22. Taunted by the DevilMara

22

TAUNTED BY THE DEVIL

MARA

W hen Asher and I return home, I sit Cassius and Creed down and explain the situation I have put myself in. Making sure they know how I feel about them but also that if they want to step back from our relationship, I would understand. Same as Ash, they tell me they understand, and they want to work through any bumps we have as we move forward.

I'm so damn happy there's a forward! I've been concentrating for so long on thoughts of them rejecting me that I never imagined them wanting me, even though I have major baggage. The kind that can kill not only me, but them.

More time passes and we work on satisfying my hunger in all different ways, but when I am starving, it can only be done with all four of us. That's my safety net, so I don't hurt any of my guys.

Although things with Cass, Creed, and Asher are going well. The other man in my life has been picking up his game. With my hunger being calmed and the comfort from the guys, my body has been relaxing more lately. I've been not only resting my body like a human, but my soul as well.

When I sleep, Samael comes regularly now. When he appears, I listen. I've been learning about him. His tells. His strengths and any weaknesses that will counteract them. This is what I can do to protect my men. To make sure they have a future, with or without me.

He taunts me, my old master. With words and memories he draws me in and I pretend to fall into his lies. Samael used to be a sweet talker, and I used to get trapped by the false high. Not anymore. I see through him and only concentrate on the things I know to be true.

Samael is powerful, manipulative and a leader. He is not empathetic, patient, or reliable. And he can not love. The only thing he has ever come close to caring about is himself. And now that I understand those things about him I can try to find out about what he fears the most and use it against him.

Creed distracts me with kisses while Asher sneaks up behind me and tries to tickle my sides. I shriek as I just about jump out of my skin. Asher found out last week that I was ticklish. He was rubbing my feet after a long day dancing and he hit just the right spot and I squirmed. But the playful guy Asher has become found that hilarious and pinned me down to find every possible spot to torment me with. I laughed so hard my eyes watered and my stomach muscles were sore for a week. It was great. And I got to see a super relaxed, life in the moment side to him that opens so many more doors with us. Now he's more fun and flirtatious around the house. We've really enjoyed the personality change.

Creed and Ash back me into a corner in the grungy kitchen. They're both tickling me and my body twitches and contorts in an effort to get away from the torture. "Guys," I wheeze out the words. "Please. Stop."

They continue their form of affection and I can't stop laughing. My face is drenched in tears by the time Cassius storms in like a knight in shining armor and pulls them off of me. "Leave the poor girl alone. Too much happiness may break her and then we won't have anything to play with." He's facing them when he speaks and I slap him on the back.

"Really, is that all I am?" I ask playfully, but I am impatient for his reaction. He turns with a raised lip. A smile. Cassius was grinning at me, which is a rare sight. But when he graces us with that expression, it warms my chest. When the men I have grown to love are happy and carefree I am thankful. I feel blessed to witness their moments of freedom. Even if it's a stolen moment in a forgotten house. It's still a moment I'll treasure.

"No, you're the light in the dark, the end to my pain, my all in." He walks towards me, his face serious and his words a balm. "You are everything I thought I had lost. You make me happy. And, yes, you are our plaything." He places his thumb on my lower lip. "And sweet little angel, do not lie and tell me you don't enjoy every minute of us pulling your strings and making your body sing." He leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips before pulling away and finishing his statement. "Because if you do, I will punish that sweet ass and damn the consequences."

I look at him with affection and amazement. There has been so much growth in all of us since we've come together, but I never allowed myself to think we were a ride or die group. If I were to lift the barriers I've hidden behind for so long I would stop lying to myself and see he was speaking the truth for me as well.

"Cass, I didn't realize you had feelings." It's hard but I keep a straight face. "Also, there's a good chance you could sell poetry and make a killing at it. Maybe romance books."

He just looks at me with blank eyes. A statue lost in time. I'm trying, but a laugh escapes and he snaps into action.

"Oh, you little shit." He lifts me and throws me over his shoulder, placing a sharp slap on my ass. "That's it, boys. I think it's time to show our girl just how we conduct our punishments."

Cass heads up the stairs, the others trailing behind. They talk amongst themselves while I'm helplessly staring at Cass's ass and focusing on the tingles running over my skin. I jolt when heat races from my ass cheek to my core, as Cass smacks me and rubs the spot gently before he does the same to the opposite side.

"Hey, what was that for?" I grumble.

"It's just the introduction to your punishment, sweet angel." He sets me down, and that's when I notice we are in the bathroom. I look around in confusion, giving the guys time to wrap rope around my wrists. Before I can ask what they're doing, Creed grabs me around the waist and lifts me into the tub. My feet do not touch the cold porcelain but a cool wood board. I look down to see a small crate placed in the center of the bathtub. As I'm examining my feet, the ropes are pulled up over my head and my arms follow. The men have tied my arms to the shower ring. The brass bolts attached to the ceiling hold when I try to get free.

"What are you guys doing? I'm not sure if I like being tied up," I say to Cass, who is tying my feet to metal hoops coming from under the tub. "I think I like this less."

"You're going to have to get used to it," Ash's hand lingers on my ankle, while Creed's run down the back side of my leg. "This is how we discipline our naughty angel."

"What exactly did I do wrong?" Struggling slightly to judge my mobility, I look back at Cass.

"You assumed we didn't have the ability to care for you the way we do." He looks at the two other men in the room. "And that hurts."

"It's hard to believe that a monster like me can be important to someone," my head drops. "I've done so many bad things. And I've never truly been seen by anyone."

"Don't be sad, Mara," Cass grips the tips of my hair. "This is also for you. So that you understand you are our home. And we will protect our home with everything we are."

Goosebumps run the length of my arms as Creed stands behind me, balancing on the tub ring. His touch runs from my balled fists to my hips. "Stand still," he demands in my ear, as fabric falls away on the sharpness of a blade. Before I know it, my clothes lay discarded on the bathroom floor and I stand before my men, vulnerable, naked, and at their mercy.

They look at each other before focusing on me. As a unit, they move in for the kill. Cassius kisses up the inside of my leg, while Ash's full attention is on my breast. Creed, still standing behind me, grips my hair and pulls my head back. His lips on mine, his tongue invades my mouth, and I allow it. I allow all three to exact their form of punishment, while enjoying the lesson they wish to teach me. These men love me. They are showing it through their worship of me.

"I want to touch you. Please let me touch you." I try to adjust my stance, but the ropes don't allow the shift. I can't handle all the sensations without being able to create my own for them.

The men began to move as one. Cass and Asher kneel to unleash my legs while Creed loosens the ropes on my arms. Asher lifts me as Cass removes the box. Lowering me to the tub floor, Creed rebound the ropes, leaving my arms and me still captive.

"We can't let you touch just yet. Creed and I want to share you, and Asher wants to watch." Cass and Creed step into the tub, one in front and one behind. Lifting my legs to cradle in his elbows, Creed slips his fingers deep inside my needy pussy. I cry out and he pumps into me, relentless, until my orgasm releases. I'm panting. Creed is collecting my wetness and pulling it backwards and using it to massage my sensitive hole. I jerk towards Cass. He kisses me before slowly entering my tight spasming cunt. He pumps in and out slowly as Creed takes his time with my ass, making sure I'm relaxed as he slowly pushes one finger inside and mirrors Cass's. Carefully adding another and another as Cass's thrusts speed up. I'm mindless by the time Creed pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his cock. With their first shared thrust I cum so hard my body fights their movements and Creed swears through gritted teeth.

The pleasure flatlines for just a second before it begins to ramp back up. Their movements create friction while their cocks hit the right spots at the same exact time. As my inner walls begin to twitch and my muscles begin to tighten, both cocks harden, and we orgasm together. Our moans and grunts create a sensual sound that heightens my orgasm.

I feel boneless. My muscles are jelly and as the men slide from my body Cass slowly lowers my legs. He kisses my nipples before looking at Creed. This must be a signal for him to release my arms, and they fall, lifeless to my sides. It's Asher who holds me up and lifts me in a cradle hold to transport me to the bed.

My thoughts are jumbled and my body is singing. Asher lays me down on the bed and I can't move. Ash runs his finger down the center of me, gently massaging my folds. I throw my head back. Parting me with his fingers, he slips them inside, while rubbing my clit in slow, small circles. I cry out. Cass's lips cover mine, and he swallows the sound. My hips begin a steady rhythm when Ash's tongue slicks over my clit. It doesn't take much before my body feels tight, coiled with sexual energy.

I reach out for Cass's cock. Gripping it firmly I rotate my fist up and down the shaft. Creed steals my lips from Cass. My pussy tightens with his claiming. His hands tangle in my hair as he pulls back and pushes his erection into my mouth. Without warning he thrusts, hitting the back of my throat and cutting off my air. Choking, not able to breathe, he holds his cock in my mouth.

I can feel the spasms in my pussy. Ashers's tongue is not enough. I want to be filled. Pressing my mound into Asher's face I pray he understands the meaning. Creed releases my hair, and I pull back.

"Somebody fuck me, please," I beg as I pull in air.

Asher smiles against my pussy and stands. I wrap my legs around his hips and allow my eyes to plead for what I want. Lining his cock up he looks at me and I nod then turn to take Cass's cock into my mouth. Ash surges into me and I scream around Cass. He groans and grips the back of my head.

"Do that again," he demands.

Asher and I both comply with the order as he plows into my pussy and quickly begins to speed up. I moan and gargle around the heavy erection in my mouth. I begin going back and forth with Creed and Cass, sucking and jerking their cocks. Asher starts to slow. I tighten my grip on his waist, urging him to go deeper as our bodies collide. I can't prevent my hips from rising as my body heats.

I am so wet from my orgasm in the tub, I can hear the slippery sounds every time he drives back into me. My skin is hot. The tension in my body hits its peak. My body can't hold back. Every muscle tightens. Each electron sparks. I burst into a million stars, dusting the sky. Creed pulls out and both men on my sides release all over my breasts and abdomen. Asher speeds up through my release to allow the contractions in my walls to milk his seed from his cock.

Drained from the miniature explosions in my body I pass out and enter a recharging sleep. Blissful and unaware of the foe that has barged his way into my happy thoughts I imagine a life without demands. A future where I can live and love the three warriors without fear. But as soon as I can conjure it up it is ripped from me as Samael steps into sight, amused by my hopes.

"I'll soon be free." He steps closer, reaching out a sharp claw. "I'm coming for you Eisheth, and there's no way you can stop me." His nail touches my cheek, leaving a small scratch that burns like acid. He laughs and disappears from view.

I cry out and my eyes open to an empty bedroom. Where are my guys?