Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Fin

Sabrina's eyes met mine over the top of Damon's head, and thank god for the past six years we'd spent together. I knew her well enough to read the silent message she was sending me. Nodding solemnly, I tried to convey my agreement.

She was okay. She was safe. She loved Damon enough to let him work his shit out. So did I. Did that mean I was going to stand by silently and let him fuck her, with her hands tied up, with her mouth taped shut, with his rage evident in every one of his knotted muscles?

For a while I would.

And then I would keep my promise. My babyboy would get as good as he gave. He'd pretended the men hurting him in jail were me? I both hated that he'd been hurt and loved that I'd been his escape. I both couldn't bear the thought of his barely legal self being violated and was glad he'd had the memories of us to fall back on.

But now those memories had been sullied. I needed to replace them with new ones. Damon, despite our polar opposite personalities, lifestyles and experiences, had been my best friend. He'd been my home, my safe place, my escape just as much as I'd been his.

Losing him had about killed me. Not being able to tell anyone what he'd really been to me, what we'd been to each other, had been a special kind of hell.

And like Sabrina, I'd been so, so angry with him when he got caught. But unlike Sabrina, I'd known what he was up to, and though I understood why, I'd begged him not to do it. I'd offered him money even so he wouldn't have to. But he was too damn proud to take my money.

I'd planned to make him, to talk some sense into him, or even to just sneak it on to his person or into his backpack. I'd never gotten the chance.

And that had killed me. So yeah, I'd let him work his shit out for a while, and then I'd work mine out. The same way he was working his out on Sabrina, I'd work mine out with my cock. In his tight ass, in his mouth, with my belt. I'd finally get to say all the things I'd had to hold in. I'd finally have an outlet for the anger and feelings of despair and helplessness that had plagued me for years.

My cock grew hard just thinking about having my babyboy beneath me again. Harder still when I thought about sharing him with the woman we both loved, in our own fucked-up ways.

I should have been jealous, watching him fuck the woman I'd been with for six years, the woman I was engaged to marry. I should have been angry watching him take her with her wrists zip-tied to the headboard, with her mouth taped up, her face tear-streaked.

But her eyes were locked on mine, and though I could see fear in them, that wasn't all. They also shone with love, with sadness, with regret. All the emotions the three of us were sharing in this moment, each for our own reasons.

With me here, she also knew she was safe. I wouldn't let him go too far. The moment I thought she wasn't on board would be the moment it ended.

For now though, I was enjoying the scene. Did that make me as sick and twisted as Damon was? Maybe.

Maybe it made me human. Because I couldn't get enough of him. Having him here, in the same room after all these years, filled my heart with a joy and peace I couldn't explain.

And drinking in the sight of him… The boy I'd loved had become a man. No longer skinny from never getting enough to eat. No longer gawky and disheveled. Damon was ripped, filled out, and yet, still the boy I'd known.

I watched from behind as his muscles rippled with each thrust. His ass was so tight I was pretty sure I could bounce a quarter off of it, and god help me, I was jealous of anyone who'd gotten to sink their cock between his thick muscular cheeks.

Sabrina's eyes searched mine, and I wondered if she was reading my thoughts. It wouldn't surprise me. Her head bobbed in an almost imperceptible nod, and I realized what she was saying, what she was unable to say.

It was time. Damon might think that his babygirl was what he needed, but what he really needed was his Daddy.

Without another thought, I ripped my shirt over my head and worked the buckle on my belt, pulling it free from the loops and draping it over the metal footboard. I would need it later.

My shoes came off, and my socks, and then my jeans and boxers until I was standing behind him naked.

My breath hitched, catching in my chest at the knowledge that I would soon be with my babyboy again. Touching him, kissing him, fucking him, sucking him, spanking him.

Damon hadn't known what he was walking into when he snuck in here today, but he was about to find out.

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Damon

Sabrina's pussy was tight, hot, perfectly curved to my dick. Everything I needed, and yet not what I needed at all. Damn Fin for being here and fucking everything all up, throwing me off my game, making me forget my mission. Making me feel things that weren't anger.

Don't get me wrong, I loved Sabrina, and I'd loved being her Daddy. I would have done anything for her, and I really had thought we'd be together forever, but there was something that Fin had done for me that filled needs I couldn't have explained.

And now, knowing he was here, behind me, with threats hanging unfinished between us, I was hyperaware of my surroundings. I felt the air in the room shift and knew he was taking off his clothes. I smelled sex and knew he was hard.

When the mattress sunk with his weight as he took his place behind me, I froze for a moment, my cock still inside my babygirl's pussy.

His hands gripped my shoulders, bracing himself, and his erection brushed up against my ass. I sucked in a breath as tears pricked the corners of my eyes. Memories assaulted me. Panic rose in my chest, and just when I was afraid I was seconds away from a full-on PTSD meltdown, his voice in my ear calmed my frazzled nerves.

"Hi babyboy. Daddy's so glad you're home."

For a moment, I was glad too. For a split second, I reconsidered my plans for after this. And then I remembered. Fin and Sabrina were together. Engaged. No matter what I'd been to both of them, the past was the past. And I had no future.

The pain of that thought sliced my heart at the exact same time his cock pushed deep inside me in one thrust. Hard, and with no lube other than his own spit. I couldn't blame him; it's not like he'd had a chance to be prepared.

His back pressed against mine, and I leaned into the contact for a moment, noting the ways his body had changed. It felt so different, we'd both changed so much, but somehow it felt exactly the same.

It would be easy to get caught up in the rightness of it, to allow myself fantasies of a happily ever after, with either of them, but I couldn't hurt myself like that. So I ignored the delicious pain of having his cock inside me once more, and focused on Sabrina's sweet pussy. It wasn't easy to do with Fin matching me thrust for thrust, but somehow I managed.

At least until he whispered in my ear.

"You were a very bad boy, Damon. You ignored Daddy when he begged you not to do it. You refused my help. Don't you know I would have done anything for you? Even if it meant helping you leave me?"

Fuck. Fuck. His stern reprimands in his smooth-as-silk voice had always gotten to me. How many times had I wished for a time machine, to go back and listen to him, to let him help? How many times when I was being violated had I pretended it was him and imagined him saying those very words?

But now it was just a game. That's what he'd said. I could do whatever I wanted to Sabrina, as long as I understood that I'd get as good as I gave.

Maybe he thought that would deter me. Maybe he thought I'd stop. It just made me want to keep going. To do more. To see how far he'd take it. To call his bluff.

Pulling myself out of her hot pussy, I dislodged his cock from my ass as I scooted forward, ripped the tape from her mouth and shoved my cock between her pouty little lips.

Of course Fin was right behind me, parting my ass cheeks with his hands roughly, and entering me once more. My entrance felt slicker this time, his cock slid in with less resistance, but I knew it was because the blood from the first time was lubricating my hole. It hurt more the second time, but I welcomed the pain, just like I welcomed the pain in Sabrina's eyes while I fucked her pretty little face. Her soft hot mouth, her lips curled around my dick was the perfect distraction from Fin's cock.

I put my whole self into fucking her face, grinding my hips forward with each thrust, letting my balls bounce against her chin.

It worked too, until Fin spoke again.

"None of this is going to make you feel better, babyboy. You can't outfuck your pain. The only thing that's going to make you feel better is accepting responsibility for the things you could control and letting go of the things you couldn't. The only thing that's going to make you feel better is forgiving us and forgiving yourself."

"You don't know what's going to make me feel better or not," I grunted, though each of his words had hit me like a shot in the heart. I knew I couldn't do the things he was asking, and deep down, I knew he was right. Not that I would admit that to him. "Besides, this feels pretty damn good."

"Physically, yes. Yes, it feels damn good. I must agree. But you know what I think would feel better, at least for me? Watching my babyboy work through his pain and start to heal."

"Not gonna fucking happen," I grunted. "So if that's your end goal, maybe you should just fucking give up now."

I couldn't have been more stunned when his hand crashed against my left ass cheek. "I think you meant ‘yes, Daddy'."

He was going off the script. Fine. I would go off-script too.