Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Ezra

(Two Years Ago)

She thinks I haven’t seen her in three years, but that’s not the case. She just didn’t see me. After that day in the forest, my obsession with her grew. She became the drug I needed to survive. I bugged her phone and set up a camera in her bedroom at her parents’ house.

I watched her fuck her pretty pink pussy with a dildo on her bed, legs open wide as she moaned and bucked her hips. I made Malachi or Dariyus fuck me while we watched her get off. I even nutted on the damn television, pretending it was her face I was covering with my cum.

But nothing is as good as having her here in front of us.

I unzip my pants and pull out my rock-hard dick. “What’s it gonna be, Fawn?”

Her steady hands work toward her bra as she undoes the clasp and lets it fall to the floor. I watch as she slides her fingers down her body to the elastic of her panties. With one tug, they fall to her upper thighs, providing a glimpse of her fat pussy lips.

Briar slides one foot out of the garment, then the other before it’s discarded, and she stands before me in all her naked glory. Her eyes move down to my cock, and her pink tongue darts out as she licks her lips.

“There’s my little cock whore. Why don’t you get on your knees for us, Briar?”

She falls to her knees as if on autopilot. Her back arches and her big, beautiful stomach and giant tits mesmerize me.

My lips turn up at the realization that as much as she’ll deny it, Briar will always crave what I can give her. Three years ago, I couldn’t offer her more. She wouldn’t have gone with only me, but today I can give her what she craves—a split with traditional values.

I palm my cock, moving my hand up and down in slow, steady movements. “Such a good girl. Do you want to suck my dick, Briar?”

She nods.

“Use your words, Briar. Do you want to suck dick?”

“Yes,” she pants.

I turn to Malachi. His cock is pointing like an arrow straight at Fawn. The only thing I can focus on is the thought of her getting railed by my best friends. All her holes stuffed until cum drips from every one of them.

“Clip her,” I say.

Malachi glances at me as if checking I’m sure. I nod, letting him know it’s fine. I know what he needs. He’s the one who showed me that I like it too. Both of us enjoy inflicting pain, but we also enjoy having it inflicted on us. Briar can handle it. She did that day in the forest.

Briar’s eyes widen as Malachi steps up to her holding binder clips, his version of makeshift clamps. The sadistic fuck is good at coming up with uses for everyday objects to inflict pain.

Malachi smiles at her. “I like the ones with teeth. They hurt more, and it’s so hot when a clit looks like it’s about to bleed. We’ll work our way up to those.”

“Do I get to say no?” Briar asks.

There’s my girl. Fuckin’ smart mouth. She’s totally helpless and still biting back. “Pick a safe word, Fawn. One word. The only word that will make us stop.”

“Richard.”

I hold my breath for a moment before I burst into laughter. “That’s the name you want? Your dad’s?”

Briar shrugs. “If I’m contemplating that man, I’m definitely not in the mood to fuck.”

Malachi walks behind her and wraps his hand around her neck before squeezing. Briar lifts, and he lets go. She flinches as Malachi places one binder clip on her left nipple before moving to the other. “You think this stings? Wait until you’ve got one on your clit. Lean back and spread your pussy for me.”

“Such a good girl, Fawn,” I say as she leans back and spreads her pussy lips with her hands.

Malachi attaches the third binder clip to her clit and helps her back to her knees before walking toward me.

“Such a perfect slut for us, Briar. Now crawl to us like the pathetic little whore you are.”

Briar lands on her hands and knees and slowly moves toward us. I gaze at her round belly hanging above the hardwood floor. I reckon Briar doesn’t know how sexy her curves are. How I’ve spent nights salivating over the softness of her body, or how all I want to do is grab onto her stomach and fuck her into oblivion.

“What are you, Briar?” I ask.

Her head tilts, and she gives me a blank stare.

I step forward and yank her head back with a fist full of her hair. “I asked you a question, Fawn. Did you forget how to speak?”

She glares at me, fire blazing from her soul. “I’m a girl who will do whatever is needed to not only survive but win.”

That’s the attraction of Briar, right there. It’s not her killer body, her pretty face, or that from the moment she was born, she cast some fucked up spell on me. It’s her damn fire. Briar is a warrior.

But as much as I take pleasure from her disobedience and revolutionary attitude, I also enjoy it too much when she submits to me. It’s a little fucked up. I would stand behind her back and let her lead an army, but when it comes to fucking, I want her on her knees begging for me. It’s a dualistic contradiction. I want her strong, but I also want her weak and broken. I used to believe I was deranged for wanting to hurt her when I care about her so much. It’s partly why I like pain—it’s punishment for the fucked up shit that goes on in my head.

“That’s not what I meant, Briar. Right now, while you’re naked, crawling to us like a common whore, what are you?”

Her lips turn up. “I’m a girl who will do what she needs to not only survive but win.”