Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Dariyus
(Two Years Ago)
Some people don’t believe in purgatory, but I do. I was born into, raised, and forged from it. My entire life has been a vast void of uncertainty. I easily recognize someone who suffers my fate when they’re in the same space as me, and at this moment, Briar is living the same hell. She’s a twin flame or quadruple flame if you like.
I discern how she matches the fire within the three of us. Malachi, Ezra, and I work well together. We have from the first moment we met.
We each had broken fragments, but when our tattered, bruised pasts and fragile mental capacities were pieced together, we fit perfectly. We fueled each other and provided what was needed to survive for another day.
But even though we fit, we also fed into our dysfunction.
Now, we use invisible duct tape, patching holes to remain functional. But it’s a temporary fix because each of our puzzle pieces has become frayed and no longer clicks together perfectly.
As I watch two people I love fuck a girl who intrigues me, I wonder if she’s the piece that will soothe our frayed edges and make everything finally click.
I rub the rope between my fingers, letting the rough texture soothe me. I’ve always been fascinated with the power of rope, its varied uses, and what it represents. It can bind and tether. It can bring wild, unimaginable pleasure. And it can end a life.
I’ve used rope in all of its capacities. As a young boy in Rasht, no older than five, following my two older sisters and their friends as they dragged a skipping rope down the streets with the humid rain cascading down on us.
As a teen, I threw it down a well to save a school friend who was shoved to his death by a Basij officer because he was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Playing with the ends of my Zoroastrian grandfather’s Kushti, which he wore around his waist to remind himself of his ancestors and his faith.
Binding and elevating my two best friends while we experienced carnal bliss.
And the moment I saw my father’s head placed in a noose as the rope tightened and snapped his neck because the Sepah accused him of being a traitor when all he wanted was freedom.
I’ll use rope on our pretty little guest, too, but not now. Patience is easy for me. It’s how I’ve survived. I know when to ponder the outcomes of a scenario and when to step in and take charge as a willing voyeur in the scene unfolding before me.
I’m the strategist of our merry band of misfits. Ezra is the leader. His purpose is to make moves that will strengthen us. Malachi is the impulsive one. He doesn’t glimpse past his emotions and the situation in front of him.
Both men have lived in impulsive worlds and made rash decisions without thinking of the lasting repercussions. Raised to be kingmakers or ruthless rulers.
I don’t make any sudden or rash moves. Allowing Malachi and Ezra to have fun using her the way they see fit, to toy with her as if they are starving. Feral animals discovering their first taste of flesh in ages. I don’t enjoy the way they talk to her or manhandle her. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth when I view aggression toward women. But she seems to enjoy the depravity they show her. I also enjoy watching the scene as they reveal it before me.
Usually, I allow them to walk their paths and explore, examine, and enjoy their vises and virtues. But as I hear Briar say that all she wants is her freedom, something in me aches.
I take out all my darkest fantasies on my male lovers. It’s an odd sensation to be tempted by the darkness but yearn to walk in the light. That was why I snapped when I walked in and witnessed how Malachi handled her.
Truth be told, Briar seems to be holding her own with them, pushing and pulling both with no concerns or issues. But when I heard Malachi talking about fucking her in the club, I saw red. I’ve got no issues with public sex. I’m a voyeur and an exhibitionist. But that club is full of insane men with unstable tastes, and I want Briar nowhere near those people, especially since it’s those individuals she’s trying to escape.
“You should taste her, D,” Malachi says, turning toward me, his face glistening.
I’ll feast on her until her legs shake and her body’s spent, but one of us has to be gentle, and it has to be me. Briar is strong, sexy, and independent, but she also needs care, compassion, and tenderness.
Briar’s legs shake as Malachi stops thrusting his hips. He’s now holding his position in her mouth. There’s no way she can breathe, yet she won’t tap him to get off her. She’s stubborn. That will help her survive.
Malachi holds her legs, his face buried deep in her pussy. He laps at her like a man searching for the meaning of life, knowing the only way to find it is within her cunt.
“That’s it, Fawn,” Ezra encourages. “Come all over my cock like a good fucking girl. Show me what a slut you are and how much you love cock. Next time, pretty girl, we’ll fill all your fuck holes. You’ll be so pretty lying there, open and exposed, with our cum pouring out of you.”
My cock is as hard as steel as I hear Ezra’s words, and visions of her on display are vivid in my mind. I’ve also watched the videos of her in her room, spread out and exposed to my hungry stare. I’ve jerked off to her curves, pretty pussy, and giant tits. Malachi serviced my cock until I came down his throat at the exact moment she screamed her release into her pillow. I’ve seen visions of her face in my sleep and woken up hard as steel with memories of her orgasms in my mind.
“Fuck, you sucked me dry, Tiger,” Malachi says as he pulls out of her.
Cum and spit slide from the corner of her mouth. I’m ashamed of how turned on I am at the sight of her lying on the ground, an image of depravity. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Ezra smiles. “That’s it, Fawn. Your cunt walls are squeezing my cock tight. Milk the cum right out of me, you dirty fuckin’ whore. Show me you’ll be a good little fuck hole for Daddy. Such a pretty little fuck doll. Look how much we all want to fuck you. Don’t you feel like a pretty little whore for us?”
Malachi gets off her, his black motorcycle boots framing her head as he stares down at her, still on her back, mouth open full of saliva and cum. “Let me help you with that, Tiger.” Malachi bends, and I have a perfect view of his tongue delving into her mouth.
Briar doesn’t answer because she can’t. She’s trying to swallow the cum in her mouth, but it’s too much for her and flows down her cheeks until it hits the hardwood floor.
The scent of sex fills the room as Malachi crouches on his heels, his semi-hard cock dangling between his legs. “Let me help you with the mess, Tiger.”
He falls to his knees and brings his mouth closer to hers. Darting out his tongue, he licks hers and pulls at the thick white liquid, bringing it into his mouth. His mouth crushes hers, and I stare in adoration as they pass his cum back and forth between them.
Ezra, not wanting to be outdone, has his face between Briar’s legs. He adds a finger, then two, pushing his cum in and out of her. “Fuck, Fawn,” he pants, “your pussy is worth fucking dying a slow, miserable death for.”
He turns and captures my gaze as he pulls his fingers out of her pussy, brings them to his lips, and sucks. He’s tempting me, and he’s succeeding. All I want is to fall to my knees and taste every fucking inch of her.
As the two of them finish their sensual and vulgar acts, I step forward and lift her into my arms. I don’t say a word to my friends as I walk out the door and down the hall.
“Where are you taking me?” she asks, her voice shaking with satiated bliss.
“I’m going to clean you up and put you to bed.”
She stiffens in my arms. “I’m not a baby. I can take care of myself.”
“I know, delam. You’re resourceful and strong, but sometimes it’s nice to know there are people in the world who will make time to take care of you.”
“What will your kindness cost me?”
Her question is a punch in the gut. A statement that reveals no one has been kind to her because they wanted to. That her life is filled with barters. The notion makes me sick because that’s exactly how she ended up in my arms in the first place.
“I don’t want anything from you, Nafasam, at least nothing you aren’t prepared to give me willingly. Actually, that’s a lie. I want you to trust me. I want you to know I’ll never hurt you and that you are completely safe with me.”
“Hard to know that when you’re blackmailing me.”
I hold her tighter, my tone more abrupt and aggressive than I intended. “No one blackmailed you, delam. You found yourself in an awful situation and came to the devils to make a deal. Devils always get the better end of the deal. Besides, you’re part demon and don’t find things as distasteful as you claim.”