Page 17 of Dubious (Darkly Ever After)
I should be furious at his words. A regular person would lash out and retaliate with violence. But I want more. I want to be destroyed in the worst possible ways.
Gripping the base of the dildo, I push the tip into my waiting pussy and moan while gliding it in and out. I gyrate my hips for better friction and to intensify the sensation.
Cold liquid falls on my lower back and trickles between my butt cheeks.
“Good girl,” River encourages as he massages two lubricated fingers over my asshole. “Just relax, Sis. Big brother is going to take good care of you.”
My pussy clenches around the dildo at his taboo words. I don’t understand why the words “big brother” or “Daddy” ignite my every perverted desire, but I know I crave them.
River inserts one finger inside me, followed by another two, moving past his knuckles. Instinctively, I push my ass back, forcing him deeper. “What a tight fucking ass my little sister has. Let’s see if we can stretch it out nice and wide.”
River jerks his fingers out, and the tip of a silicone invades my anus. “How often do you fuck your own ass, Sis? You're a fan by the looks of all your beads and plugs.”
“Yes,” I scream as he pushes the plug into my ass and slaps the seal.
River’s hand moves to mine and slaps it away, forcing the dildo to slip from my vagina before he slams into me.
I scream while my body adjusts to his feral thrusts and enormous dick. If the dildo was eight inches, River is an easy ten, and his cock feels so much thicker, almost inhuman in its girth.
“Asher, why don’t you fuck our sister’s pretty little mouth?”
Asher appears as if from nowhere, presenting me with his thick cock. The tip jerks as he strokes the visible veins. I open my mouth, and he slides his dick inside, pushing his way in slowly at first before thrusting as violently as River.
The two of them work up a rhythm, their cocks propelling my body back and forth.
“Fuck, Ella,” Asher moans. “Such a perfect, warm little mouth.” He smiles at me before hooking his thumbs in the sides of my mouth and pulling it wide. He takes his eyes off me and looks at River. “Pass me the dildo.”
River tosses him the silicone and holds it up, inspecting it like a gemologist discovering a rare diamond. He tugs at my lips and pushes the silicone in, jamming it beside his cock. “Look at you, Ella. Taking two cocks in your pretty little mouth.”
The tip of his cock and the fake dick poke the back of my throat, and I gag, which seems to egg Asher on. He laughs and fucks my mouth with abandon. Asher doesn’t stop when I gag and cough, ignoring the tears falling down my cheeks and the saliva trickling from the corners of my mouth. This is a side of him I haven’t seen before. Usually, Asher is reserved, kind, and polite. This Asher is domineering.
He cups the back of my neck, restricting my movement as he continues to assault my mouth.“You’re so pretty with your mouth full of cock.”
I gasp for breath, and copious amounts of spit cascade from my lips when he pulls the two cocks from my mouth. He places his hand under my chin, collecting the spit before rubbing it all over my face. “Such a perfect mess.”
Asher lifts me, forcing River deeper as he moves under me, his mouth below my pussy. He nips at my clit, and I squeal. “Shove the dildo in your mouth. I better hear you gagging, or I’ll bite off this pretty little clit.”
The spike of adrenaline from the threat is like a shot of dopamine in my brain. As deranged as this is, I have to admit it’s exhilarating. The only thing still disturbing me is that Alaric isn’t partaking. Using one hand to brace myself, I lift the dildo with the other and stare Alaric in the eyes as I lift it to my mouth and encase it with my lips.
Alaric lifts an eyebrow. I’m unsure if it’s a warning or a look of intrigue. I decide to push my luck and his resolve by licking the dildo from root to tip. Shoving the whole silicon down my throat, I gag so badly that I panic.
ChapterNine
Alaric
Every nerve I possess vibrates to the brink of destruction. My willpower is an acrobat walking on an unraveling tightrope.
I have a mind to take my belt to her sexy apple-shaped ass for the games she’s playing. Someone needs to remind Ella that playing with fire will get her burned. Her gaze is like kerosene, tempting an arsonist to break and give in to his deadly addiction.
I stand in my corner, my cock so hard that I’m worried it may explode from the burning need to unload. I don’t come with others—never have. Sure, I ejaculate, but always in private. I can’t describe the pathology of it. Perhaps it’s self-punishment of the shame rooted deep within me.
My mind wanders back to that night when things were simpler. For two months, the three of us got to know Ella. At first, it was for Celeste. She wanted us to manipulate and deconstruct Ella so we could mold her into whatever we wanted. But as we got to know her, things shifted.
We’d each built a bond with Ella since we met. She embodied a feminine kindness and compassion we’d never known. Everything she did was laced with care and empathy, yet we couldn’t push her around because she called us on our bullshit without fear or hesitation.
She smiled as she placed the freshly cut flowers in the basket. “I thought I’d end up tolerating the three of you. Never in my wildest dreams did I think you’d become my friends.”
“I want to be more than your friend,” I blurted before I could stop myself. I cringed at my admission, wanting to kick my own ass.