by Logan Fox
I feel so fucking whipped right now.
And I couldn’t give a shit.
Is this what love is? Because, fuck, I’d never have thought it felt this good.
She calls Rube up next. The bed gives a little creak when he gets on, and I know I’m not the only one who flinches.
Come to think of it…if any one of us could break her, it would be him.
She tugs the towel from his hips, and then kisses each of his pecs while she stares up into his eyes. But when he reaches for her, she leans out of the way, shaking her head.
She takes Apollo’s hand and leads him to the middle of the bed. She positions Rube at her left, me on her right.
When she finally turns back to Zachary, he shifts a little like he’s wondering what’s going on in her pretty head.
And damn it, so am I.
Right now I wouldn’t rule out a circle jerk.
Then she turns around and offers Apollo her deliciously plump ass.
“Oh,” he says. “Fuck.”
I roll my eyes and start shuffling over to him. If he doesn’t know how to fuck our precious Trinity from behind, then I’m going to show him exactly how it’s—
A hand slams into my chest, halting me. I glare across Trinity’s back at Rube. “Man, come on.”
He shakes his head, and I swear he’s suppressing a smile. “Do you want to end up on the floor?” he asks.
Douche bag.
Meanwhile, Apollo’s murmuring, “Um,” and stroking Trinity’s ass like he’s never seen a woman in his life before.
I feel physical pain right now. And that’s because my cock is rock hard and I have nothing to stick it into.
Trinity reaches around and hands Zachary’s belt to Apollo.
I shiver. Hard.
I’d been staring so hard at her perky little tits, I hadn’t even noticed when she took Zach’s belt off his pants.
Which, I’m guessing, was her plan all along. Because judging from the groan Zachary lets out, Apollo’s suddenly stiff body, and an inhale that gives Rube even bigger pecs, none of them noticed either.
“Oh, Trin, no…” Apollo protests weakly.
So she slaps him with the belt. Not hard—I mean, he barely even flinches—but it’s enough to make him reconsider his position on BDSM.
He pats her with the belt.
Christ. I can’t even.
“She’s supposed to feel it, jack ass,” I tell him.
Apollo looks up at me, cringes a little, and whacks her again. This time at least hard enough to leave a faint mark.
She lets out a little sigh, and promptly lays her head on Zach’s thigh, an inch away from his dick.
Which isn’t so flaccid anymore.
“Do you want him to hit me harder?” she whispers, looking up at Zachary.
All he does is groan, and then shift like he wants to get off the bed.
Rube and I move in unison. We each grab one of Zach’s shoulders and slam him back into the headboard hard enough to rattle it against the wall.
He sends us both an angry scowl, but settles down when Trinity moves a little closer, nestling between his legs like a sleepy cat.
From the way her head’s positioned, I’m sure Zach can feel every breath on his dick.
God, and here I thought she was torturing us? Zach’s got the best fucking view in the house, but he can’t touch her, can’t move…and worst of all, he’s not the one holding the belt.
A powerless sadist.
I fucking love it.
And maybe that means I have a touch of sadism in me too, because I’m getting hard from the tortured look on his face.
Apollo belts her again.
Trinity puffs out a sigh.
Zach groans and presses his eyes closed.
“Watch,” Rube says, his other hand going around Zach’s throat.
I wouldn’t call Rube violent—not in the slightest—but he does have a thing with necks. I don’t even want to go there, because I don’t know if it’s something related to his time in the basement, or a kink he picked up along the way.
It’s also the only thing that Zach seems to respond to. And maybe that’s the sole reason Rube does it.
Thwack.
I stare down at Trinity, at the look of rapture on her face, and I know she’s not faking. The moment I set foot in her tiny room at Saint Amos, I knew she was a freak.
I bust in there, and she looked up at me like I’d opened God’s bedroom window. But I get that a lot. And that’s not what did it for me. I knew the second I threw her up against that closet door that she was hot for me.
Not like she was one step away from spreading her legs or anything. It was more…subtle than that. It was the way she looked at my mouth, how her breath turned into a little pant. Like she was terrified of what I was about to do to her…but she couldn’t wait for me to start.
She loved what the four of us did to her the day we took her virginity. She flourished under our hands and our mouths and our cocks like a fern unfurling after the snow melts.
Now she’s here, eyes fluttering as Apollo leaves stripes on her ass, and it’s perfect.
Everything about this moment is perfect.
I don’t know how long it will stay this way…but I’ll be praying every night that it’s forever.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Rube
It’s like I snap out of a trance when Trinity murmurs, “Stop.”
Apollo lets up immediately. I don’t think he got in more than eight or so shots, but every blow to Trinity’s ass was torture for me, so I can’t imagine what he was going through.
I wanted to stop him. I wanted to grab her and wrap my arms around her and then fuck up everyone who’d been watching and not helping her escape that belt.
But she wanted this.
And I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about that.
Apollo’s chest rises and falls as he looks up at us each in turn, like he’s also just waking up. He drops the belt and moves away, eyes widening when he sees his own hard dick.
Why is he so surprised? No mortal man could have heard the sounds Trinity made and not have a fucking hard-on. We’re all hard—even Zach.
I expect her to start sucking his cock. She was teasing him the entire time anyway, she might as well. I’d be happy to watch.
But then she pushes up onto her hands and knees, and turns to look at me. Her eyes are a dark bronze, her cheeks flushed, her lips gleaming. She licks them, and I quickly focus on her eyes again, like she’d caught me watching porn.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she asks, voice breathy, unsteady.
I can barely speak but I manage to get out a rough, “Yes.”
“How badly?” Another slow lick of her pink tongue over her gleaming lips.
“Very fucking badly.”
“Want to know how much I want you?” she murmurs.
In that moment, it’s as if no one else exists. Everything—everyone—else fades away as she leans closer.
We are all barely more than a foot away from her and Zachary. I can feel the warmth of her body. Zach’s.
I take my hand off his throat, and he coughs—just once. But I’m still holding him back, away from Trinity, because if he lunges at her I might kill him.
Which makes no sense, because I’m not a jealous man. But I guess I’ve just learned the extent of my patience.
It’s most certainly run out.
“Rube?” she whispers.
“Yes,” I say, after clearing my throat. “Tell me.”
She shakes her head. Turns her shoulder to me. And then she lies back against Zachary.
I can’t stop the growl. And Zachary looks over at me like he doesn’t like the sound of it.
Trinity lifts her knees and kicks up on the bed, so her ass is on Zach’s stomach. His head is beside hers now, which means he can easily kiss her if he wants, but at least his cock is far away from her pussy.
That should make me feel better, but it
doesn’t.
It’s still closer than mine is.
She glances away from me, to Cass, putting her finger in her mouth and chewing on it like she’s suddenly shy. Perhaps she is, because it’s only when Cass slides a hand over her knee and urges her leg to the side that she opens them.
Apollo lets out a groan. Trinity looks at him, and cocks her head to the side. “Swap with Rube,” she says.
For a second I almost feel sorry for him, especially when his face crumples with dismay. But he had a solid view of her ass and pussy while he was belting her.
My turn now.
I’m in front of her a second later.
Cass urges her leg open a little wider, and Apollo does the same with her other leg.
Revealing the light fuzz of hair on her mound and the dark pink slit between her legs I’m dying to shove my cock into.
“Fuck,” I murmur.
And then Zach slides his hands down her stomach. My eyes fly to his, my teeth gritted. But I can’t stop him. He can do what he wants, unless Trinity says otherwise.
And thank God, she does.
She clucks her tongue. Apollo and Cass grab his wrists and wrench his fingers off her belly. He moves under her, pressing his lips into a line as if he can’t bear to have her on top of him anymore.
And that makes Trinity giggle.
I hope to hear that sound every day for the rest of my life.
She slides her hand down her stomach, locking eyes with me again as she strokes her fingers over her pussy. Even without touching her, I can see how wet she is.
How badly do I want to fuck her?
More than there are atoms in the universe.
She lifts her hand and presses it to Zachary’s lips. “Lick,” she commands him.
And the greedy bastard does just that. And then groans like he’s sipped ambrosia.
“See?” she whispers, dragging her fingers through her soaked pussy again. “That’s how badly I want you to fuck me.”
My jaw bunches, and my cock throbs. I grab it at the base, trying to hold it still, trying to throttle it into submission. Trinity’s eyes flutter down, and I feel her gaze on my dick as if she’s stroking me.
“What the actual fuck are you waiting for?” Cass demands. “Because if you don’t have your cock inside her in the next second, it’ll be mine.”
“I don’t want to—”
“Hurt me?” she cuts in. “Do you think it’ll hurt more than the belt?” She glances up at Apollo. “Would you like to belt me again?”
Zach lets out a soft, “Fuck,” like he can’t even handle the thought. And from the way his cock starts bobbing, I’m thinking he won’t be able to control himself much longer.
So I shift up the bed. I wrench Zach’s legs aside, splitting them open as wide as Trinity’s so I can get closer to her.
I lean over her, my hands brushing Zachary’s ribs, and press my mouth to hers.
I should be happy with our kiss. It’s fierce and ravenous…but my dick falls against her stomach, and the feel of her satin skin against my dick fills me with an insatiable lust.
It’s not enough.
It will never be.
“Make sure she’s really wet though,” Cass says. “Don’t want to rip her in two.”
There’s a laugh in his voice. I lean back, and look down as he trails his fingers over Trinity’s stomach.
Her belly flutters at that touch. She gasps when Cass squeezes her clit, and then groans when he slides his fingers inside her.
My cock starts bobbing too, blood pumping furiously into the thick shaft. I grab it so it won’t interfere, but when I see how Trinity’s pussy starts dripping, I can’t just sit here with my dick in my hands.
But before I can move, Apollo reaches over and smears her juices along her taint and over her back door. And the sound she makes at that has my cock throbbing in my hand like I’m seconds away from coming.
If she hadn’t sucked me off in the shower, I’d probably be emptying my load all over her tits right now.
The torture is real, me sitting back and stroking my dick as Apollo and Cass finger fuck her inches away. And when they slide their free hands under her knees and drag her legs up alongside her chest, opening her up for me, it takes every fucking molecule of willpower I have not to thrust into her.
But she’s so close.
Her body goes tight. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open. And when Zach’s fingers glide around her ass, when he strokes her back door and then dips the tip of his pinkie finger inside her, Trinity comes.
With a growl I feel more than hear, I shove my hips forward. Not caring who or what I touch on the way, I force the crown of my dripping cock against her pussy, and then smear it through her slick, hot cunt lips.
She shudders, whimpers.
I look down, mesmerized how her pussy swallows the tip of my cock. Grabbing her ass, I lift her hips clean off Zachary’s stomach.
She makes as if she wants to grab onto me, but then Apollo and Cass grab her hands and force her fingers around their dicks.
I’m not surprised when Zachary grabs hold of his own dick, taking advantage of the fact that no one is policing him anymore.
Cass happens to look over, and he sees what Zach’s doing, but now it’s like the four of us are sharing a secret. Because Trinity’s head is thrown back on Zach’s shoulder, and she doesn’t seem to know what fucking planet she’s on.
So we let Zach jerk himself off. And he and Cass and Apollo watch as I take my dick out of Trinity’s pussy, smear it through her dripping folds, and then slap it over her clit.
She gasps, her body convulsing. “Oh God,” she murmurs hoarsely.
Zachary groans, and then bites her ear. She turns to him, stares at him, openmouthed and lost as I slide my wet cock over her clit.
She’s still stroking Cass and Apollo’s cocks. And they’re watching me tease her with my dick.
“Reuben,” she moans, finally turning back to me. “Please.” She whimpers, squirms in my hands. My fingertips sink into her ass as she wriggles around. “Please fuck me.”
God, how am I supposed to say no?
I bite down on my lip, grab my cock, and guide it to her entrance.
“Christ,” Cass murmurs. “Why the fuck is this so hot?”
“Because he’s got a big dick,” Apollo says breathlessly, “and her pussy’s too fucking tight by half. He’ll never get it in there.”
I want to tell them to shut up, but I don’t. Because every word ratchets up my own arousal a thousand-fold. Even the glimpse of Zachary’s fingers moving over his own cock is making my balls ache.
“Is she wet enough?” Cass asks, and then swipes his fingers over her clit.
“She’s fucking soaking my cock,” I manage.
“Fuck, she is.” Cass groans. “Beg him for his cock, my beautiful little slut,” he says, reaching over and grabbing a fistful of her hair.
“Fuck me,” Trinity says, turning to kiss the inside of Cass’s wrist.
“Hard,” Cass says.
“Fuck me hard,” she says, her eyes shining with lust when she turns to look at me.
I force myself deeper inside her, her tight little pussy making every inch a struggle.
“Oh God, I’m so fucking close,” Cass mutters through his teeth. He slaps away her hand and moves up the bed. “Open your fucking mouth, my little slut.”
Trinity turns to him, eyes wide with shock. “What did you—”
He grabs her jaw, forces open her mouth, and rams his cock down her throat.
I squeeze her ass hard, and she yelps in pain, but the sound is muffled around Cass’s cock. He fucks her mouth, a hand fisted in her hair, the other around her throat, pushing her into Zachary’s chest.
Zachary groans, and I feel the aftershock of his body convulsing as it travels through Trinity’s body right to my cock. Zach’s cum hits her cunt, soaking my dick. I flinch at the unexpected heat, but it makes sliding into her a little easier. So I go in an
other inch while Cass forces his dick between her lips again and again.
Then she chokes. His load seeps out between her lips, but he doesn’t take his dick out. He slams a fist into the headboard as his back arches, and rams another inch of himself down her throat.
She chokes again, and this time he pulls out. She splutters and gasps, dragging a hand over her mouth and giving him a death glare. “You fucking asshole!”
He taps the side of her face. Laughs. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m only getting started.”
He looks over at me, a strange smile lifting the corner of his mouth. “We’re all only getting started.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Trinity
I thought I was in control.
I’m not.
I thought they were just pawns in my game, that I could move them about and give them orders.
They’re not.
And the most fucked up thing about all of this?
I’m loving it.
Every lewd, hedonistic second of it.
Because I don’t want to control them. I want them to take what they want, when they want it. As rough and as savagely as they want, as they can.
Apollo wraps his hand around mine, forcing me to stroke him harder and then slower. From his face, he looks ready to come too. And when he looks up, rapturous, it’s as if Cass knows too.
“Ever had your dick sucked, Apollo?” Cass asks.
He shakes his head, lips parting.
And then Rube starts pushing his dick into me again. Just the tip, and that already stretches me. I moan, rocking my hips to try and get him deeper inside me, but Apollo and Cass are still holding me down. Spreading my legs for Reuben and making sure my pussy is as wide open as it can go.
“Open your mouth again, my little slut. You have another dick to suck.”
I glare at Cass, because now he’s talking in rhymes and sounding so full of himself I want to slap him.
And fuck it, I do.
He looks back at me, mouth open, and puts his hand on the mark I left on his cheek.
“You didn’t just do that,” he murmurs.
Everyone stops.
“Cass, I’m—”
