Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Briar

(Present Day)

Being bound and suspended while being gang-banged in a room of people is an out-of-body experience. There’s power in surrendering control when it’s your choice and when it’s with people you trust. Even with Malachi, I’ve always been safe. They’ve always put me at the center, worried about my comfort, happiness, and peace.

“Can’t run anywhere when you’re tied up like this, Tiger.” Malachi smirks and slaps my face with his dick.

My lips form around him, and I take him into me. I love Malachi’s cock. I love the piercings and the color of his tattoos. I smile as I swallow my name written in big, bold letters on the right side of his Jacob’s ladder.

“That’s it, slut. Take all of Daddy. Show me what a cock loving whore you are.”

Wet. I’m so damn wet. Every time Malachi calls me a name, my pussy gushes. For the last two years, I’ve been walking around with two pairs of panties in my purse because these men have me running like a faucet.

He grips my hand and holds my head down, forcing me to gag on him. It’s hard to breathe like this, especially when he’s also blocking my nose against his flesh.

I moan as Dariyus slams into my pussy. He doesn’t try to coax me cause he knows he doesn’t need to. I’m ready. They speed up their thrusts, fucking me like a piece of meat. A toy for their use.

I’m in heaven when there’s a pinch in my pussy. It’s uncomfortable at first. Someone might rip me apart because I’m so full. Oh god, they’re stretching me. These cocks are huge. I’m not sure if I can take two in one hole.

“You’re going to be gaping, Tiger. All these people are going to see your little fuck hole stretched nice and wide. Wonder if I can fit a baseball bat in there afterward? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? One of your daddies fucking your slut cunt with a long, thick piece of wood?”

Fuck. Malachi sure has a way with words. I’m a slut because the idea has me so fucking turned on.

“You dirty little whore. That got you going, didn’t it?”

I mumble a yes, muffled by his large penis.

“Fuck, slut. You’re gonna milk all that cum out of me. You hungry, baby? Are you looking for Daddy to feed you his hot cum?”

Yes. I want to be humiliated, degraded, and fucked so hard that I can’t even walk. I want my last night with these three men to be burned into my memory with such force that I’ll ponder on it every minute for the rest of my life.

Tears wet my cheeks. I want to stay.

A belt around my neck. I think I might die between the dick in my mouth and the pressure on my neck.

The sting of a slap on my ass. “You like two cocks in your dirty cunt, bitch?”

Ezra.

He won’t take this well. He won’t let me leave without branding my skin. A permanent reminder of him.

More strikes against my skin. These are much more vicious and meant to bruise.

“Let the cunt talk, Mal,” Ezra orders.

I gasp for breath as I try to contain the spit that floods my mouth from his brutal face fucking. He smears the saliva that falls out of my mouth around my face.

I’m not quick enough to answer, and he brands my skin with the sharp slash of a whip.

“Answer the question, whore, or I’ll whip you so hard that I’ll cut up your pretty, soft skin,” Malachi demands.

“Yes. God, yes. Please fuck me like a cheap whore. Fill all my holes with cum and make me drink it like a pathetic slut. Stretch my pussy, mark my skin, choke me. Use me.”

Shock racks my body and my mind at my depraved words. At the desperation in my tone, the need in my bones. I want to be theirs to use, to break, to control. I long for it because with their violence, their words, and their control, I feel liberated. I feel free, and this taste of freedom is something I want to experience one last time.