Page 22 of Dubious (Darkly Ever After)
I laugh so I don’t make Celeste suspicious. “Relax.” I grit through my teeth. “I’m giving the cunt a show.” Ella screams as I slap her rounded ass. “Be a good whore, Sis, or I’ll burn your clit with hot wax. Take your brother’s cock like a good girl.”
“Take the candle out so the pup can get on the table,” Asher orders. Heyanks at her leash as I reluctantly remove my cock and the candlestick from Ella.“On the table, Pup.”
Asher places his foot on Ella’s torso as she rises, pushing her down. “Like a dog, Ella. Crawl.”
Ella moves her hands and knees until she’s in front of a chair and climbs it like a dog. One hand, then a knee, followed by another hand, and the other knee until she’s on all fours on top of the oak table.
Asher pats her head. “Good girl.”
He looks at the food on the table. I don’t recall the staff bringing it in because I was so busy fucking Ella. I should lodge my foot into my ass for that one. It’s imperative that we’re aware of our surroundings. We need to know where the threats are.
Asher grabs the corn on the cob and places it by Ella’s mouth. “Suck.”
Ella’s mouth falls open, and Asher shoves the corn in. He’s not gentle. He’s going to town. Ella gags and convulses at the uncomfortable intrusion now lodged in her throat.
Asher smiles and pats her head again. “That’s a good girl. Show your brothers how well you take the corn. Let us know how much of a whore you are for us. Get it nice and ready for your dirty little cunt.”
While Ella splutters on the cob, Asher moves behind her and rams his cock in her pussy. It’s so volatile that I can’t help wincing. “That’s it, Pup. Gnaw on your chew toy while I fuck your dirty hole. This is all you’ll ever be good for, Ella, a pathetic fuck hole. You understand what we’re going to do, don’t you? Take you out and about on a leash and let random men fuck you. Wonder if we can get a Guinness Record for the number of cocks you can take in one night. I’ll let every man who sees you dump a load in your worthless pussy. Then, when all is said and done, you’ll push it out into your doggy bowl and have a tasty little snack.”
Fuck. Asher has a mouth on him. Usually, he barely talks when we bang girls. Occasionally, he takes his knife out and cuts them, something he hasn’t done to Ella. Which is pretty fucking out of the norm for him. But he’s never been vocal. I wonder if he does it for Ella because the girl gets wet as fuck when you say anything remotely taboo. Guess what they say about good girls is right; they’re always down to get their freak on.
Asher grabs another corn on the cob and pours more olive oil over Ella’s lower back. He works it into her ass, which is now primed to take whatever we throw at her. Between the butt plug and the copious amounts of olive oil, the corn disappears quickly with only the stem sticking out.
“You don’t need to show off, Asher.” I smirk. “We all know you’re a tree hugger. How fucking cute. An environmentally friendly butt plug!”
Asher breaks character for a second, cracking a brief smile that he quickly covers. “Shut up and come fuck this whore with me!”
“You don’t gotta tell me twice,” I say,removing the cob from Ella’s mouth. She splutters, and spit trails from her mouth, landing on the table. “Why, Ella. Look at the mess you made.” I grab her hair and shove her face into the drool. “Better be a good little girl and clean it up.” Ella gazes up at me in confusion. Laughter bubbles within me, and I spit on her face. “Lick up your saliva, slut.” Her tongue falls onto the table, and she laps up the liquid. “Good girl.”
When she finishes cleaning up her mess, she arches her neck to look up at me. “Did I do a good job, sir?”
Hearing her say "sir” has me ready to explode. I’ve never been into being called "sir,” or “master,” or shit like that, but goddamn, it’s as hot as fuck when Ella says it.
As if sensing her effect on me, the corners of Ella’s lips turn up in a bold smile. Alaric is right. Ella may be submissive, but she’s a brat.
Gripping her hair, I yank her head up so she’s at eye level with my cock. “Why don’t you stop talking, you worthless whore, and do the only thing your pathetic mouth is good for? Suck!”
Ella wraps her lips around my dick and works it until she’s taking me all the way down her throat.
“That’s it, you dirty bitch. Gag on it.”I toss Asher the corn, and he catches it. “Take this corn and double penetrate that cunt. Pass me the one in her ass.”
Asher looks uncertain, but he does as I request without question. Catching the cob, I gaze up at the balcony. Celeste is now humping the rails as she grabs her breasts.
“Do you wish it was you we were fucking, Mommy?”
Her eyes widen as I bring the corn to my mouth and bite down.
Celeste immediately straightens guiltily like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I’m gonna crush those hands, mutilate her, and place her corpse at Ella’s feet.
I ignore the decrepit bitch and focus my attention on the only woman worth anything to me. My Ella. I don’t even have to hold her head down. She’s pushed her face so far onto my dick that her nose meets my lower abdomen. Her coughs and gasps are the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard. Ella’s moan vibrates around my dick as Asher impales her with his cock and the corn, adding an extra layer of pleasure.
“So good. Such a tight pussy. Too bad it belongs to a worthless fuck hole. Gonna come in your pussy, Ella,” Asher groans. “I know you’re not on the pill. Gonna fill your cunt to the brim with my cum. I’ll put a baby in you, Ella. Wouldn’t you like that? The entire world knowing you’re a disgusting whore knocked up by your brother?”
Asher’s eyes are wild, his teeth bared like a feral animal as he digs his nails into Ella’s flesh. The blade of a sharp steak knife gleams between his fingers as he grabs it from the place setting and glides the tip along Ella’s back. I recognize that glint in his eyes when his emotions overwhelm him and he can’t bear it.
Asher wears his trauma on the insides of his arms and legs. It’s found in the scar above his pelvic bone—jagged, sacred marks he inflicted on himself when his emotions became a mountain he couldn’t climb. Occasionally, the marks were part of his anger, but more often, it was due to his grief. This is the first time he’s needed the relief of blood for another reason. A stronger emotion. Dare I say… love?
Asher bends to whisper in Ella’s ear. “I’m sorry. I need to.”