38. Olivia

Olivia

S urprises.

First him, then Mose with the dinner, and now Ansel.

I have had enough surprises today to last me for a while.

I try to put on a brave face but when footsteps approach me, I know I failed.

“What’s wrong?” Ansel asks me.

“It’s been a long day.” It’s not entirely a lie. So much had happened today that it’s left me drained. It’s not only this day, it’s everything else since that awful party. If I were to go to bed and never wake up again I couldn’t be grateful enough.

Ansel’s arms close around me, his palms cover my ass and he pulls me into his chest. “Let’s end it on a positive note then,” he says against my lips.

“Alright,” I agree because I don’t feel like I have any other choice.

His mouth descends on mine. His kiss is gentle and comforting and some of the tension I feel slowly evaporates. Kissing is still confusing, especially since Carlos drilled into my head that when a man kisses me, it’s because he wants to fuck me, but when it comes to Ansel, Jasper, or Mose, it rarely leads to that. They kiss me because they seem to enjoy it. And I’m starting to like it again. And I especially like all the ways Ansel kisses me. Sometimes, he is rough, biting and sucking my lips until they are bruised and swollen. Other times, he is passionate, and on rare occasions, like now, it almost feels like he cares about me.

Almost.

But I know better.

Men don’t care about women. We only exist to satisfy them and to give birth to their children. Jasper and Ansel are always talking about babies, but they never bothered to ask me how I feel about the entire thing. The idea of having to be pregnant…makes me sick to my stomach. But I keep quiet because I can’t say ‘no’ to anything they ask of me. It has been beaten into me that ‘no’ is not an option. That what a man says is law and I must obey no matter what.

Even remembering what happened when I said no to Rueben earlier has me shuddering. At least he and Tyson didn’t hurt me, but they took great joy in humiliating me. Then, they acted like nothing had happened. How they can switch so fast from anger to calmness is beyond me.

Ansel’s tongue enters my mouth, curling around mine. His hips press into mine, his hard cock grinding against me, and I’m being pushed into the table.

I slip a hand between us and I cup his balls through his pants. He is already hard and more than eager to fuck me.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he growls against my lips. “If you only knew how much….”

My palm moves up and down his length. “You are so hard. So big,” I whisper into his ear. “Do you want me to take care of you? To make you feel good?”

Ansel grabs my neck, his fingers wrapping like a snake around my flesh, pressing down on my airflow, but not hard enough to prevent me from breathing, but still hard enough to let me know that he owns me. “You love being a little slut.”

Not a question.

Part of my training as a pornai was to learn what to say to men. How to flirt with them. How to read their body language. I might not see Ansel right now, but I know what he wants from me. “Only when it comes to you and your blood-brothers.”

It’s not a lie. They keep me warm and fed. In return, I’ll keep them well fucked, sucked, and keep my mouth closed too.

Ansel grabs my hand from his cock and takes it to his mouth. He sucks my forefinger before gently nipping it. There’s something about what he’s doing that makes me wish he wouldn’t stop. That he will do the same to other parts of my body. His mouth moves to the next finger while his thumb runs over my lips.

The bond between us allows me to feel him. His need to fuck me has my pussy dripping into my panties until they are soaked with my juices.

“Ansel,” I breathe.

If this is how things are because of bonds, I’m in big trouble. I’m royally fucked. Especially since I’m bonded to him.

I still wonder how it happened.

Ansel continues to tease me, giving attention to all my fingers before giving me a final kiss. “I’m happy to see you don’t fear sex as you did in the beginning.”

My shoulders tense. “That’s not true,” I lie.

“We both know it’s true. Especially since you confessed that you’ve never had an orgasm before.” He still sounds smug.

“I hate sex.”

“When it comes to all those fucking bastards that have raped you, I believe you, but not when it comes to me. I can smell how fucking wet you are for me,” Ansel growls. “Don’t make me run my fingers over your pussy to prove my point.”

“There’s no need,” I whimper.

“That’s what I thought. You know you are safe with me. That your pleasure is the most important thing when it comes to us fucking. I think my favorite part is making you come as many times as possible before I fill you up with my cum.”

“You can bend me over the table and do it right now,” I suggest to him. “Then your blood-brothers can do the same.”

I cringe at my own words. It sounds like I’m offering him my services. I sound like before when I was high and all I cared about was my next dose. I still crave drugs, but not like before. Having my head clear is not that bad….except for the night Camila died, all the other memories are slowly becoming a blur in my head. It might be some coping mechanism because remembering what was done to me has me spiraling.

Ansel sighs. “If it weren’t for the surprise, I would have fucked you over each and every hard surface of this house.”

I should be relieved that he doesn’t want to fuck me, but for some reason, I’m… disappointed.

Ansel slaps my ass. “First, the stable. Then dinner and lastly, our bed.”

“Sounds like a date,” I say.

Ansel chuckles. “Did you just make a joke, or were you serious?” I shrug. It’s been so long since I last went on a date. It wasn’t only the orchard where I would meet with him. Sometimes, we would go to the movies or drive to a nearby town and spend the day together. But all that seems like something that had happened to someone else, not me. All that love, all those dreams and plans are now gone. Ansel adds, “Let’s go to the stable before Jasper and Mose come looking for us. Mose is already upset that the food is getting cold. Where’s your coat?”

“I didn’t get one. There weren’t any that would fit me,” I try to explain.

Ansel puts something around my shoulders. “My jacket,” he says. Up until now, no one cared whether I was cold or not, but Ansel giving me his jacket, even if my dress is enough, makes me feel warm inside. It’s a strange feeling, but I like it, especially because it seems to chase away the darkness that threatens to consume me. Ansel clicks his tongue. “Trust Rueben and Tyson to take you shopping. I should have asked this before but I had a few things I had to take care of, and it didn’t cross my mind until now, but which store did they take you to?”

“Oh, we went to a thrift store.”

“A thrift store.” Ansel seems to choke on the words. “What the fuck?”

My hand finds his. “I like thrift stores. It’s like stepping into this magical place where you can find hidden treasures.”

After a few moments of silence, Ansel pulls me into his embrace. “Women, especially those who were born into wealth, expect expensive things, but you are different. You have always been different. I think this is one of the reasons why I have fallen in love with you. Because you never looked down on anyone. Especially one such as me, an orphan.”

“Just because my family has money doesn’t mean I was more fortunate than you. We were both unwanted.”

Ansel kisses the top of my head. “We have no say when it comes to our own blood, but when it comes to our real family, things are different. And I choose you, Olivia, always.”

“Why?”

“Because I have no choice. Because I never had a choice when it came to you. It took me a long time to realize that you are the perfect one for me.”

I frown. “I don’t understand.”

“You will. Soon. Now, the surprise.”

Ansel leads me out of the kitchen into the cold January night. Good thing I’ve put on the pair of slippers Tyson got for me. While I still can’t wear shoes, the slippers are one size bigger, so they don’t press on my toes.

The wind blows, whipping my hair around my head. Even with Ansel’s jacket on, I shiver, but he snakes his arm around my waist, shielding me from the cold with his body. It might seem a small gesture, but to someone like me, who barely has any fond memories when it comes to men, it means a lot. It makes me think that maybe not all men are evil. Maybe, Ansel somehow likes me, even if that seems impossible.

“Just a few more feet,” Ansel lets me know. “The door to the stable is open,” he says a few seconds later.

When I no longer feel cold, I know we are inside the stable.

Impatient to return to the house and eat, as the last traces of the drugs given to me over the years are out of my system, my appetite has returned, I ask, “Can I take off the blindfold?”

Ansel has me walk a few more steps. “Just a second, it will be worth it. I promise. Jasper, everything ready?”

Two sets of footsteps approach me and I am pulled first in one tight embrace, then into another.

“All set,” Jasper confirms and finally, the blindfold is removed.

It takes a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the light and I look around. The guys are waiting patiently for some kind of a reaction from me, but when I don’t notice anything out of the usual — I mean, they could put a pile of cow dung in the middle of the stable and I would probably not find it out of the ordinary—I say, looking at Mose, “Did you find a new goat? Maybe a male friend for Juniper?”

Three pairs of eyes blink at the same time before all three of them start laughing. Did I say something funny?

Jasper laughs so hard tears run down his face. “Mose, you are officially the goat guy. Although a buck wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Imagine all the little goats we will have around here soon.”

“They are called kids,” I say and they laugh even more. Are they making fun of me? “Why are you all laughing?”

“We want kids around the farm, but not those kinds of kids,” Jasper replies.

I still don’t understand why it’s funny.

After a few deep breaths, the guys finally stop laughing.

Ansel steps behind me and puts his palms on my shoulders. “Look at the horses’ stalls and tell me what you see.”

I do as told, and as soon as I look over at Speckles’ stall, I gasp. It takes a lot to get that kind of reaction from me, and today, it has happened twice. First, when I found the books and the records, and now.

I take an involuntary step. “Is that…?”

“It is,” Ansel confirms. “Speckles’ filly. You were right about her.”

My eyes fill with tears.

Mother and daughter finally reunited.

The two horses almost look alike. If not for the white spots all over Speckles’ back, she would be identical to her filly, who is all black.

“Can I?” I ask, wanting to get close to the stall.

“Just a few more steps. The filly arrived today and Speckles might be a bit overprotective with her.”

I nod. “I understand. I would be the same if… I were… in her position.” Looking at Ansel, I ask, “How did you find her?”

“Through the family of her old owner. But the fucking bastards didn’t want to let her go without a substantial amount of money, so I had Rin help me convince them to give her to us without much fuss.”

Ansel means that he and Rin tortured that poor family. Typical of the Lords. But on the other hand, it made Speckles happy. “I hope you did pay them something.”

“They are lucky we let them conserve their lives after they took pleasure in abusing animals. Speckles wasn’t the only one,” Ansel lets me know.

I press my lips to Ansel’s cheek. “Then you did the right thing.” While I would love to spend hours in here watching the horses, I’m starving. “We should return to the house.”

“Another thing,” Ansel says. “The filly is yours.”

The air leaves my lungs. My gaze goes to the stall before it goes to Mose, then to Jasper, and lastly, it stops on Ansel’s face. “Mine?” I surely heard him wrong. Who in their right mind would give me something so… so… so… precious. What if he is lying? Or testing me to see how I will react. “Are you sure?”

I would never accept such an expensive gift, but when it comes to horses, I can’t say no. Ever.

“If it weren’t for you, we would not have known about the filly. I still don’t understand how you knew. But, the filly is yours,” Ansel assures me.

I stare at him, mouth parted as I try to form words to thank him. My chin trembles slightly as it usually does when I’m about to cry and I throw myself into Ansel’s arms. I still can’t find the right words to express how… I feel right now. But Ansel seems to understand me. His arms lock around me.

“It makes me happy to know I brought some joy to your life,” Ansel says.

He is not wrong. I do feel joy.

Rueben is going to end me soon. So what if I want to enjoy the simple things before I die? Not that a filly is a simple thing, but I want her.

I’ll make sure to spend time with her as much as possible.

I brace myself for the pain that usually follows when I have any positive feelings, yet seconds pass, and nothing happens. Could the bond with Ansel protect me? But when he made love to me, we were already bonded, and the pain was so intense I fainted. Could it be that the bond was too fresh? So many questions swarm inside my head, but I have no one to ask for answers. I bet Wasp would know, but without a phone, I have no way of contacting her. Tyson took away the phone Alma gave me. So, I’m left to wonder.

I tilt my head up and kiss Ansel before hugging Jasper. “You will have to show me how to take care of the filly,” I tell him.

Jasper is so tall compared to me that when he embraces me, he always ends up lifting me up from the ground. “We start tomorrow. I’ll make you my little assistant,” he coos in my ear.

“I’m not little,” I huff.

“Compared to me, you are,” Jasper points out the obvious.

When Jasper puts me down, I turn to Mose. “I’m sure you’ll find a new goat soon to keep Juniper company.” Mose laughs, and I wrap my arms around him. “I thought the perfect surprise didn’t exist. Until now.”

Mose grabs my face between his palms, his brown eyes staring into mine. “Jasper was right. You do have stars in your eyes.”

What a strange thing to say.

“Let’s have dinner,” Mose says.

I glance at the horse. Speckles and her filly seem to embrace each other. While I wish to stay right here and watch them until I no longer can keep my eyes open, I want to give Jasper and Mose what they want—a bond. It might not be something that I want, but their nice gesture to me deserves to be rewarded. It’s more than a nice gesture. It’s probably the nicest thing someone has done for me.

I put my arms around Mose’s neck and pull him down for a kiss. “After dinner, I’ll become your bonded. Yours and Jasper’s.”

Ansel and Jasper surround me.

“I knew it was only a matter of time until you would come to accept us. Now, we only have to get Tyson and Rueben on board,” Ansel says.

Jasper speaks next. “You’re going to love the Lair. And I can’t wait to see how you will transform it into our forever place.”

The Lair. My head starts to spin. I didn’t think about the implications of being bonded. Luckily, I don’t have to worry about it since Rueben made it clear that he’ll kill me on the spot if I ever set foot in the Lair.

Jasper keeps talking. “Wait until you see the nursery. Rueben is the one who mostly decorated the Lair, but Tyson is the one who prepared the nursery. Believe it or not, he is dying to become a father. I think all of us are.”

My stomach turns to knots. “Are you forgetting I can’t get pregnant?”

Mose puts the blindfold back around my eyes. “I already contacted a friend of mine from the University. His father is an IVF specialist. If everything goes well, we might welcome our first child in less than a year.”

If everything goes well, Rueben will end me soon so I won’t have to worry about babies.

Minutes later, we are back in the kitchen. Mose is mumbling under his breath, upset that the food got cold, and starts reheating it. Or at least that’s what it sounds like.

“While Mose gets the food ready, how about we get our girl ready for tonight,” Ansel says to Jasper.

Some strange exchange happens between Jasper and Ansel but since I can’t see, I don’t know what’s happening. They blindfolded me before we left the stable.

“That looks like a lot of fun,” Jasper chuckles.

Suddenly, I get a bad feeling. “What’s going on?” I try to find out. Unsurprisingly, I’m ignored.

“Wait to see what I’ve prepared for later,” Mose chimes in.

Ansel sits on a chair and pulls me down to straddle him. “Let us take care of you, Honey,” he says before kissing me.

I don’t like the tone of his voice. It gives me the impression I won’t like what’s going to happen next.

Someone steps behind me. Probably Jasper.

“Concentrate on Ansel,” Jasper says into my ear as he lifts my dress and pulls my panties to the side, revealing my ass. “Don’t mind me.”

Ansel grabs my ass with his strong palms and spreads my buttcheeks wide open. Is Jasper going to fuck my ass? I tense up, especially when a thick finger probes my ass. I try not to think about it, but knowing how much it hurts or how big Jasper is has me whimpering in fear, which gets lost in the makeout session with Ansel.

“I know you hate anal, but we will make it good for you,” Jasper says. “But first, we need to get you ready. Has someone eaten your ass before?”

I peel my lips away from Ansel’s mouth. I was asked strange things before but Jasper opens a new category of strangeness because why would a man ever do that to a woman? “No, but I have eaten enough ass to know it’s one of the top three things I hate most in this world.”

“I love eating ass. But it has to be clean, else fuck that,” Jasper says. I’m more than sure that Jasper is into men as well. And that’s hot. Especially when a guy is being railed by someone as big as Jasper. “I bet the Dukes that made you stick your tongue in their nasty-as-fuck asses had brown stains on their underwear full of holes.” It’s not that Jasper is wrong, but the way he says it has me half snort and half giggle at the same time, making me sound strange. I bite my bottom lip, cutting the sound short. Jasper keeps talking. “But yours is just perfect. And I love that I’m going to be the first to give you this experience.”

I want to correct him that my ass is ruined but Ansel grabs my hair and brings my mouth back to his and greedily kisses me. Jasper pushed me into Ansel’s chest before spreading my ass wide open and licking me there. Again and again. Oh, shit. No wonder some people are into this. It feels so fucking good. More than good. Ecstasy. Jasper makes some eight-figure patterns around my hole before gently pushing the tip of his tongue inside. My eyes roll to the back of my head. My nails dig into Ansel’s muscles and I lose myself in the sensations.

“I think she likes having her ass eaten,” Mose comments.

Ansel stops kissing me and I lean my forehead against his shoulder. The sensations are so intense I moan and whimper while Jasper grunts as his tongue circles my hole.

“If she is like this right now, imagine how she will be when she has a cock in each of her holes. And if Tyson and Rueben join us, we will put her in a wheelchair for a few days,” Ansel chuckles.

While I don’t want to be fucked by him , if he were to enter the kitchen right now, I would probably spread my legs wide open for him and even thank him when he is done with me.

Ansel pulls down the front of my dress, exposing my tits, and rolls my nipples between his fingers. I don’t think I can take this anymore.

“Does it feel good?” Ansel asks.

“Please,” I cry out in pleasure.

Ansel kisses my neck. “Please what, Honey?”

I don’t know how to answer that. I don’t even know what’s happening to me. Jasper’s tongue fucks my ass. It feels like I’m about to explode. When my legs start to tremble, I know what’s about to happen.

“Oh, fuck. Oh. Fuck!” I come. Hard. Fast. “Jasper,” I moan before I bite Ansel’s shoulder and my body shakes uncontrollably.

“Did she just come?” Mose asks.

“From the way she is biting and scratching me, she came hard,” Ansel lets them know. Realizing that I might hurt him, I stop biting him, but I add a few more scratches before my palms lay flat on his back. “Keep marking me with your teeth and nails. I want my entire body covered in them.”

I don’t even know how to respond to that. But he is so hard beneath me that it makes me wonder if he is into pain.

Jasper slaps my ass. “Not many can finish from a rim job, but it seems we have a rare bird here. I wonder if she can orgasm when we fuck her pussy without touching her clit. Before we take her to the bedroom and play with her, let me get that vibrator up her little ass.” The what? I don’t get to ask as Jasper slowly pushes a finger inside me. I tense up. “Relax. I don’t want you to feel any kind of pain.”

Easier said than done.

Some cold liquid drops on my lower back and runs down my skin until it reaches Jasper’s finger, making it easier for it to slide inside me. It doesn’t hurt, but it doesn’t feel good either. Jasper moves the finger in and out of my ass before forcing another in. A few whimpers rise in my throat.

“I think this should do it. I’m going to put some lube on the vibrator,” Jasper says as he takes out his fingers.

Seconds later, he pushes the vibrator inside me. It burns, but I can take it.

“Time for dinner,” Ansel says as he turns me around, my back to his chest. I try to cover my tits, but Ansel grabs my wrists. “We want the entire buffet on display. Jasper, take off her panties.” Jasper grabs my panties with both hands and rips them off of me. Ansel spreads my legs wide open. “How about a few photos? I’m sure the internet would love to see sweet pink pussy before and after we fill it with our cum. Make sure the vibrator is visible as well.”

My heart sinks. I thought they were doing this because they liked me. So foolish of me to think otherwise. This is just a game for them. A way to take down my father. But I said I’d help them. I’ll play my part so well, no one will doubt I’m enjoying being fucked by them. Maybe I will, but that’s only physical because my body is weak, but my heart knows better. All that talk about the Lair was probably bullshit.

I’ll never love again. I’ll never trust a man again.

After photos of me are taken, chairs are moved around Ansel and me, making me think Jasper and Mose are sitting on either side of us. The vibrator starts buzzing inside my ass. It’s the first time I have one inside me and it feels better than I expected. Especially since it’s smaller than a dick and it doesn’t hurt me. Even the burning sensation I had initially is fading away.

Something warm is poured all over my tits.

“I think the dress was just ruined,” Mose says seconds before he licks the valley between my breasts. At least, I think it’s him. Being blindfolded is not as bad as I initially thought, but I still hate that I can’t see what’s happening around me. When Mose speaks again, it confirms it is him who is licking me. “Fucking delicious,” he grunts before lapping my nipple.

Jasper closes his mouth around my other nipple, sucking it hard. The vibrator keeps buzzing inside me and if not for Ansel’s palms holding me still, I would probably grind my pussy all over his thighs.

“Make room on the table,” Ansel suddenly says. Mose and Jasper stop teasing my nipples. “I just had a brilliant idea.” What is he planning now? “We are going to eat our dinner from Olivia’s gorgeous body.”

I blink, trying to make sense of what he just said but having a vibrator up my ass makes it hard to think, especially when it’s stimulating nerve endings that give so much pleasure. This is some other level of madness because in what Universe is anything related to ass pleasurable? And yet Jasper just made me come with his mouth and tongue and the vibrator is dangerously dragging me to another one.

Jasper chuckles. “Why didn’t we think of that earlier?”

“I like the way you think,” Mose says next.

A lot of noise follows before I’m suddenly put on top of a flat surface, which I assume is the table.

“I hope you don’t mind if I rip off the dress,” Jasper says. I want to tell him that I do mind but there is no time as I hear fabric being torn apart. Shit. He will definitely not be happy about the dress. Even if it’s not my fault it got ruined, I’ll be the one to be blamed. Like always. “Fuck, Little Love, you are breathtakingly beautiful.”

I know what my body looks like with all the scars, but Jasper’s tone sounds genuine. Yet I cannot stop wondering why he sees me as beautiful. It makes no sense to me why a man would ever look at me and think, ‘I want to fuck her.’

Food is placed on my body. I've been used as many things before, such as a living cock fleshlight, or a punching bag, among other things. But I have never been used as a plate. The idea…excites me.

The vibrator buzzes faster, making my hips jerk up. Someone grabs my waist and pins me to the table.

“Be a good girl while we have dinner,” Ansel says.

A finger enters my pussy, adding to the pleasure.

“I thought I was going to join?” I whimper.

Mose chuckles. “But you are. And once we are done eating and only if you have been a good girl, we will feed you before we move on to dessert.”

“And what’s for dessert?” I want to know.

Another finger is pushed inside my pussy, stretching me and slowly fucking me. I try to stay still but it seems like such an impossible task. The way my body reacts to each and every touch of these men is not logical. Many men before have tried to make me cum but they only left me in tears, and in pain. Yet, when it comes to Ansel and his blood-brothers, anything they do to me leaves me wanting more. It’s like my body thrives when I’m with them.

“Pussy for us and cocks for you,” Jasper replies. “And you are going to take them up your ass, up your pussy, and down your throat because you want to please us. Right?”

I lick my lips because it sounds like it’s going to be a long night and I might not want to eat, especially if they plan to choke me on their cocks. I don’t usually have a gag reflex, but Jasper is too much even for me. Ansel and Mose, I can manage, but Jasper is another story. I’m pretty sure the inside of my pussy is bruised from how rough he fucked me last night. But he also made me cum more times than I can remember.

“Yes, my Lords,” I moan.

Someone kisses me. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days with you. And then, eternity,” he says against my lips. Ansel. His lips travel down my body until they reach my chest. “Fuck. I love your tits. They are the perfect size for us. I could spend hours playing with them.” He licks something from my left tit.

“And they say the perfect toys for men don’t exist. It’s because they never saw Olivia’s boobs,” Mose adds before putting his mouth on my stomach.

“ And no one except us will ever see her naked again,” Ansel snarls.

They do realize they plan to put videos of me on the internet, right? Many men will see my pussy on full display there, not only my tits.

The fingers curl inside me teasing a spot that has me see stars before my eyes. Ever since that first orgasm it is like a dam was broken, opening the gates to pure pleasure, making cumming for me easy. Mose’s tongue swirls inside my belly button while Ansel gives attention to my other tit.

The vibrator buzzes hard.

The fingers keep moving.

Ansel and Mose keep licking and lapping food from my body.

My moans rise high in the air.

I’m so close… so close. Just a few more seconds.

“Make sure she doesn’t come until we are done eating,” Ansel says.

The fingers are pulled out from my pussy and the vibrator stops just as I’m about to cum. A cry of protest leaves my lips.

The guys chuckle.

“You are going to be so much fun,” Mose coos. “I can’t wait to see my ropes tied tight around your body.”

Is he into bondage? It doesn’t sound that bad. There are way worse kinks out there.

The vibrator starts buzzing again. More food is eaten from my body, greedy mouths and tongues cleaning my skin. I push my head back into the table. The guys want to drive me crazy. I’m sure of it.

Something touches the corner of my mouth. Two fingers. I part my lips and take them in. From their size and taste, I’m sure they are Jasper’s fingers. The ones that were inside me less than a minute ago. My hands wrap around his wrist as I suck his finger.

“Ah, Little Love,” Jasper rasps.

Ansel and Mose kiss and lick up and down my body until all the food from my body is gone. Jasper fucks my mouth with his fingers. I feel so overstimulated. Each touch incites a moan from me. Staying still is a huge challenge. My fingers curl around the tablecloth beneath me.

To keep myself distracted I start to count.

One Mississippi.

Two Mississippi.

Three Mississippi.

Four Mississippi.

Five dicks.

I’m not supposed to think of dicks. Definitely not dicks. Cocks. Phalluses.

Don’t tell me that I’m suffering from some side effects because of the drug that Jason had Leo inject me with.

Suddenly, I’m yanked to the edge of the table until my ass is in the air. I don’t even have time to squeal as a tongue attacks my clit. I think my body can only take so much pleasure.

Dicks are good. But tongues are the best.

One dick up my ass.

Two tongues in pussy.

Three dicks down my throat.

Four tongues licking and sucking my nipples.

Five dicks in my hands.

Oh. My. God. I need some holy water to purify my thoughts.

When the guys bring me close to another orgasm, they stop again.

“No, please,” I beg.

“Baby girl,” Mose’s voice from between my legs, “you haven’t earned the right to come.”

The guys are determined to tease me to the point of frustration.

“Besides, you already came once without our permission and now you need to suffer the consequences,” Ansel lets me know. Slapping my tits, he adds, “You don’t want to be punished like bad girls are, right?”

I shake my head right and left. “No. I’m a good girl.” My voice quivers. I hate being a bad girl. It’s when the worst punishments happen.

“We know you are good,” Jasper reassures me. “Now, we are still hungry. For you.”

I take a deep breath and try to endure whatever torture they subject me to.

By the time they finish eating, I’m ready to ask them to fuck me. So desperate for release.

They kiss me one by one before lifting me up from the table and removing my ruined dress.

“Such a good girl you have been,” they praise me. It makes me think…that maybe I’m not as stupid as Jason always claimed.

“And now you deserve a reward,” Ansel says.

“I do?” I ask, unsure.

Lips capture mine in a rough kiss. “Of course you do. Mose made sweet and sour chicken for you,” Jasper tells me.

“Oh. I like that dish.” My voice sounds hoarse from how much I have been moaning. But I couldn’t care less for food right now. My clit throbs painfully with the need for release.

“Good, because you are going to savor it like my dick is inside that tight pussy of yours. And while you eat, I don’t want you to react to anything I do to you. Understand?” Mose asks me.

Shit.

More torture. Not the kind that will make me bleed but the kind that will make me beg for more. And I never beg for sex. Until now. Until Ansel and Mose and Jasper. They are bad for my health. For my ass and pussy and throat. Yet, I can’t seem to get enough of them. Yep, I’m definitely suffering from side effects.

I nod. “Yes, my Lord.”

“You are not ready for her pussy,” Ansel chuckles.

“Wanna bet he will come in thirty seconds or less?” Jasper sounds like he is trying hard to contain his laughter.

“Har, har,” Mose growls. “It’s not my fault that my balls have an unlimited supply of cum. It’s not that I finish fast, it’s that my balls are leaking.”

Jasper snorts. “Unlimited supply of cum, my ass.”

“Come on, it’s not a shame to admit that you suffer from premature ejaculation,” Ansel burst out laughing.

“Premature ejaculation?” Mose snarls. “I’m going to fuck Olivia until she passes out from exhaustion and then I’ll fuck you two as well!” As if to prove a point, Mose sits on a chair, pulls me into his lap and thrusts his cock all the way up my pussy. I come so hard, Mose has to hold me in place so I won’t harm myself. It takes my body forever to calm down. “Beautiful, you just earned yourself a free spanking session.”