Chapter Fifteen

Lily

Thanksgiving and Christmas came and went. My mom didn't make a scene about Charles and was surprisingly nice to the guys. Writing the list wasn't easy, but with their help, we managed to split it into things I was ready to try, and a few things I wasn't sure about but would proceed with caution.

My life is perfect, and I have found a natural rhythm and relationship with each of the guys individually. It was a combination of needing to get to know them on a personal level and wanting to know their personal likes and dislikes. I've discovered Eli loves to bury his cock inside me while we sleep, and North loves to kiss for hours, just exploring each other's bodies. Harlen seems to like everything, but he recently told me he wanted to have sex with me while I was asleep, and with my consent it became a mission for him to get the others to fuck me into a delirious mess and pass out. North then wanted to film it, and I have to say, watching his one successful attempt was hot as fuck.

For my comfort, all the videos are recorded on my phone and stored in a vault, which is password protected. I respect them so much for making me feel safe and secure. I really couldn't have asked for better men, and it still blows my mind I'm saying men, plural . The town didn't take it well at first. As predicted, Eli and I were front-page news after we walked through town hand in hand—the picture of him holding my tampons is cut out in our scrapbook—and the amount of times we have made the front page in the last few months is laughable.

Tonight, we are trying something else on my list. I want them in their masks, and I want them to be rough and hurt me. This has been a hard limit for North, as he wanted us to have trust before we got to this point—and a safe word. He has been honest; he doesn't know how big of a part he will play. He has drawn the line at any of them using a closed fist, and the others agreed. I'm excited and giddy. While it might seem odd, we have spoken about it at length. We've even written lists of what it would involve, with each man pointing out what they would be comfortable doing. Harlen is okay with slapping me, while Eli is okay with choking. Knowing all this doesn't make it any less exciting. I want to experience what it's like, and how much I will enjoy it. I won't know until it happens, but I'm so happy I get to experience it with them.

For North's sake, I went to the diner and got us dinner so we can have a nice meal beforehand and make him comfortable in his decision to at least try this tonight. Even if he leaves, if he can't watch, I trust all three of them with my body and my heart. I don't know if I would go as far as saying I love them yet, but right now we are all happy with how things are going.

The feeling of being watched has me on edge. It happened on the way to the store, and I thought it was Eli, but when he does it and he can see me growing worried, he makes himself known. People might think it's creepy how he follows me around, but he admits he does it, and I am okay with that. Our dynamic works on trust and communication.

Looking behind me again, I see no one there. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me because I know what is going to happen after dinner.

"Someone help me, please. I'm stuck!"

I whip my head to the left toward the cemetery. "Leila?" I call out.

"Lily, please help me," she cries. "I fell over and can't get up."

"I'm coming," I call into the darkness. Our dinner drops to the ground, and I run as fast as I can toward the cemetery.

"I'm near the mausoleum. Please hurry!"

Cutting right, I run toward where she is. I know it well, as Eli and I come out here sometimes when he shows me all his favorite graves, though most died long before either of us was born. My heart races in my chest—I hope Leila isn't hurt. She's my only female friend here, unless you count Mrs. Morgan, who secretly pops over for coffee once a week. I think she's living vicariously through me, and she likes to watch the guys work, not that they really have much left to do anymore. North convinced me to renovate the bathroom and update things since there was mold on the ceiling. I agreed because his puppy-dog eyes got to me, and North in a tool belt and no shirt is a fantastic sight.

Slowing as I near the mausoleum, I search for where she could be. A twig snapping behind me has me whirling around, and a red glow mask illuminates the darkness. Oh shit, do they know Leila is hurt as well?

"Leila!" I call out, but she doesn't answer.

"She can't save you," Eli's husky voice calls out. I spin to look for his mask, and it lights up to my left.

"I need to help my friend."

Harlen steps out of the shadows. I know who they are now, even with the masks. He is holding something up in the air.

"Someone help me, please. I'm stuck!" I can see the audio track lighting up the phone Harlen is holding.

"You better run," North shouts.

"And don't get caught," Harlen calls out as I take off running.

These assholes had it all planned out. I push myself faster, knowing they will be hot on my heels, and I keep to the cemetery, heading toward their house. I chance a glance around for their masks, my adrenaline getting the better of me, and I trip over a fallen branch, landing face-first in the dirt beside an old grave. Their footsteps thunder right behind me .

"Please don't hurt me," I cry.

A hand wraps around my hair and pulls. I bring my hands up to grip his wrists, knowing deep down it's Eli. When he has me on my knees, he crouches over me.

"Be scared, little girl. We are going to own you."

I shiver at the sound of his voice, like I always do. One word out of his mouth makes me so damn wet I could become a slip and slide.

He drags me to my feet and then loosens his hold. Twisting my body, I kick out. The tip of my toe collides with his junk, and he groans, stepping back. I'm not sure where the others are or why they split up, but I run, giving it everything I have. His footsteps grow closer and I'm no match for him when he finally grabs me around the waist and slams my back against a large tree. It almost knocks the wind out of me, and one of his big hands wraps around my neck so tightly my body goes into fight-or-flight mode. I grab at his arms and dig my nails in deep, breaking his skin.

"You fucking whore, you're going to pay for that," he growls, letting go of me, and I drop to the ground, gasping for air.

I'm ready to fight. Shoving both my hands into the dirt, I gather a handful, and as he bends down, I flick the dirt from my hands at the holes in his mask. He grunts in surprise as he takes three steps back and turns his back to me. I scramble to my feet and spot the clearing for the house, but as I dart into the open, Harlen cuts across it. My eyes widen and I keep running. The door leading to the lower level is open, and if I push hard enough, I have a slight chance of beating him there. I reach the door, but this time I find no Halloween decorations inside—they have all been taken down. As I sprint through the room and reach the second door, I turn back and see him standing in the doorway, his chest rising and falling.

He steps forward, and I fling the second door open, then I run straight into North. A scream peels from my lips as I fall back onto my ass. I'm winded, so I use my moment on the floor to get my breath back, but North leans down and throws me over his shoulder.

"Put me down," I scream. It sounds louder now we are inside. I beat my fists against his back as he walks further into the lower level and through an open door. Looking around, I see they have set it up well. There's a dingy, old bed and a metal table with a rope rolled up on top. North throws me roughly onto the bed, causing my teeth to clack together.

Harlen picks up the rope, just as Eli steps through the door. He closes it and flicks the lock. Harlen moves closer, rope in hand, then he reaches out to grab me. My right hook throws him a little off balance, and his hand strikes out. His slap has my head falling to the side, and I tumble from the bed.

"Get up," he demands.

"Fuck you," I spit, scrambling backward.

The room is otherwise empty, with nothing I can use to defend myself. The three of them surround me and I can't fight them off. Eli moves in quickly, grabbing my arms and forcing them behind my back as I struggle against his hold. North steps in closer to me with Eli's switchblade and starts to slice my clothes straight from my body, while Harlen moves out of my sight, the rope in his hands. Once I'm naked, I feel him bind my arms behind my back.

"I'm going to have so much fun destroying you," Harlen rumbles near my ear, his voice deeper than normal and laden with dark intention.

"Stop, you're hurting me," I cry out as Harlen tightens the rope more.

Eli steps in front of me and squats down. I see a hint of his eyes behind the mask, and he winks at me. "Open up."

Instead, I clamp my mouth tighter, and he laughs as he takes my face in one hand and squeezes until my mouth opens. He then wedges something between my lips—it's a cross between a mouth guard and an O, and it forces my mouth to stay open. I can't talk and spit starts to pool in my mouth.

I'm pulled to my knees by the rope.

"Now the fun really begins," Harlen says, stepping around me and undoing his zipper. "I'm going to fuck your throat and there is not a thing you can do to stop me."

North moves to the corner of the room, while Eli holds my head. Harlen steps forward and pushes his hard cock through the O. He groans as he reaches the back of my throat, causing me to gag, and spit rolls down my chin. He fucks my mouth as if I were Eli, rolling his hips back and pushing in further with each thrust, making my eyes water and my jaw ache .

I try to push past the pain, then Eli roughly tugs me back, giving me a much-needed break as I gasp for air. Right when I think Harlen will slip back between my lips, Eli lifts me to my feet and drags me over to the metal table. He lays me sideways on it, flat on my stomach, with my legs hanging loose. He doesn't speak, but simply grabs my legs and zip-ties my ankles together, clearly not trusting I won't kick him in the nuts again. North pushes off the wall, and I follow him with my eyes until I can no longer see him. In fact, I can't see any of them. Someone steps up behind me, and runs a hand over my ass, then brings it down with a crack—once, twice, and the third time, it's right on my pussy, forcing a whimper from me as my drool collects below me on the cold metal. Eli comes back into view for a split second and pulls out what looks like a pillowcase from his back pocket. I struggle again, but my screams are muffled by the device in my mouth, which he pops out and then lifts my head, sliding it inside the black pillowcase. He doesn't tie it off, but it leaves me in complete darkness.

Suddenly, there's the scuff of boots as one of them steps up behind me, and he sheathes himself balls deep in one thrust, catching me off-guard. No one talks, which is causing my head to play tricks on me. We have a safe word, but I don't plan to use it. They know I crave the sound of Eli's voice, or Harlen's praise, or the way North strokes my hair or my arm if things are a little out of his comfort zone, but right now I'm alone, and hot tears spill from my eyes. I'm glad North can't see me like this.

Realization hits me—it's North inside me. His dick is slightly curved and hits a spot which has me dripping without him even trying. He thrusts hard and presses down on my back. While he may not be using words, I can feel him telling me he's here and giving me what I need. When he pulls out after several more punishing strokes, I feel the loss of him, but he is quickly replaced with Eli, who stretches me out in a way uniquely him. He doesn't go hard; instead, he pulls back excruciatingly slow. Eli teases me, making my walls clamp around his shaft as they try to suck him back inside me, and he draws me nearer to an orgasm but stops before I reach the peak. When I whimper, he pulls out, and I'm lifted like a rag doll and laid face-down on the lumpy mattress, then someone climbs onto the bed and leans over me.

"Do you need to orgasm?" Harlen asks, pushing two fingers inside me and curling them to rub along my G-spot, making my body shudder.

"Yes, oh god, yes!"

"What a dirty girl, wanting a stranger to make her come," he whispers, his breath feathering against my skin, and I shiver. He removes his fingers and repositions himself, then his cock slides between my cheeks as he moves his length up and down, his precum smearing against my skin. I can only move enough to push my ass up and entice him to make the throbbing between my legs stop. I still can't see anything past the pillowcase, though I can sense Eli and North beside me, watching us.

"Do you want to know a secret?" he asks, but doesn't wait for my answer. "They like to watch you struggle, all tied up for us. And when I'm done, you will be covered in our cum, marked by us, and you will be stuck here forever. Do you want to be ours?"

"Yes, mark me, make me yours," I pant, and he does.

Harlen slides between my closed thighs, finding the wetness with ease, and he pushes inside me. He rolls his hips over and over, letting my orgasm build, then he leans down over me while supporting most of his weight, and my whole body thrums in anticipation. His lips tease the sensitive skin along my neck, then he sinks his teeth into my shoulder, and I'm gone, thrown over the edge, my pussy spasming around him as I scream a string of jumbled non-words. Harlen releases my shoulder and straightens, then warm wetness lands across my back while Harlen is still inside me. He curses as he thrusts in deep, then goes still, the swelling and pulsing of his cock the only movement.

"You're ours, Lily, and we are never letting you go," Eli says, removing the pillowcase from over my head.

North's eyes go wide when he notices the tears in mine, and he steps forward and caresses my damp cheek as Harlen pulls out of me and undoes the ropes. Once he is done, North scoops me into his arms, places a kiss on my head, and tells me he will take care of me. And that is exactly what he does. He takes me upstairs and places me in Harlen's bed, then climbs in behind me and pulls me into his body. Eli and Harlen are not far behind, and they spend hours holding me, touching me, and telling me how perfect I am.

"Do you really want me to be yours forever?" I ask them as the sun peeks through the curtains .

"Yes," they say in unison.

Sometimes when life gives you lemons, you just have to roll with it. Sometimes things work out perfectly because of the curve ball. I would never have expected Charles to do what he did, but if he hadn't, I wouldn't have moved to Maple Hollow to live in my deceased grandmother's house. And I definitely wouldn't have met these three amazing men, who are determined to let me experience what I like without shame or feeling different. And who knows? Maybe one day the people of Maple Hollow will be okay with them chasing me through the town square. I snort at the thought. Yeah, some things won't ever happen, but that's okay because my masked men will chase me anyway.

The End