Chapter 11

ChapterEleven

River

Asher laughs as he taunts her. “That’s it, Pup. Eat it all up.”

His acting skills are impeccable. Asher’s always liked leashes, and this whole human pet shit seems to get him going. It’s why I let him do it to me once in a while. He’s more of a bottom than me, but occasionally I’m down with getting fucked without thinking about what will happen next. It’s fucking liberating.

I don’t know why gazing at Ella bent over eating out of a bowl by Asher’s feet is so hot, but goddamn, it makes my dick as hard as fuck. I’ll lose my mind if I don’t bust a nut soon. I have no idea how Alaric stops himself from coming so often. I need to jizz at least twice a day, or I’m beyond cranky.

Leaning forward, I whisper so only Asher can hear me. “Bitch is watching. It’s showtime.”

I rise from the table, gazing at Ella’s perfect round ass. Her rotund body jiggles, and my cock demands to play. I love that she has meat on her bones. It’s so fucking hot. I enjoy grabbing her fleshy rolls and when her giant ass tits spill from my large hands.

Ella’s arms tremble, and she shivers as I pour olive oil on her lower back, watching it flow around the butt plug and into her ass crack.

That ass has me in a damn trance.

A muffled moan echoes from the dog bowl as I remove the plug and slide my finger into her ass, pushing all the way to the knuckle. “That’s it, Princess. Stick out that ass. Remember when you pretended to be a sweet little girl? If only Daddy could see you being a pretty little whore for your big brother.”

I look up and see my stepmother, her eyes narrowed as she takes in the scene before her. The sick bitch is enjoying this. She’s always enjoyed witnessing innocents being defiled and urged us on like a cheerleader at a football game.

I drag down the fly of my pants. My stomach churns at giving Celeste a show, but until we get that file, we need to make the bitch think we’re with her. I swear, once we’re free of the cunt, I’m going to carve out her eyes and crush her. I long to have all evidence of the monstrous whore wiped from my mind. For Celeste to be a dead, buried, and forgotten memory.

Palming my dick, I impale Ella’s warm cunt while staring my mother in the eyes. The sick bitch wishes I was fucking her. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I lick my palm and slap Ella’s ass, not once looking away from my mother’s beady little eyes. My dick grows harder from the tight, warm cunt surrounding it and the knowledge that Celeste will soon realize her plan didn’t work out the way she intended. Her three sons were meant to destroy the little cinder girl, not become consumed by her.

I glance at the candelabra holding the long, tapered candle with its flickering flame.

Ella will freak out, but I have to make this believable. Celeste has to think we despise her, want to ruin, use, and discard her like a piece of trash.

Reaching for the candle, I shove it in her ass and gaze at the flickering flame. Ella squeals and squirms. “You better make big brother cum before the flame reaches your asshole. I’d hate to see a perfectly good hole burned to shit.”

Asher laughs, putting more force on Ella’s head to keep her in place as he jerks his cock. “Eat up, Pup, but leave room for dessert.”

Celeste laughs and claps her hands. “Stretch her holes. Benjamin and David like to fuck holes together. They’ll appreciate the slut being able to accommodate them easily.”

Someone seriously messed the bitch up, or maybe she was born the daughter of everything sick and demented. She’s such a bloodthirsty bitch. There’s no reason to torture Ella. The Nevin’s want to purchase her, and they don’t care how much she can take. Those sexual predators get their pleasure by inflicting violence on their victims. They get off on the excruciating torture.

Celeste is a psycho, which is why she wants to commit these acts on Ella beforehand. The bitch can’t handle not being part of the depravity. Celeste gets a sick high from crushing victims. This is where she’s different from the three of us. We also like to cause mayhem and have no issues spilling blood, but we don’t relish harming the innocent.

I push the candle further into Ella’s ass until the flame is as close as possible without burning her. Her sweet cunt grips my cock, and I know it won’t be too long before I come. Ella’s pussy is the definition of a nutcracker. Never have I experienced something so fuckin’ perfect.

My eyes connect with the warmth of the candle flame, which adds to Ella’s heat. Fire is a fascinating element. It purifies, sustains, and demolishes. A fierce force that ignites for comfort or burns for destruction.

“Don’t even think about using that wax on her,” Asher warns in a whisper. “I recognize the crazy in your eyes.”

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. He yanks 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.”

A trickle of blood unleashes down Ella’s back, growing into something prominent as he slides the blade over her skin. Ella screams as Asher licks the blood before sinking his teeth into her, filling and ridding himself of the darkness.

“Fuck,” Asher growls, shaking as he releases deep within her. His head falls onto her back, and for a second, he forgets we’re supposed to show Celeste our undeniable cruelty and not our capability to comfort.

Seeing Asher come undone has me ready to shoot my load as well. But I don’t want to cum in Ella’s mouth or on her face. I want to fill her pussy. “My turn.”

Asher pulls out, and I remove the corn from her pussy. I pump into her a few times, silently telling her I’ll make it up to her for my twelve-year-old boy ejaculation game. Gripping her hips, I hold her to me as I cum in the warmth of her perfect cunt. Reluctantly, I pull out and place the side plate under her cunt. “Push out the cum, slut. I want all of it on this plate.”

My mouth waters as I watch her squeeze every drop of our cum from her pussy. All I can think about is eating her out until she begs for mercy, but I don’t know if I can achieve that without sending alarm bells to Celeste.

I slide the cum plate to Asher, and he puts it in front of Ella. “Be a good girl and finish your dinner.” Asher tugs her leash, forcing her to lunge forward. “Protein is good for you. Oh, and Pup? Use the tip of your tongue. To make it interesting, River is going to tongue-fuck you. Better stay in control. If anything other than the tip of your tongue hits that plate, I’ll punish you.”

God fuckin’ love Asher. I don’t wait for instruction as I plunge my tongue into Ella’s cunt, tasting our cum mixed with hers. If I’m honest, I’d be happy to lick that plate with her, but I’ll lock that up for later.

Two fingers rub my asshole, followed by greasy liquid. Asher bites my earlobe before he pushes his fingers into my asshole, pumping in and out. “Thought you’d like being fucked by your brother for a change.”

The tip of Asher’s cock replaces his fingers. Moans escape my mouth as my tongue dives into Ella’s pussy and Asher pushes his dick further into my ass.

Asher sinks his teeth into me as he thrusts deeper, causing my body to ignite. I push my fingers into Ella, twisting them as I lap at her clit, desperate to tattoo her distinct flavor on my tongue. Between tongue-fucking Ella and getting fucked by Asher, it doesn’t take long, and I stiffen at the same time as Ella. She drenches my face as she squirts, and I cum all over the marble floor.

Pain shoots through me as Asher’s bite moves from loving to vicious. Knowing what he needs, I grab his arm, wrap it around my waist, and make cuts on his forearm.

“Fuck,” Asher moans as he pulls out and adds his cum to mine on the floor. “Pup,” he says as he pulls Ella’s leash. “Get over here. You have another snack.

“Can I please have some water?” Ella asks as she crawls off the table and sits beside our feet, looking at the fresh load of cum.

Asher pats her head affectionately. “Sure, Pup. Open your mouth.”

Ella gazes up at Asher and opens her mouth. He takes a sip of water and spits it directly into her mouth before shoving her head on the ground. “Now, fill your belly with all that cum, slut.”

“Oh, perfect,” Celeste squeals. “She’s going to be perfect.” She descends the stairs, her heels clicking heinously as she walks toward Ella. “It’s time for you to get ready, dear. Scrub all that filth off you. Oh, and wear something white and sweet. David likes his women to act like whores but not look like one.”