fingers inside her pussy, and I watch to see where he’s going to take this next.
“We’re going to leave and go to our class,” he tells her, his eyes burning into hers. “You’re going to stay right here. On this bed, just like this until we return.”
Stella’s gaze darts between us. I can see the apprehension forming there. Easton pumps in and out of her a little faster, causing her to lift her hips, seeking out pleasure.
“Shit, you’re our dirty little slut, aren’t you?” I hiss, my cock growing rock hard all over again. Stella nods, her teeth sinking into her pink bottom lip.
Easton slows, and she whines in disapproval, “What are you going to do?”
Stella is slow to respond, and Easton pulls all the way out, landing a hard slap against her pussy. “Oh… god… I’m going… I’m going to stay in bed. Just like this.” She pants, her mouth watering and her pussy quivering with need.
Easton smiles with approval, “That’s right, and you aren’t going to touch this pussy. Got it? It belongs to us. Only we fuck it, eat it, and touch it, do you understand?”
“I…” Her small body trembles and her nipples are hard enough to cut glass. Easton gives her no warning as he slaps her pussy again. “Fuck…” She cries out, pleasure and pain forming in her features.
“I’m starting to think you like getting your pussy slapped. Do you understand?” Easton asks one last time.
“Yes, yes…” Stella answers completely out of breath. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, drawing my attention back to her tits. I want to fuck them, suck them. I can see the juices of her arousal dripping down her thighs. Is he going to leave her like this?
“Good.” He moves away from the bed, and I can practically see the fire forming in her eyes. It flickers, fanning the flames of anger. He is. He’s leaving her panting, writhing with need. “And if you touch yourself or get yourself off, we will know, and it won’t end well for you. I’ll draw out your next orgasm until you’re begging, crying, pleading with me to make you come.” The warning is clear. Touch yourself, and you’ll regret it.
Easton gets dressed, and I toss the washcloth onto the mattress beside her, afraid that if I go to her, I’ll be tempted to ease her pain.
“Be a good girl and stay on the bed. Sleep, because when we get back in a couple of hours, you’ll need your strength,” I tell her, turn around and walk out of the room. The image of her completely naked, bare, and dripping with come will stay etched into the darkest parts of my mind for a very long time.
* * *
Classes drag on, and all I want to do is get back to our place and fuck Stella all over again. Even as innocent as she is, I know there is a darkness lingering somewhere inside. A piece that begs to be fucked and consumed by Easton and me.
I want to draw that darkness out, but just a little, we have to take special care with her, so we don’t dull out her light in the process.
When the professor finally dismisses us, Easton and I are the first ones out of the class. Without saying anything, I know he is thinking what I am thinking. Get home as soon as possible. Knowing that she is waiting for us, still naked, sprawled out on Easton’s bed is giving me a permanent hard-on. I need to get home, and I need to do that fast.
As soon as we get to the car, I notice something is on the windshield, but I need to actually walk around to be able to see what it is. Stepping to the front of the car, I curse under my breath when I see the bright red lettering on the glass. Immediately, I look around, scanning for someone who could have done it.
“Fuck,” Easton murmurs when he sees it too. “I don’t think anyone has seen this. Let’s go before someone does.”
We both hurry, I get into the driver’s seat and turn the car on. Right away, I use the windshield wipers to wipe away the writing. I know what you did to James.
“Who the fuck knows about that? The only other person b
esides us is...” Easton trails off.
“She wouldn’t have. She’s too scared of us.”
“Is she?” Easton’s question has me wondering. Shit, I don’t want to think about it. If Stella betrayed us like that… I don’t know what I would do. I don’t know if I could hurt her now, not after what happened this morning.
“Let’s not jump to conclusions. We’ll go home and ask her. Then we’ll figure it out,” I say, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter.
The normal five-minute drive feels like five hours, and when I finally pull into the driveway, I sigh in relief. I kill the engine, and we both jump out of the car. Walking into the house, a dread settles deep into my bones. What if she told someone? What choice do we have besides hurting her?
With Easton right on my heels, we head to his room. I push the door open and come to a sudden halt. My eyes scan the room frantically, willing her to appear. No!
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Easton growls beside me.
She’s gone. She fucking left. She betrayed us.
56
Stella
I climb off the bus and hurry down the sidewalk toward the hospital they’ve temporarily put Grams in. I don’t know exactly what’s wrong, but the nurse who called me sounded distraught. All she said was that Grams was crying and asking for me. I had never gotten dressed so quickly in my life. Leaving Cameron and Easton’s house without telling them might come back to bite me in the ass later, but I can’t think about that right now. I just need to see my grams, to make sure she is okay.
Walking through the spinning doors, I sprint to the front desk and ask to be taken to my grandma. She is in the closed wing of the hospital, a part that you need a code to get in. The lady at the front desk calls someone to pick me up, and I wait impatiently for that person to come.
When a heavy-set bald guy in white scrubs finally comes to get me, I all but run toward him. “Is my grams okay?”
“Yeah, I think the nurse overreacted a bit. She is new and still getting used to patients with dementia. Your grandma is doing much better now that we gave her something to calm her down.” Gave her something? I don’t really like the way that sounds, but I don’t say anything.
Instead, I follow him, a bad feeling lingering in my gut as he leads me through the hospital wing. With every step I take, the bad feeling inside of me spreads, and when we finally get to Grams’ room, the dread I experienced reaches a boiling point.
She is in bed, lying flat on her back, looking up at the ceiling. Her eyes are open but unfocused, showing me that she’s here but not really here. What the hell did they give her? I’m seconds away from opening my mouth when the blood in my veins freezes. My eyes are glued on the straps that are fastened around her wrists. They fucking tied her to the bed?
“Why is she tied up?” I all but yell at the man that brought me to the room.
“She’s very combative, and for our safety and her own, we were advised to strap her down until we could get her to a calm state.”
“Calm state? This isn’t calm. This is… she’s a vegetable.”
“I’m sorry, miss, but these are the rules.”
“Rules?” I scoff, boiling with rage. I know this is not this guy’s fault, but at the moment, he is the one here, and I can’t hold in my fury any longer. “How can you do this to an old lady? She would never harm anyone on purpose, she was probably just scared, and you treat her like a prisoner!”
“Ma’am, I need you to calm down—”
“Or what?” I interrupt him. “You’ll drug me and tie me to the bed?”
The guy takes a deep breath and I’m surprised by how calm he is. “Look, I know this is not ideal, but we don’t have enough staff to have a nurse with your grandma at all hours of the day. This is the option we have to keep her and others safe.”
I want to punch the wall, slam the door, and kick the chair. I’m so angry, angry with the situation I’m in, angry with Grams being here, angry with people who don’t care about me. But most of all, I’m angry with how helpless I am about all of it.
“Please leave. I want to be alone with her right now.” I shoo him away before I can do anything stupid. As badly as I don’t want Grams to be here right now, she needs to be.
The nurse frowns before turning and walking out of the room. He closes the door behind him, and I swear I almost burst into tears as soon as the silence of the room engulfs me.
“Grams,” I whimper as I cross the room, my hand circling her own. She feels cold to the touch, and I don’t like it. I miss having her at home, seeing her smile, listening to her stories. “I miss you so much. It’s not the same with you here and me out there.”
She doesn’t say anything, of course, not like I expected her to, but to hear her voice would be nice. It might calm some of the fear and sadness coursing through me. I unfasten the leather restraints and rub the red skin. Taking the lone seat beside her bed, I grab onto her weathered hand.
“I’ve missed you. I’ve even missed your attempts to cook,” I half-joke since her last cooking attempt is what landed us here. A long moment of silence settles over us and I bask in it, allowing myself to let go of some of my thoughts, to breathe, to feel. I hate that she’s here in this stupid hospital with these stupid nurses.
“I’m sorry I let you down. If I hadn’t been job hunting, none of this would’ve happened. We’d still have a home. You wouldn’t be here in this terrible place, and you wouldn’t be sedated.” Tears prick at my eyes, and I feel the onslaught of emotions threatening to overcome me.
I swipe at my eyes with the back of my hand to stop the tears from staining my cheeks. I don’t want her to see me crying when she comes to again. As if she knows how much I need her right now, she stirs against the mattress. Her head moves to the side, and her eyes connect with mine. I’m not sure if she sees me or if she’s just looking right through me.
We stay like this for a long time, me just holding her hand, her just looking at me with empty eyes. I wish I could help her, bring her back, and repair her mind.
A knock on the door pulls my attention away from Grams. Before I can say anything, the door creaks open, and a young woman pops her head inside. “Sorry, miss, but visiting hours are nearly over.” Ugh. That is just my luck.
“Thanks,” I mumble beneath my breath, feeling completely defeated.
“Grams,” I whisper, and rub my thumb across her hand.
“Stella,” she replies, her voice crackly. “Is that you, pumpkin? I missed you so much. I was so sad when a man came to visit me, but you weren’t with him.”
“Man? What man?” She must be talking about that nurse.
“He asked about you. I can’t remember his name right now, but he did ask about you. If I could just remember his name.” Her face scrunches up and she gives me a frustrated look.
“It’s okay, Grams. Don’t worry about it. Just get some rest, okay? I’ll come back to visit soon.” Hopefully, next time, I’ll be taking her with me. She doesn’t say anything else, and the light in her eyes dims a little bit, telling me that she’s slowly fading back into her mind.
Watching her suffer, seeing her and knowing she doesn’t really see me. It hurts so much, far more than I can put into words.
Releasing her hand, I lean in and press a kiss to her cheek and then turn and walk out of the room. Every fiber in my body is trying to stay with her, but I know I can’t. I need to go, and I need to find a way to take her with me next time. I know the guys said they would help me, but would they really? And if they do, what will they expect from me in return?
The walk down to the bus stop is short, but it’s dark and cold outside now. My thin sweater doesn’t give me much protection from the cold. I get my phone out of my jeans pocket just to be reminded about the fact that it’s dead. It died right after the nurse called me, and since my charger got fried in the fire, I have no way to charge it. Putting the useless device back, I wrap my arms around myself and keep walking.
With every step I take, the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Paranoid, I look around, waiting for someone to jump out of thin air and attack me, but no one does. I try and shake the thoughts away, but I can’t. It feels like someone’s eyes are on me, watching my every move. When I reach the bus stop, I shove my hands into the pockets of my sweater and wait impatiently for the bus to show.
I’m looking at the ground, trying to push the image of Grams strapped to that bed out of my mind, when out of nowhere, a hand comes and covers my mouth. In a millisecond, I’m hauled back against a firm chest, the manly smell of soap and pine fills my nostrils as I suck in air through my nose. Before I even have time to panic, he starts talking.
“We told you what would happen if you left,” Easton’s sinister voice coats my skin in darkness. He sounds angry, more than angry even. He sounds… calm, and if I’ve learned anything, calm is far worse than crazy. I try and speak against his hand, but the words come out muffled.
“Shut up. I don’t want to hear it. We thought we could trust you, and you took that trust and shattered it.” Easton’s clipped tone is a warning, and I close my mouth, praying for the best while knowing deep down nothing good is going to happen as he walks backward and toward an alleyway.
When he stops, he releases me and opens the door to the blacked-out SUV. He doesn’t so much as say a word as he shoves me inside, not so gently. Cam turns in his seat and the look he’s giving me, makes me feel so disappointed in myself.
“Grams’ nurse called and—” I start but instantly shut up when Easton’s hand comes out of nowhere and wraps around my throat. He pulls me across the bench seat, until my face is inches from his own. The feral look in his eyes tells me he wouldn’t have a problem strangling me right now. He’s killed once before, what’s stopping him from killing you now?
“I don’t care who called you or what they wanted. When we tell you to do something, you fucking do it.” He spits the words at me, squeezing a little tighter, making it harder for me to breathe. Anger pours out of him like an infected wound, and I shiver at the coldness of his words. I wheeze as he stares at me, and I stare back at him, not wanting to give up and show weakness. I made a choice, and now I’ll take the consequences.
