Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Dariyus

(Present Day)

Ezra reels back as my fist connects to his face. I say nothing, and neither does he. He needs to humiliate her, and I have a desire to protect her.

Ezra spits blood onto the floor as he rubs his jaw. “You act pissed, but the bulge in your pants gives you away.” He nods toward Briar on the floor, licking up Malachi’s cum.

I hate that my body reacts. That some fucked up part of my brain enjoys seeing the woman I love treated like an animal. I want to argue with Ezra, but there would be no point. Instead, I rip the leash from Malachi’s hands and connect it with the collar around her neck.

“You’re wild, D,” Malachi says, shaking his head. “You’ve got an issue with how we treat her but get off on walking her like a fuckin’ dog. What’s the difference?”

Her head turns to my hand as I gently pet her hair. “The difference is I take care of her. I like dirty shit, but I don’t need to harm her to get off. The two of you claim to love her but do the most atrocious shit to her.”

Malachi smirks as he leans toward me and whispers, “Just cause you don’t call her a whore or a slut doesn’t mean you don’t get off on treating her like your property.” He bends, running his hand through her slit before presenting his wet fingers to me. “Get offended on her behalf all you want, but our girl leaks like a faucet for it.” My lips part, and I go to speak, but Malachi shoves his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to taste her. “Now, stop being so damn uptight, and let’s go stuff her slutty holes.”

I tug at Briar’s leash, and she crawls toward the door. Ezra and Malachi follow behind. It’s how we’ve always done it, one of us in front of her, two behind her. The only thing we’ve ever cared about is ensuring no one hurts her. That’s why what we’ve planned is so fucked up.

Briar thinks this is one last show, one more fuck, before we let her go. But letting her go isn’t an option. When the guys approached me with their plan, bile rose in my throat. Everything I was against was out the window. It made me sick. It disgusted me.

Various eyes at the club fall on us. We aren’t new here. The three of us used to come here to fuck and watch people fuck. But this is the first time they’ve seen us with a woman. There’s never been a woman all three of us wanted and who we felt safe to bring into our world. A woman we wanted to share every aspect of our life with. Figures we want the only woman who wants to leave us.

I clasp the hemp rope and let the material soothe me before the crippling fear of losing her takes hold. Her pretty face is turned up to me, and even though we are in a crowded room, there’s no one but us. This is the moment I love the most, where Briar and I have a connection, a bond no other will have. I’m her rigger and through this bond, she completely submits her trust and her will to me.

“Hands behind your back, legs apart,” I demand.

“Yes, sir,” Briar responds and does as she’s told.

I jump on the chair and make hoops with the five ropes. Two for her ankles and thighs, one for her waist, and one for her wrists. Six points to ensure her safety.

Stepping down, I walk to her and fist her full tits before moving around her to find the bight center of the rope. I wrap it around her wrists, ensuring that two fingers still fit between her skin and the rope. Crossing the bight over the working ends, I tuck it underneath the ropes. A quick loop with the working end and I bring the bight through. Then another loop, and I pull the rope tight.

I stand back and take in her bound hands. “Fucking beautiful.”

I repeat the process for her ankles, waist, and thighs before hoisting her up so her head is level with my dick.

I bend so I’m at eye level with her. “You have your safe word. Use it if you need to, and it will all stop.”

Briar nods.

I hold her full tit in my hand and clip the nipple clamp on one and then the other. “It’s okay, beautiful. I know you like it. I’ll let you have the pain. I’ll let you have anything you want if you’ll stay, even if it’s hard for me to give it to you.”

She locks eyes with me, and I see the sadness in her eyes that parallels mine. Through the silence, we tell each other the things we want but are scared to say and the things we need but can’t have because they would destroy us.

I bring my lips to hers, savoring her taste. My Briar, jooné del-am. Deepening our kiss, I pour every ounce of emotion I have for her into it. I desperately need to show her how she’s captured my heart, and if she leaves, it will be like ripping it right out of my chest.

With the swipe of my tongue against hers, I try to convey how much she needs us. That with us, she’ll have everything she could dream of.

With the sigh from my lips, I hope she understands how much she means to us and that we’d stoop to any level of depravity to ensure she stays.

“Please stay.”

“I can’t,” she whispers.

Her words send rage through my veins. I want to punish her for being so stubborn, for not understanding that her decision won’t just hurt us but will ruin her, too.

Losing hope of convincing her before things go too far, I work on instinct as I open the fly of my black dress pants and unleash my cock. “Open up.”

She does as she’s told, with none of her usual struggle or pushback. A hiss escapes my lips at the first contact of hers on my dick. “That mouth of yours was made for sucking cock. Look how well you’re taking me.”

I grab the back of her hair and hold her against me. Her gags make me want to fuck her more, to own her, to show her I have all the power. It’s all lies because the power lies with her, the owner of my damn heart.

Copious amounts of spit trail out of her mouth as I pull back.

I grip the rope and hold it still before I bend to kiss her. “Give me all that spit, baby.”

Her warm spit cascades in my mouth, and we swap it back and forth until I take hold of it and stand.

Her large hazel eyes gaze at me, and I smile before I spit on her face. She opens her mouth to catch her breath, and I shove my cock deep into her throat.

She thrashes at the rope. She’s uncomfortable. I should stop. But fuck, her mouth is the fucking catalyst that brings a man to his knees. So warm.

I hit the back of her throat, and she can’t breathe. I like the surge of power from the act. Maybe Malachi is right—I enjoy humiliating her.

Malachi steps up to us and taps my shoulder. “Why don’t you go fuck her tight cunt and give me her slutty throat?”