Seven Deadly Sinners: A Reverse Harem Romance
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All I want is Damien. I have to find my way back to him.
If he wants me. And I know he's conflicted; I know he was going to sell me. What I don't really know is if he ever wanted me at all. I breathe, trying to focus on inhaling and exhaling, dropping my body down to the floor. I'm lifeless and numb. I let him down and don't know if being good will mean that I'm worth selling, or if it can truly lead to forgiveness.
I wish I could hate Damien. Damien, the man who shouldn't seem different than my father. My father would sell me. Damien would sell me.
But right now I want to cash in on what's left of my soul to save Damien's. I fear that no one will ever see the man behind the sadness, the anger. He's lonely. I couldn’t see any of this about him until it was too late and I had already thrown it away. But maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance to save at least Damien. I’ll get far away from him and maybe that'll be my final chance to not disappoint him.
My stomach is in knots. I don’t know what the hell I'm supposed to do. I wouldn’t know how to figure it out if I even thought I could.
Sarah
"Sarah," I hear a man moan my name.
A man that isn’t Damien.
I turn and see him standing in front of my doorless door frame. His body is like a magnet to my attraction, but I have to ignore it.
"You're..." Here? I can't form the word. I can't breathe. I don't want to betray Damien. I don't care how attracted to that voice I am. I have to ignore it.
Why is he here? Is that…oh God, is this TD?
Oh God, did Damien already sell me?
I betray him, and he sells me right away. I guess that is fair but I want to die.
Sure, I want to fuck TD. But I need Damien. How can I have no interest in men and then have two that I desperately want?
Who the hell am I?
"Damien told me that you have been quite the busy little girl. I’m TD. Trevor Davries.” He stalks toward me. Sits next to me on the bed. "Are you still planning to run?" He looks in my eyes and I know, if I lie, he'll know.
"I don't want to leave Damien," I answer. That's the truth.
Trevor laughs, and it stings. Damien only let me out of the study and hefted me off to my room after several hours. He wouldn't talk to me. I didn't dare to talk to him. And Trevor laughs? It pisses me off. Trevor is so fucking cocky and I don't know how I can find it attractive.
But then I see how he smiles while he's laughing at me and I know. God, Trevor is like the devil of sex. He's pure perfection and devilishly aware of it. One of his fingers strokes up my bare arm. The chills, evident to us both, further serve to amuse him. My nipples get rock hard at his touch. It burns in an exciting, dizzying way.
I can't do this. He can't. I need to figure out what the hell is going on. "Does Damien know you're here? Did he—did you --"
"I know."
Damien is walking through the doorway now. All the breath falls out of my lungs, crashing like broken glass from a bullet's impact. "Damien, I--" Trevor's mouth closes over mine. I want to kiss him but I push away.
"No, let him kiss you. I know you want him," Damien says. I don't understand. I search for the wounds of his previous pain. Is this is a test?
"Will it make you happy, Damien?" I plead. "Is that what you want?"
Trevor laughs again and pulls me onto his lap. Damien walks behind my back and presses his mouth to my neck. "Yes, baby girl. It would make me very happy to taste what I know you want to give me."
"But--" I squirm on Trevor's lap. He pulls my wrists behind my back and Damien pulls them to his cock.
"You're gonna fuck us both, Sarah. You want us both, don't you?" Damien says.
I'm paralyzed. I need Damien to know how much I care about him. I don't want this to be a test.
"Stop!" I cry out, shaking my hands and my body. They're both pinning me down so I don't accomplish much movement, but both of them still continue. "Let me up!" I narrow my eyes at Trevor.
Trevor releases me and I jump to a stand. I step back several feet because they are both so much taller than me that it feels almost impossible for me to have enough space.
I put my hands up in a 'stop' motion. Thankfully, neither one of them is actively pursuing me and they’re letting me have my space -- at least right now. "I don't want to be tested. I don't want you to be testing me, Damien. I don't know how to trust that--"
"You want to talk about trust?" Damien says and I see the wounds rise to the surface.
I rush to him, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my head against his chest. I can feel his fists are balled next to me but not holding me. "I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I wasn't going to leave. I should have stopped. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I'm trying not to cry.
"Shh," Trevor says, and I feel him behind me. "He knows. You both are too goddamn stubborn to see what's right in front of you. You haven't even fucked and you are already an old married couple in your own twisted little way. It's cute."
"Your sense of humor is severely twisted," Damien says, but his voice is light now. Has his pain melted away? Did Trevor diffuse him with his bout of humor?
I look up and kiss the bottom of Damien's chin. Damien's eyes look at me with so much emotion.
"I know this, Sarah, you wanted to run until I showed you to buyers. You gave yourself to me...and you came alive when you met Trevor," Damien says.
Oh shit.
"Damien, I..." I want to tell him that I love him. But this is all so wrong. I can't.
"You don't have to worry," Trevor says.
I can't explain it. I shouldn't trust him. But everything about Trevor makes my head scream. He makes my whole body scream.
"Let us take care of you," Damien says. His voice is thick with lust.
He said 'us' and that means...
Both.
How can this be happening? Why isn't Damien mad? Why isn't Damien jealous? And if I love Damien like I know I do, how can I be okay with this? More than okay with it. I want this.
"Damien," I say, and I can hear how frantic my voice is. I look into his eyes, hold his face to look at me. "I can't hurt you again," I tell him. That's the truth.
He takes both my wrists and holds them over my head. "Baby girl, I'm going to fuck you with Trevor so damn good you won't remember anything before that moment when we both slam inside you. I need this; I want this. You want to be a good girl?"
Fuck, that's my goddamn undoing. My pussy aches instantly and even though I'm overwhelmed, I can let go. I'm safe with Damien. I trust him.
Trevor puts his hand flat on my heart. It isn't about my breast, not right now, I realize. His eyes are searching mine like he can read everything about me from a single look that pours out my soul into his mind. That's what it feels like. "Are you okay?"
I nod. "I am." That's the truth. This is really happening. We all want it.
Maybe I should wonder why I'm getting sold on the Virgin Market yet I'm...not going to be a virgin very soon. After what Damien said, I don't think he's going to tease me. No, I think that I am really giving my virginity to Damien and Trevor like all the fantasies that played in my mind.
Trevor's hand drops to tear down my nightgown. It is a flimsy fabric that was sheer anyway, but I gasp at the sensation of it pulling off me and the air hitting my bare skin. My nipples are hard and pressed out far because of how Damien is holding my hands up. Trevor returns with rope and ties my wrists, and then they direct me out of my room and to Damien's bedroom. They take me to the center of Damien's massive bed and secure my tied wrists to a hook I now see in the ceiling. A ring I suppose is for this exact purpose.
Damien's mouth is on mine in a quick kiss, punishing in how quickly it disappears. I moan as he trails his mouth down until he's tearing off my panties with his teeth. His fingers dip inside my dripping pussy and I cry out. Trevor brings his fingers to curl into my pussy, and he takes the sopping arousal right to my ass. I yelp.
Oh God.
They are going to...
Trevor presses his fingers to the tight ring of my forbidden back door, and knocks with a simple tap. His sense of humor is boundless...I try to think about the feel of my knees on the silk bedding of Damien's bed. Damien slides three of his fingers inside my pussy and I scream with pleasure. I'm so full, and he's filling me up as my body adjusts to him and I'm seeing stars. My pussy squeezes around his fingers.
"Breathe out and press out against me while I fuck your ass, baby girl," Trevor says, and he sinks his teeth into my neck. It shocks me, and my brain stutters for a moment. Damien's fingers start to pump inside me and I obey. It is all I can do to breathe, but as Trevor's fingers press into my ass, Damien's are in my pussy. I am so full that I can't even imagine how it will feel for their cocks to both fuck me.
"Oh God," I cry out. I already need to come. "Please, please," I start yelping.
Trevor's teeth release me and his tongue follows. "You want to come while we both finger fuck you, don't you? I knew you were going to be such a good cum slut. Beg me, baby girl, tell me you're our cum slut," Trevor says all that while I'm trying to focus on breathing I'm so close to coming.
"Fuhh, fuck," I groan. "Please, I need to come. I'll be such a good cum slut, just please let me come," I beg. I'm out of any state of mind where I might be embarrassed to say such things. There's something dark and delicious in not just him saying those things to me, but in me saying them back to him. I'm turning into a slut for them and I'm happy to be a slut for every damn orgasm they have to offer. Begging for it makes it even hotter. I don't know who I was, but I know who I am now. I'm the woman who wants to belong to these two men. I want to do anything and everything they command.
Damien's teeth and tongue torture one of my nipples. I'm groaning and sighing, bordering on whimpering for their touches to increase enough that I can come now.
Trevor slaps my ass and makes my body vibrate from everywhere they are so intensely touching me. I'm whimpering now. The sensation is almost too much to bear. The motion ignites every oversensitive place on my body and I feel rippling waves of sensation overtaking me.
"Come for us, Sarah," Damien says.
Oh, God, finally. I don't have to be told again. That aching heartbeat fluttering at my pussy takes over and I'm thrashing against them with the quakes of an orgasm.
“That’s right, baby girl. Now you’re ready to take our cocks,” Trevor purrs at me, dark lust in his voice.
Cocks? Fuck, I’m so wet, and I’m still trembling from that orgasm they just tore from my body and now…they are really going to take my virginity. I want to give it to them. I thought I would be more frightened in this moment, but I’m just filled with need.
And soon? I’ll be filled with their cocks. Trevor’s hand scoops a heaping load of my sticky cum off my pussy, making me whimper because I’m still so sensitive. He rubs it on the purple head of his cock and then down the length. It amazes me, looking at him fist that huge cock.
“Hand her over,” Trevor says to Damien. Trevor lies back on the bed, holding his cock up for me. For my ass.
My legs shake and I’m trembling, ready for him. How can I be so ready for him? I don’t know, but I have to be. I want to be.
Damien lifts me up and slides my pussy down on his cock. I’m wet and tight and he’s a snug fit. So snug I don’t know how in the hell Trevor’s equally huge cock is going to fit in my ass at all, much less as deep as he lubed up for.
But I’m such a little slut right now; I can’t wait to find out how I’ll fit Damien in my pussy and Trevor in my ass.
Trevor’s hands are on my ass and he’s lowering me down onto him.
My ass is so tight to his knock on my backdoor and I try not be resistant. I breathe out and try to focus on how good Damien’s cock feels in my pussy. He’s stretching me. I can feel my inner walls working to accommodate the massive girth of his cock in me.
“Push out against me, and keep breathing. You can take me, Sarah,” Trevor says in a sweet voice but that sweet voice is dripping with sin.
I do as he says, breathing and pushing out against him. His cock slides past the first tight ring of my ass and it burns. It burns so good. I’m desperate to take more of him. I have never felt anything like this is my life. My voice stops in my throat when I try to vocalize the feeling of Trevor’s massive cock sliding past a second ring and deep into my ass until I feel the base of his stomach and how tight and snug the fit is.
Damien’s cock is claiming my pussy. Trevor’s cock is owning my ass. Together, they have me so full I feel like my whole body is jam packed with cock.
They both start pumping, Damien standing in front of the bed and fucking me, Trevor holding me down and lifting me up and down to impale his cock in my ass. They aren’t going very fast for a few moments, and my body stretches and melds to them.
I whimper with need, the sensations building within me so intense I think I might pass out if they speed up.
They do speed up pumping into me. I groan with need and I squeeze down on their cocks in me, do my best to move in time with them and roll my hips. Trevor and Damien are holding me and making sure that I take every last inch of their cocks.
“Don’t go easy on me. If we’re doing this, give it all to me,” I moan out the words, panting heavily. This is the most incredible thing in the world. I knew I wanted Damien to have my virginity. I knew I wanted to fuck Trevor, too. But this? Holy fuck this is this hottest thing to ever happen to me.
“If you say so,” Damien says. Trevor’s hand trail up my breast and he twists my nipples, making me scream out.
And they both fuck me so hard and so fast that I take a second to register the heat they fill me up with. Jetting spurts of cum deep within me heat my body up and send me over the edge. Trevor brings a hand to my clit and works a zig-zagging motion around the clit, then on it, and that’s it for me. I scream out, “I’m coming,” and I mean it. I strangle those cocks, milking every last drop of their cum out, and I forget to breathe. I almost black out the sensation is so intense.
When we all start to breathe semi-normally, they each pull out me, at the same time. They do it slowly, but I can’t help but yell. Despite not being full of cock, the cum in my pussy and ass leaves me with an erotic weight inside of me that wasn’t before. Big toys shoot big loads. My sticky thighs prove I wasn’t doing so bad myself.
"Time to clean you up, princess," Trevor says with a purr in his voice that makes my body flash like a traffic light with lust. I'm off, I'm on, I'm unable to resist that sound and have to respond, a moan escaping my lips.
Damien's arms wrap around my trembling body. I'm overwhelmed not just with need but with the exhaustion from the ecstasy they've washed over me. "I've got you," he says, his lips grazing my ear as I wrap my arms around his neck.
I shiver. "Thank you," I say, pressing my lips together and kissing his cheek. I let myself fall against him and he has my full weight in his arms.
Trevor runs his fingers through my hair, brushing it away from my face. He looks at me with something more than lust, and it makes me burn. What's happening? Things with Damien were confusing enough.
Things with Damien, Trevor, and I, are so complicated I may never want to think again. I want to exist in a world where they never stop touching me.
They carry me to the bathroom and the enormous shower in this bathroom makes me gasp.
More than enough room for the three of us, I think instantly.
Damien bounces me up on his leg and then I'm wrapping my legs around him. I'm panting a little, the feel of his hard body against my own body.
Trevor turns on the water, several shower heads all pointing toward the center.
Damien takes me to that central point in the shower and he presses me against the cold tiles of the shower wall. I gasp at the feel of them against my back. The warm water b
eads on my skin and the push-pull of the chill and warmth makes me sigh.
Trevor takes one of my hands and Damien the other, and they press them up over my head. I suck in my lower lip. My head falls back against the tile.
Both of them start to kiss my breasts, squeezing my hands in their own. Their cocks are brushing against my thighs and I'm getting spurts of hot water on the chills of where they're touching me.
I moan and they keep kissing me, traveling down my body. They aren't specifically getting me off. We all need a hot shower. But I'm hovering in some oasis of pleasure that doesn't have to be attached to an orgasm. I'm satisfied on a deep level and every touch seems to take me higher but pleasantly plateaus at sated yet not orgasmic. I'm comfortable. Aroused. And the way that they are touching me? Worshiped. That's how this feels. I look down at their dark hair, their strong, naked bodies, at my feet.
I don't feel like the girl given away by her father. I don't feel like a girl about to be sold. I don't even feel like the girl who was just fucked by these incredible men for some kind of punishment or whatever this is.
That's not what we three are to each other. I see this now. Something more is between us. I'm not being treated like property...not in the way I thought I was. I feel like something treasured, valued by Trevor and Damien. I don't feel like they are actually ever debasing me. I like the wicked games we play. I like the way they give and take from my body.
More than anything, I feel like my own person. I'm not plain or boring with them. I'm Sarah, I'm a pet; I'm three holes they use. But I'm more or less all at once. More than anything, I'm enough. Enough for Trevor and Damien.
But I'm enough for me. I like the way I feel. I don't wish I'd never dug through those papers. I don't regret my doubts and fears. They are part of the journey that led me to where I am now. I'm satisfied. They release my hands and dip lower, and each of them nibbles at the inside of my thighs. My heart pitter-patters in sharp flourishes in my chest at the sensation. I feel like so much more than just someone they both like to fuck. Someone they both have a taste for. I know I never want to fuck anyone else. They are the only thirst I have, and they are the only ones who can quench my desire. I don't know how to make this known. How to say words, and what words would prevent whatever trajectory we may be on that prevents this from being the rest of our lives.