by LP Lovell
"Preston?" I ask, my voice trembling. There's no response, and I start to panic. I can hear nothing, see nothing. It's complete sensory deprivation. Just when I feel like my lungs are about to burst with the strain of trying to drag in air, a light comes on overhead. I hold my hand up, flinching against the brightness shining straight in my face, blinding me.
"Hello, little lamb." Tobias' voice comes from the darkness beyond the light. "Number three wanted to meet you, but he's a little shy." He laughs. As my eyes adjust to the light I can just make out three shadowy figures beyond the reaches of the light. I can't make out their faces or details. "Say hello."
"H-hello," I say quietly, trying to control my nerves. Tobias and Preston wouldn't let anything happen to me, would they? I'm their little lamb, their sweet Ella. The thing is, for every time they make me feel safe, there's another time when they make me feel completely exposed, utterly vulnerable and cripplingly weak.
"Hello Ella." There's an edge to that voice, something almost familiar and yet completely foreign.
"You will submit to number three the same way you would to us," Preston says. "And remember the rules, sweet Ella. I would hate for you to reach four strikes. We are terribly fond of you."
I swallow heavily and nod.
"Good," Tobias says. 'What would you have of our little lamb, number three?"
There's a beat of silence and I swear they must be able to hear my galloping heart from where they sit. "Strip." One word that has shame and worthlessness crawling over me like insects. But what am I going to do? This is the game I agreed to play, the contract I signed. Theses are the rules and this is how the game is played...with three players.
I close my eyes and my lips part as I suck in a ragged breath. I reach for the zip of my dress, lowering it. And then I slide the straps from my shoulders, allowing the material to fall from my body and pool at my feet. Cold air touches my skin and my bare breasts, making my nipples tighten and peak. I want to cover myself from the burning eyes I can feel touching my flesh.
"Beautiful," number three breathes.
"Isn't she?" Tobias adds. "And her pussy is fucking perfect."
I feel dirty and soiled, reduced to nothing more than an object for their pleasure, but don't they bring me so much pleasure? More than I've ever received from anyone else.
"Let me feel." A horrible feeling twists at my gut with his words. "Close your eyes, and turn around," he instructs. By body acts instinctively, like a slave with no will of it's own. I turn my back on them and close my eyes.
I hear the creak of a chair and then nothing. All the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and my body hums in fear and anticipation. I jump when something brushes my neck, and then a single finger trails down my spine. "Spread your legs," he commands in a husky voice.
I hesitate for the slightest second and hear a low growl from further back in the room. Tobias. I slowly widen my stance, the hell of my shoe dragging over the carpet. The fingers trails further down my back, trailing over my arse and making me jerk away. A hand lands on my hip stilling me. "Breathe," he says.
Every muscle pulls tight, waiting but not wanting for once. His touch feels foreign, lacking Prestons teasing or Tobias' brutality.
His fingers slide over my pussy and his breath blows over my shoulder, making me shiver. His finger pushes against my clit, circling, pressing so expertly that I find myself pushing against him, wanting the touch of a complete stranger. Without warning, he presses two fingers inside me and I suck in a sharp breath, pushing up on my tiptoes to escape the intrusion. His fingers dig hard into my hip as he uses it to leverage into me.
"I thought you said she's always ready, Tobias?" He says, his voice low and gruff.
"She is," Tobias says, his voice drifting closer. I feel the air shift and then he grips my jaw hard. "Open your eyes." I open them and with the light behind me, it illuminates Tobias' beautiful face. Green eyes focus on my face, dropping to my lips. He forces my head back and leans in, biting my bottom lip. His free hand goes to my breast and he pinches my nipple, pulling and tugging until I'm nothing but sensation, desperate for his touch. Number three's fingers are still buried inside me and the more Tobias touches me and kisses me, the less intrusive his presence feels. My body starts to crave Tobias, crave a release. The fingers pull out and then thrust back in easily.
"She likes you," the guy says, and a satisfied smirk plays over Tobias' lips.
"Do you like me, little lamb?" He leans in, grazing his teeth across my earlobe. "Do you want me?"
"Yes," I breathe.
He pulls back, grinning. His hand trails down my stomach and the muscles quiver in response as my eyes never leave his. His fingers brush over my clit before they meet three's fingers. "How much can you take, Ella?" He asks.
He presses his finger inside me, stretching me to my maximum with three fingers now buried in my pussy. Tobias gently kisses me. "Good girl." They both start to fuck me and I wobble, clutching onto Tobias' arms for support. "Her ass is even better than her pussy," he says.
"Hmm, is it now?" Three pulls his fingers from inside me and I instantly miss the fullness of it. Tobias slides three fingers inside me, pulling against me until I stagger forward, colliding with his solid chest. Three glides his fingertips over my ass before pressing his finger against my hole. I flinch, my muscles tightening in response.
"Relax, little lamb," Tobias purrs, pressing his thumb against my clit, playing me like a musical instrument, strumming and caressing, pulling a chorus of moans from my lips. He pushes me to the very edge of oblivion and right when I'm there, frantic for that release, Three slides his finger in my ass. I feel violated and liberated all in the same breath. The pressure builds until I feel like I'm going to explode, and then, with a flick of his wrist, Tobias light the fuse that sends my body into a freefall of intense pleasure. A string of moans leave my throat as my body tightens on wave after wave of orgasm. When I finally come down, Tobias is holding me, watching me as though I may fall over at any minute.
"Good girl," he says simply, before carefully stepping away from me. A few seconds later he says, "you can turn around now, Ella." I do, turning to face the bright light again. My head is spinning and my body feels weak and shaky.
"Preston," number three says. "Fuck her."
Chapter
My back hits the carpet as Preston's lips collide with my stomach, kissing hungrily over my skin. He swipes his tongue once over the length of my pussy and my back bows, my body contorting with the pressure. He lets out a low laugh and sinks his teeth into the inside of my thigh.
"Always so fucking responsive, Ella," he breathes.
My fingers instinctively reach for him and I pull the tie from his hair before threading my fingers through the long strands. His eyes travel up the length of my body, locking with mine as he slowly trails his tongue over my clit in lazy circles. My eyes drift shut and I throw my head back as that slow burn starts low in my stomach. He leaves me and I want to cry out in frustration. His lips brush over my chest, neck, jaw, and then he's kissing hungrily down the column of my throat as his cock nudges against my entrance. I roll my hips and grab at his ass, forcing him inside me. My breath hitches just as his teeth snap together in an audible click.
"Fuck, Ella." He feels so good. I want him. I want Tobias. They're mine and I'm their's, and that's how it should be. I don't want three players. Preston's large hand cups my cheek, forcing me to look at him before his lips crash over mine. His kiss is hungry and demanding as he rolls his hips, driving into me. I forget about number three. I focus on Preston, I think of how hungry Tobias' gaze must look right now. I imagine what he's seeing and it turns me on. I bite down on my bottom lip and moan as I roll my nipples between my fingers. I low groan comes from Preston and he fists my hair, gritting his teeth as he thrusts into me so hard he shunts me across the carpet. He slides his forearms under my back, gripping my shoulders so he can fuck me harder. I feel consumed by him, owned and possessed in every way. Sudde
nly he yanks me upright, cradling me in his lap, my thighs spread either side of his. Our torsos writhe together and the heat from his skin seeps into me. I clutch at his hair, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
His lips crash against mine so hard my teeth break through the skin of my lip and I taste blood in my mouth. His tongue thrusts past my lips and he groans as his hands grip my waist hard enough to bruise.
"Turn around," he murmurs against my mouth.
I lift off him and he spins me around. I fall forward onto my hands and knees, and he's right there, cock in hand, sliding inside me. His thrusts are hard and fast and I have to brace against him. God, the way he fucks, it's like he can't get enough, as though he's trying to imprint himself on me. His arm bands around my waist and then he's wrenching me upright, forcing me to sit down on him as he sits back on his heels.
"Feet on the floor. Spread your legs wide," he commands. I do as he says, almost squatting over his hard dick. His long fingers grip my thighs, wrenching them so far apart that my muscles burn. "Show them your pretty pussy, sweet Ella. Let them watch my dick fucking you." I bite my lips as heat unfurls everywhere. Preston's dirty words, his dick, his hard grip; I love it. And I can feel the eyes of the two men in front of me watching, wanting. They all want me, desire me, and it makes me feel powerful. "Ride my cock," Preston orders, his voice strained. I do. I roll my hips over him, even as my legs go numb with the effort and my pussy clenches around him. I glance towards the two men and as my eyes adjust I can tell which is Tobias and which is the stranger. I focus on Tobias and even though I can't make out his features, I know his eyes are locked on mine.
Preston holds my legs wide open and with every roll of my hips he drives up into me. "Touch yourself, little lamb," Tobias' raspy voice comes from the shadows. I trail my hand down my body and even my own touch is enough to set my skin on fire. Reaching between my legs, I trail my fingertip gently over my clit and suck in a sharp breath. Preston releases his grip on one of my thighs and grabs my hair, wrapping it around his wrist and yanking my head back over his shoulder.
"She feels so fucking good," Preston groans, biting the side of my neck. I reach my arm up and fist his hair, pulling him closer, needing more. His other hand leaves my thigh and bands around my waist, pulling me tight to him. I need this. When Tobias fucks me, he makes me feel owned, possessed in the most erotic of ways. When Preston fucks me, he makes me feel desired, wanted in ways that no one else ever has. Tobias makes me feel like he wants to own me. Preston makes me feel like he wants to love me. The latter is infinitely more dangerous than the first, or is it? I don't even know anymore.
"Look at me, Ella." The command comes from in front of me, from Tobias. I lift my head from Preston's shoulder and Tobias leans forward, just touching the light. His elbows brace against his thighs and shadows dance over the beautiful planes of his face. Our eyes lock, my breaths quicken. His eyes dance with that unbridled power that he wears so well, and I want to bathe in it. I bask in him, crave him like that addict craved that little bag of white powder. My hips roll, riding Preston harder and faster, driven on by Tobias' gaze, chasing the orgasm that his eyes tease from me with a simple look. "Come for me, little lamb," he says, the words like the cracking of a whip. My finger presses harder over my clit and my pussy clenches. Preston groans, sinking his teeth into my shoulder as his fingers grasp my hips, forcing me over him harder. My body starts to tremble as everything starts to tighten, and just as the pleasure rises like a tidal wave, a small smirk plays over Tobias' lips. He sits back, disappearing back into the shadows as the wave breaks over me, making my vision blackout. Preston releases me and I pitch forward onto my hands and knees, only for him to slam into me and fuck me like a rabid animal. My head falls forward between my arms, a string of moans leaving me as he slams into me hard, groaning my name. It's feral and hot. He pulls out of me and I stay where I am for a few seconds, before lifting my head.
Preston's long jean clad lips come into view, his bare feet stopping right in front of me. I hear his zip being fastened and then a pile of red material is dropped right in front of me. He drops to a crouch and strokes my cheek before kissing my lips gently. "Get dressed, sweet Ella."
He stands and walks away. I sit back on my heels and feeling completely exposed under the bright spot light, I quickly slide the dress over my head, allowing the material to pour down my body and cover me. I stumble to my feet, and stay there. I'm not sure what to do next. Preston has slipped back into the darkness and I can feel the weight of three sets of eyes on me.
Tobias stands, swiping his hand through his hair. His stance is rigid, tension beating off him. "You will go home with Three tonight." His tone is clipped and I don't like it.
"I..." I trail off because I can't argue with him. I can't ask him why, so I just glare at him, my nostrils flaring. He's doing this because I disappointed him, I think.
"You don't want to go with him, sweet Ella?" Preston asks.
"No."
"There are a lot of things one must do in life that they do not like. It's called growing a backbone, something you obviously need a hard lesson in."
I grit my teeth and my nails dig into my palms. "I'm sorry I disappointed you."
He nods and walks toward the door. When he opens it, there are two men outside, holding up a black bag between their bodies. Tobias sighs as he steps to the side and allows the men in. "Figured," he huffs under his breath. "Just..." he waves his hand dismissively through the air, "put it over there."
"Oh, Ella..." Preston shakes his head.
I stare at the bag as the men drag it inside and let it fall to the floor with a hard thud. I want to ask what's in the bag, but instead, I pace, wringing my hands.
"You see, little lamb, you see what you've done?" Tobias asks, stepping close to me, lacing his fingers through mine as the two men unzip the bag, turn and leave the room without a word.
I turn to look at Three, but he's gone. I frantically glance around the room, but it's only me and Tobias and Preston and this bag. "Step closer, Ella," Tobias purrs in my ear, tugging on my arm as he leads me toward the bag.
"Oh, Ella..." Preston repeats, a stifled laugh threatening his tone.
"Look at what you did, little lamb."
We step closer and I stare down at the bag, peeled open like a split banana. There, inside, is the man from the alley, eyes glassy and fixed at the ceiling.
"You gave an addict enough money to kill himself. You put the bullet in the gun, cocked it, and handed it to him." Tobias chuckles. "You're a killer, little lamb."
"Welcome to the club, sweet Ella."
"Welcome to the game," Tobias adds with a joyous lilt.
"I didn't kill him. I gave him money, I—"
"Had you not, had you simply given him the one hit of herion that was in that bag, he would still be alive," Tobias says.
"You're too trusting, Ella," Preston whispers, his arm sweeping along my side.
"I..."
"Why did you give him the money?" Tobias asks.
"Because I wanted to help him."
"Did you?" Preston asks before pressing a kiss to my throat, his hot tongue skimming over my skin.
"She wanted to help herself, Preston, don't give her too much credit. You did it because it was easiest, because it made you feel good about yourself." Tobias brings his face inches from mine, his green eyes flickering with a wild edge. "The Good Samaritan." A deep laugh rumbles from his throat and Preston joins in, all the while I'm staring at the twisted face of the dead man in the bag.
"You took a gun..." Tobias says.
"And put in the bullet," Preston whispers, kissing me again.
"Pulled the trigger," Tobias hisses.
"Just waiting for him to fall."
"I..." I go to step back, but Tobias' strong arm acts as a barricade, not allowing me to move away.
"You should have given him the drugs, sweet Ella." Preston brushes a stray tendril of hair behind my ear. "That was the right cho
ice."
"Some people can't be helped." Tobias smirks. "And right or wrong, what does it all truly mean? What is the point when there are vices to both sides."
"Don’t do things to be a good person, Ella, it will only bite you in the ass."
Tobias points to the man. "He used to be a lawyer. A very successful lawyer, he was good at his job. So good his argument, his ability to find loopholes, let a murdering rapist go. A murdering rapist who ended up killing this man's wife."
Preston sighs. "Such a shame. Imagine how hard that must have been to cope with—the knowledge that your stupid decisions, your hunger for money helped aid in the death of your one true love."
Tobias grins. "In a sense, he killed his own wife. Oh, the irony in life, sweet little lamb."
I stare at the man, the man they called worthless, a stain on society and my stomach kinks and knots, acid eats its way up my throat.
"The depression. The guilt. It ate away at him," Preston says.
"Bit by..." Tobias pinches me, "bit. Until he just wanted something to make it go away."
"Much like you on that bridge last night," Preston says, "didn't you just want it all to go away?"
"Had you not had us, wouldn't you have just wanted to be put out of your misery?" Tobias' hands creep around my waist and then he spins me around, tugging me against him. "Did you judge him, little lamb? Did you believe he was inferior?"
My mind races because what is the right answer here? Is there ever a right answer with these two. My pulse skips and jumps, my mind reeling because I interfered. I stepped in, I pulled the lever when I had no business being involved at all. I'm playing this game because...because I have nothing else. Tobias and Preston, the money—it is my vice. It is my drug, my addiction, my high that I will do nearly anything for. Tobias' grip on my waist tightens and he inches his face closer to mine.
