Chapter 7

7

FINN

“ H mm.” I moan around Ringo’s cock. He tastes so good. Wet with a salty flavour I can’t get enough of. I slide his shaft down into my mouth, then back up so my tongue can swipe away more of his precum.

Prince’s hands grab my ass cheeks, making my skin stretch and flush. “Such a beautiful flower,” he murmurs. “Your ass was made for us. Look at that.” He brings a hand up to grip around my neck, and he starts with slow, shallow thrusts that have my body swaying back and forth and my mouth gliding over Ringo’s cock.

My ass burns. The intrusion is awkward and tight. I feel full and trapped in their dominance, leaving my mind to fight with my heart. Part of me wants to give in, to relax in their hold, but another part still wants to run and hide.

“Relax for me, sweetheart, and bare down,” Prince says. “I can feel your ass clench around my dick.”

I sputter around Ringo’s cock, making him chuckle while he traces the shape of my stretched lips with his fingertip. “So confused, aren’t you? You don’t have to be. Just let it happen. You’ll feel better if you do.”

He cups my cheeks and hums a melody. Inhaling a shaky breath, I lean into his touch.

“That’s it,” Ringo purrs. “Now, touch my balls.”

I do as he says, rolling his balls in my palm like they did to me. My chest flares when I hear him sigh in contentment.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good. Keep on sucking, flower. And keep that ass relaxed for my brother to fuck.”

“He’s doing so well, isn’t he?” Prince purrs, and he continues his slow thrust.

He’s right; I’m loosening up, though the ache still has me clenching.

“And to answer your question from before. Yes, we moved your stuff.” Suddenly Prince slaps my ass cheek. The stain blooms into desire, and I buck my hips.

Ringo chuckles and brushes a strand of brown hair out of my face. “Oh, he likes that. Again.”

Prince strikes my ass cheek and this time I moan. His thrusts are still slow, but when he hits the spot, a bolt of pleasure shoots through my spine. Pulling off Ringo’s cock, I cry out.

“There we are,” Prince hushes. “Feels good, doesn’t it, flower?”

I can only nod faintly. My ass is on fire. Ache is fueled by desire. My mind has given in, crumbling in front of my heart, and I let myself be drug into their world.

Ringo guides my mouth back on his cock.

“Fuck, yes,” Prince grunts. His thrusts picking up in speed. I shift and moan each time, mouth profusely leaking spit as I surrender to Ringo’s grip on my head, sliding me up and down. My jaws ache, but when a warm hand rolls my balls, I can’t help but mewl desperately around Ringo’s cock. My orgasm slowly starts to build up, coming from depths I didn’t know I had until this moment.

“Fuck, flower.” Ringo’s cock swells inside my mouth, and he closes his eyes and moans.

“Look at my brother,” Prince purrs into my ear. “Because he’s yours now. Look at how much pleasure you give him.”

Ringo peels open his eyes. They are black as the night. His lips curl into a small smile, and his nostrils flare. He lets out a guttural groan, then floods my mouth with his release.

Moaning, I try to take it all. The taste is new, and it’s warm, sticky and bitter. Not my favourite flavour, but watching Ringos’ body tremble as he moans through his orgasm is everything.

“Clean him up, flower.” Prince keeps his grip on me while I do just as he says, darting out my tongue and licking clean every bit of Ringo’s softening cock.

He bends forward and presses a kiss onto my lips, tasting himself on my tongue. His hand grabs hold of my cock, and he moans. The sound makes me desperate—the need to climax is overwhelming.

Prince’s thrusts become erratic, and he curls his hand around my throat and pulls me back against his chest. My hands reach back, and I grab his ass to hold on for dear life as he plunges inside me. My cock juts out, leaking and begging for release.

Ringo crawls closer, sealing his lips to mine and pressing our chests together.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Prince pants against my throat. “Fuck, baby, you’re precious.”

Ringo fists my cock and strokes. My balls draw up, and I let out a string of moans as a toe-curling pleasure tingles through my insides. I explode with a shout, and my climax shoots come everywhere. Prince’s cock fills my ass with his release, his grunts joining mine. I let my head fall against Ringo, who cups my cheeks and lifts my head, smiling.

His eyes have turned back to normal, irises more visible. They are dark brown with flecks of gold, laced with a mischievous glitter.

Crazy as hell.

They both are.

Prince drops kisses down my throat, then lowers his mouth to chase the curves of my shoulder blades down my back. His fingers dig into the swell of my ass cheeks, and he lets out a moan. “Look at that beautiful ass leaking with my come. It’s a shame to clean it.”

Ringo tosses him a towel. “Too bad, huh? You know how I hate come stains in my bed.”

“Hmm. Come stains ,” Prince mouths against my back dimple. Then I feel the warmth of the towel as he starts cleaning. When he’s finished, he gets out of bed, and I see a few blond locks stick to his sweaty forehead.

From fucking me.

I’m no longer a virgin. The thought is…yeah. I’m not sure yet what to think of that. My ass still hurts.

“I have questions,” I murmur as I watch Prince stride around the room in all his glorious nakedness. He puts on another record, and the room fills with a Christmas carol. The kitchen has a bar where a large coffee machine sits between two plants, and lights fall out of the ceiling, held by cords. It all looks very urban.

It all looks like I could still be dreaming.

“I have a question, too.” Prince walks back with a bottle of water and two glasses. When he opens the lid, he points his chin toward the camera. “That poor girl is still there.”

“Poor.” Ringo snorts. “Didn’t your friends agree with you writing that entire paper?”

My chin drops. “What—how do you know?”

Ringo puts an arm around me and squeezes me closer, using his feet to draw the sheets over our knees. We both take the drink Prince offers. “We know everything.” He winks at me.

“Now, what to do with—” Prince grabs the remote control, and the large flat screen comes on.

Lea is still sitting inside the isolation room. Her knees are pulled to her chest, squeezing her lithe frame close. She’s crying.

I shake my head. “That—that really makes me feel like shit.”

“Why?” Ringo asks. “She has allowed others to use you. She’s no friend.”

“A friend.” Prince snorts. “You don’t even know what that is.” He winks at me. “My brother’s crazy.” Dodging a thrown cushion that almost spills his water, he laughs. “What! You know I’m right.”

Ringo snarls. “Maybe. But I can tell when someone’s not honest. They hang out with you because you’re smart, flower. Well, guess what? Tonight, you outsmarted them. Now you get to choose.”

“No.” I take a sip from my drink. My throat feels dry. “She goes free. I don’t want her to get hurt.” The thought makes my chest tighten. “That’s what you’d do, right? You’d hurt her?”

“Perhaps not when I have a faculty Christmas party to attend the next day.” Ringo’s chuckle blooms into a full laugh, making Prince roll his eyes. “Unless you want me to, flower?”

I shake my head. I won’t ask how they know about the party, but it’s not exactly a secret either. It’s advertised everywhere in student spaces. “No, we let her go. She’s been spooked enough.”

“Boring,” Ringo whispers, then kisses the tip of my nose. “But predictable. Alright.” He presses a button, and through the screen, I hear a click.

Lea looks up, eyes glassy with tears. Her lips open as she eyes the door that’s slowly opening.

“Fuck, she must be terrified,” I mumble. I still can’t get my head around all of this.

We’ve only been here for a few hours, but it feels like I’ve been here forever.

Lea gets up from the bed and checks the door suspiciously.

“If you want, we can talk through the cameras and let her know to get the fuck out?” Ringo says..

I shiver, goosebumps rising, but shake my head. “You’d scare the living shit out of her.”

Prince chuckles and settles onto the bed on my other side, drinking straight from the bottle.

We watch as Lea leaves the room and scans the corridor. When she switches on her flashlight, I catch sight of her huge eyes.

“She looks crazy.”

I huff at Ringo’s comment. “That’s because she’s scared, asshole.”

“You’re not feeling sorry for her, are you?”

Prince slides my head to the crook of his arm and hums in approval when I throw a leg over his thighs. “Watch her, flower, while you turn around and present my brother your ass. She’s looking right at the door you disappeared from. It’s our backdoor.”

“She won’t come looking for you,” Ringo adds. “She’s about to save her own ass and her ass only. And I’m about to take good care of yours.” He rubs my ass cheeks. “How are you feeling?”

“It feels a bit weird,” I admit, eyes glued to the screen. He’s right. Lea checks out the door but turns on her heels and runs for the stairs.

“If you’d been in trouble, she would have let you rot in here,” Prince mutters.

Cool fingers probe at my entrance and start massaging my crease and hole. The room fills with the scent of almonds.

“Let him do his magic. Ringo is a god with his hands.”

Under Ringo’s touch, I start to relax. But my mind races. I have often wondered. Why me?

Why do—I nibble at my bottom lip while I watch Lea arrive on the ground floor. Her flashlight flickers as she runs for the front door. “Do you like me?” I ask. “I mean, people don’t tend to like me. I don’t know why. They either bully me or ignore me.”

On-screen, Lea is fighting with the door. She seems to be pulling for the life of her, but it won’t budge.

Ringo chuckles. “Watch this.”.

Prince squeezes my leg. “We like you. A lot.” He drops his chin onto my hair, and I exhale, shuddering.

Ringo continues his massage on my sensitive ass.

And the sound sweeps up.

“Footsteps,” I mutter. “They were so fucking scary.”

Lea screams. She keeps pulling and pulling, knocking on the wooden panel when nothing happens. “Let me out!” She screams.

Ringo chuckles into my nape. His finger massages the muscle rings inside my ass, and I sigh as they relax. “Let’s let the poor bitch out.”

The doors open so suddenly that Lea needs to jump out of the way to avoid getting hurt. Another footage pops up, this one from the outside. We see her running down the stairs, sobbing.

“Look at that bitch,” Prince whispers. “We could even sue her.”

“Don’t.” I turn over my shoulder to capture Ringo’s lips for a kiss. He moans into my mouth. When I pull back, he gives my swollen lips a lick. “Please.”

“Why are you so afraid of David?” He asks, adding another finger to open me further.

“Because—” I falter. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but despite having felt them countless times, they seem to have a different weight tonight. “Because he’s always there. He has something against me. He—he hates me.”

“And look at David now,” Ringo murmurs. His cock slides into my loose hole when the screen goes blank, then shows another footage.

David is hanging down in a well. A metal cuff is firmly around his ankle, and a thick rope is attached to it.

“Jess,” I choke.

“Hmm.” Ringo thrusts slowly, one hand in my hair, the other one on my waist. With the rocking of his hips, he pushes me further against Prince.

“She’s keeping him from falling into the well.”

“And it would be a long, long drop,” Ringo sings.

“Ah, there she comes.”

Lea comes into vision. She runs and shouts making Jess look up and wave her hands.

“Will she save them?” Ringo rasps. His thrusts become faster more urgent, and my arousal deepens.

Lea helps Jess pull on the rope, and we watch David slowly roll out until he’s sprawled onto the ground. He’s on his stomach, and it takes him a few seconds to slowly crawl onto his knees. Jess puts her arms around him and sobs.

Lea puts her phone against her ear and looks back at the building.

“She’s calling me.”

Prince huffs. “No, she isn’t.”

“If she’s calling the police, we’ll have more entertainment.” Prince angles my chin so he can kiss me, but all I can do is moan into his mouth. His hand slides down and grabs hold of my cock.

“Look at the camera.” He squeezes, and I moan, trembling as I come all over his hand.

A blue car stops by the fence, and Levi jumps out. The three others run toward him and leave the property.

“Oh my god,” I gasp. While I look at the flat screen, my body sags in exhaustion, bouncing back and forth as Ringo reaches his climax. He groans against the back of my hair, and I feel him filling up my ass before he collapses back.

Prince kisses my cheek, brushing away a few strands of my hair before I drop my chin back onto his chest. I hear him kiss his brother.

I should really leave now.

But my eyes flutter closed, and my mind goes quiet.