8. Archer

8

ARCHER

S ilence hangs in the air for a moment as I take in the word that has just left Lyric's mouth. She's agreeing to this far too easily, but I decide not to dwell on that. Instead, I focus on the fact that my cock has been hard and leaking for the last ten minutes and I'm ready for her to do something about that.

"Now that we're in agreement, a few rules will be established," I tell her. "You're going to come to our rooms after class every day now. Once we're done with you, you're free to leave. We own your body, so you don't get to touch yourself without our permission anymore. If you do, you can't come for a week."

Lyric swallows, hands digging into her legs as she bites back whatever retort is on the tip of her tongue. "You're going to refer to us by titles from now on. Call me Sir," I order.

"Yes, Sir," she says, voice soft.

"I want you to call me Master," Levi tells her, tilting her chin up to look him in the eyes. She stares at him for a moment before letting out a short nod. Her eyes dart to Zane, who smirks.

"Call me Daddy," he drawls. "Now I want to hear you beg for Daddy to touch you."

Lyric makes to get up, but I stop her.

"Not so fast," I say, holding a hand out before she can move an inch. "One last term. From now on, no one else is allowed to touch you. Got it? I don't care if you were sleeping with half of Sigma Theta before. It ends today."

"I wasn't," Lyric mumbles. "I haven't been. Not since that summer…" She stops abruptly, red staining her cheeks.

Some primal part of me feels pleased at knowing that she hasn't been with anyone since she was with us, but then I remember she's a lying manipulator and curl my lip into a sneer. "I doubt that, but as long as you stay away from anyone else, we'll be fine."

"Now," I continue. "Get on your knees. Kneel on the bed. I want you to suck me off while Zane takes you from behind."

"Use your hands on me," Levi instructs her. "Jerk me off while you blow Archer."

Lyric's tongue darts out between her lips, licking them as she nods.

"What was that?" I ask, cupping a hand around my ear. "I didn't quite hear you."

"Yes, Sir," she says, speaking up. "Yes, Master."

"Good girl," I say, a smirk crossing my features as I watch her cheeks redden further, as though embarrassed to admit how much she enjoys the way we're using her for our own enjoyment.

"What do you say to me for fucking you?" Zane asks, reaching out to tug her hair so she's facing him.

Eyes widening, a look of confusion crosses Lyric's face before settling into a more subdued expression, lashes lowering. "Thank you, Daddy."

Zane grins, tightening his grip as he pulls her in for a heated kiss that has her breathless in seconds. He pulls away and Lyric scrambles to get onto her hands and knees, leaning over me so her face is right in my lap.

She unzips my jeans and pulls my aching cock out from my boxers, stroking her fingers over it as she licks her lips again before bending down to suck the tip.

Zane gets behind her, lining himself up at her entrance. Levi shuffles so he's next to me on the bed on his knees, and Lyric takes him with one hand as she begins to suck and lick my cock from top to bottom.

It's a heady rush, feeling her mouth on me like this. Zane pushes inside her and she lets out a moan, which sends a tingle down my spine as it reverberates around me.

"Fuck," I curse, leaning back on my hands as her spit coats my cock, dripping down to my stomach. It's well worth spending more time around her for this alone.

Levi's hips jut toward Lyric as she strokes her hand up and down his shaft, arm at a slightly awkward angle. But she manages to keep her grip steady, even with precum oozing all over her hands. Zane's fingers dig into her hips as he starts to thrust in and out at a steady rhythm.

The small room is filled with the soft sounds of grunts and moans as we use Lyric for our own pleasure. I'm not worried about her getting off yet. She knows the consequences if she does. Right now, we can focus on making ourselves feel good at her expense.

Lyric hollows out her round cheeks, sucking hard as she moves her head up and down my length, eyes flicking up to meet mine.

Inhaling sharply, I can't bring myself to tear my gaze away as our eyes meet. Lyric looks utterly debauched, curls escaping the bun she's pulled them into, eyes watering, drool leaking from the corners of her mouth… She's a sight to behold.

Zane's thrusts pick up speed, pushing her further onto my cock with every snap of his hips. She's all but gagging on my length now, whimpering as I push her to take it down.

"Take it," I hiss. "Take it all. You can do it."

Her throat relaxes and I slip inside it, pushing so she's taking my entire length now. It feels incredible, hot, wet and tight in all the right ways.

My cock throbs and I feel myself getting close, but I want to make this last, so I reach down and pull her back, making her go slower.

"We're going to enjoy using you," I say, my voice husky. "Gonna make you fuck us every day, use your pussy like a cum dumpster."

A long, slow whine escapes her and she squirms.

"Shit, you like that, slut?" Zane asks. "She just got wetter, Arch. You're going to get wetter the more we fuck you, the more we use you, aren't you?"

Lyric nods, head bobbing up and down frantically now as she tries to finish me off. I lean back again and let my thighs fall open, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek. I haven't touched Lyric like this in so long and some part of me thrums in excitement, being close like this again.

But I yank my hand away like I've been burned, not wanting to feel connected to her like that. I can't forgive what she did to us and I'm not ready to, so I need to keep this impersonal. This is about sex, nothing more.

"Fuck," I curse again as Lyric takes me all the way down once more. I'm getting close, I can feel it.

Zane's thrusts become erratic and Levi's hips buck into her hand as she moves it over him. None of us are going to last much longer.

Levi is the first to break, a strangled cry escaping him as he spurts out a rope of cum onto Lyric's back.

She clenches around Zane and he's next to fall, collapsing on top of her as he fills her up with his seed.

She braces herself with both hands on either side of my thighs and sucks hard, swallowing around me. It tips me over the edge as well, and I finally release down her throat.

"God," I huff, tangling my fingers in her curls as she starts slowly pulling back. "You earned another one, slut," I whisper, pushing her back onto the bed as I finger her dripping cunt.

She's a sloppy mess, slick leaking from her folds and I plunge a finger inside her before pulling it back out to swirl over her clit, relentlessly teasing it in quick circles. "Don't come until I tell you to," I say, my mouth set in a line as I look down.

"Yes, Sir," she says, voice hoarse from the blowjob. It's almost enough to get me hard again, but I focus instead on rubbing my fingers over her, wanting to watch her become desperate for us once more.

Her moans grow more frantic, more high-pitched as she climbs closer and closer to the edge, but I pull away every time she gets too close, wanting to edge her as long as I can.

"Please," she begs, voice cracking. "Please, Sir, I can't…"

"Yes you can," I tell her, pulling my hand back a little. "You can do it. You can be good for us, can't you, Princess? You can hold off until I give you permission, right?"

That seems to spur something inside her because she's nodding even as tears drip down her cheeks.

"Good girl. Can you take it for five more minutes?"

Lyric lets out a broken cry, the frustration evident. "Yes, Sir."

Levi starts a timer and I continue, rubbing her inner walls with vigorous strokes, teasing feather-light touches, and soft swirls. She feels so wet now, so soft. I can't get enough. Her entire body is soft, with round curves, plush thighs, and full breasts, like a Grecian goddess from a Renaissance painting.

The timer goes off and I smirk. "Come for me," I order.

With a few more strokes, Lyric is tensing up and letting out a scream. Levi's mouth descends over hers to swallow up the sounds, not wanting anyone to walk in on us. She's releasing so hard her eyes roll back in her head, and she goes limp, wave after wave rolling through her body.

The three of us sit up, helping Lyric upright as well. Before we can propose another round, she's checking her watch and her eyes widen.

"Shit!" She jumps up from the bed, grabbing her clothes. "I have to go!"

"Lyric," I say, my voice gruff, trying to reach for her, but she pulls away.

"I have to go," she repeats, throwing her top and jeans back on as she all but races out of the room.

"What the fuck was that about?" I ask, turning to my brothers.

They shrug, no answers to be had, so I frown.

Something is going on with Lyric and we're going to find out what.