18. Victoria

Everything goes silent.Gianluca switches off the vibrator and withdraws it slowly, almost gently. Luke deactivates the wand, and they climb off the bed,

"Wait," I croak, my voice hoarse from the edging. "Where are you going?"

Luke smirks, a shadow of amusement flickering across his otherwise cold expression. "You think you deserve to know that?" he taunts.

Cian stands, towering over me as he stares down into my eyes, brushing the hair from my face with an almost tender gesture that contrasts with the cruelty of our play. "Patience, dollie," he whispers. "Obedience and patience."

The tears stream down my face, not just from the physical torment, but from the agony of denial. My body is quaking with pent-up desire, every nerve ending screaming for release.

Gianluca stands at the foot of the bed as he takes in the sight of me, bound and desperate. "You'll learn that pleasure is a privilege," he says quietly.

He unties my ankles, leaving behind red rope marks that feel like a symbol of our passion. His movements are precise, as if each knot has a purpose and meaning. He doesn't handle me with care; his touch is calculated and efficient.

As soon as my legs are free, I kick out reflexively, the flood of relief cascading through my limbs only momentarily dampening my need. Luke catches my ankle with a grip like iron. "None of that," he warns darkly.

"Please," I whisper, knowing it's probably useless but trying anyway. "I need..."

"What you need is discipline," Cian interjects before I can finish the thought. He stands up and addresses Luke and Gianluca. "We'll leave her to think about her place for a while. Let her remember that her pleasure is a privilege, not a right."

Luke's grip tightens as he bites my ankle, then he lets go, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. "Don't move," he says. "Stay exactly where you are."

They leave me there, spread out on the bed, every muscle aching from restraint and unfulfilled desire. The door closes behind them with a finality that makes the silence even more unbearable.

Every inch of my skin tingles with the remnants of the electrical pulses and the relentless vibrator, my body screaming for the climax they've denied me.

I try to focus on breathing, in and out, slow and steady. But it's hard—so fucking hard—when all I can think about is the way they touched me, the way they made me feel like nothing else in this world matters but their approval.

Minutes pass. Or maybe it's hours—I can't tell. Time seems to stretch and warp in this agony of anticipation. The only sounds are my ragged breaths and the rustle of the crumpled sheets underneath when I shift restlessly.

Eventually, I hear footsteps approaching. My heart leaps into my throat as the door opens slowly, revealing Cian standing alone in the doorway.

His gaze sweeps over me, taking in my dishevelled state with satisfaction and hunger. He walks towards me with deliberate slowness, each step echoing loudly in the silent room. He is still naked but damp from the shower, the scent of his soap and shampoo is sharp to my oversensitive senses.

"Have you learned your lesson?" he asks, the words dripping with condescension.

My throat feels raw. "Yes," I manage to whisper, hoping it's enough.

He leans down, his face inches from mine. "What did you learn, Victoria?"

I swallow hard. "Obedience and discipline."

A slow smile spreads across his face, but there's no warmth in it—just a cold calculation. "Good girl," he says, straightening up. "But words are cheap. Show me."

I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what he wants from me. But then I realise—he wants me to beg properly this time.

My pride strains against the words, but my body's needs override everything else as I struggle to sit up with my cuffed wrists, the spikes digging in when I drop off the bed to my knees. "Please, Cian," I say quietly. "Please let me come. I need it."

Luke and Gianluca re-appear as if the words drew them to us. They stare down at me on my knees.

"Lower," Luke murmurs.

I lower my head until my forehead touches the floor. The position is degrading, but I don't care anymore—my pride is a distant memory. I need the release they've denied me.

Cian's fingers trail down my spine, sending ripples of sensation through my overly sensitised body. "You see," he says, addressing Luke and Gianluca, "obedience isn't just about doing what we say. It's about surrendering completely."

I don't need to see them to know they're forming a silent pact around me, their collective will shaping my fate.

Cian's hand slides beneath my chin, lifting my face up to meet his gaze. "Beg me again," he commands softly.

"Please, Cian," I repeat, louder this time, desperation evident in every syllable. "Please let me come. I'll do anything."

Cian's fingers linger under my chin, holding me in place as his eyes scan my face for any sign of rebellion. He smirks, satisfied with what he sees—or doesn't see. My submission is complete, and he knows it.

"Anything?" he repeats, his voice a low growl.

"Yes," I breathe out, barely holding back the tears that threaten to spill. "Anything."

Luke steps forward, his stance primal. He kneels beside me, one hand tangling in my hair, pulling my head back roughly. "You'd better mean that," he says, leaning in close enough that I can feel the heat from his shower on my skin. I know what they've done. They've cleaned up and left me filthy and broken. It's another power play, but they will see that while Victoria Stroud may look cracked, they don't know how my fucked-up, dark little soul needs this.

It's redemption.

Maybe they know that, and it's why they've pushed me so far. Who knows? Who cares?

Gianluca circles behind me. "We'll see if you can keep that promise," he murmurs.

Cian releases my chin and steps back, giving Luke full control. The atmosphere thickens with anticipation, every second stretching into an eternity. My heart races, pounding so loudly I'm sure they can hear it.

Luke forces my head back further until I'm staring up at him upside down. "Open your mouth, dollie," he whispers.

I obey without hesitation, all thoughts of defiance erased by the need coursing through me. Luke's grip tightens as he guides me towards his already hard cock, and I take him in eagerly, desperate to prove my worthiness through every action.

Gianluca is kneeling in front of me now, hands are on my hips, lifting me slightly before he slides home, driving into my pussy, pushing me further onto Luke's cock as he fucks my mouth upside down with ruthless efficiency. Every thrust from Gianluca sends me backwards, forcing Luke deeper and deeper into my throat. It's almost unbearable, the intensity of everything hitting me all at once—pain and pleasure blending into a raw, primal need to please them both.

My gag reflex kicks in, tears streaming down my face as I try to relax, to take him all in, deep throating him. Luke's eyes are dark with lust and approval as I struggle to accommodate him. His hand fisting my hair never lets up, keeping me firmly in place as he uses my mouth for his pleasure.

Gianluca's pace quickens in front of me, each thrust more forceful than the last.

Cian stands to the side, watching intently. His eyes flicker with something that might be pride or amusement—I can't tell. He steps closer, his hand brushing against my cheek in a mockingly tender gesture. "You're doing well, dollie," he murmurs. "Keep going."

I nod as best I can with Luke's cock buried deep in my mouth. My body trembles with exhaustion and the relentless arousal they've built up within me. Gianluca's fingers dig into my hips, holding me steady as he pounds into me harder, each movement driving us both closer to the edge.

Luke's breathing grows ragged, his control slipping as he nears his climax. "Fuck," he mutters, pulling out suddenly so he doesn't come, leaving me gasping for air, my throat aching but my desire still burning hot. He exchanges a look with Gianluca, who doesn't slow down but seems to take the cue.

Gianluca's rhythm becomes a relentless assault, his grunts mingling with my whimpers and ragged breaths. My body is spent, every nerve ending on fire, but I cling to the edge of consciousness, driven by the need to fulfil their desires.

"She's ready," Luke says, his voice void of any softness.

Gianluca rises, dragging me with him as he slips onto the bed, lying back with me on top of him. He rams his cock back into my pussy as Luke shoves me forward so he can position himself behind me.

My ass is still gaping and soaked with cum from their previous assault when Luke rams his cock into my rear hole with so much force, I scream. Cian expertly removes the cuffs and glides his tongue over the wounds, sending a dark thrill down my spine before his hand clamps over my mouth as he stands next to us. He lifts his leg over my back to place his foot on the bed.

He lets go of me and guides his cock into my ass, next to Luke's cock. The grunt that escapes me rips my raw throat apart as all three of their cocks pound into me.

It's pure, unfiltered agony mixed with ecstasy, every nerve in my body on high alert. My mouth opens in a silent scream. Tears blur my vision as I surrender to them completely. They drive deeper and harder with each thrust. My body quivers under the intensity of their combined efforts; every ounce of sanity dissolves into raw need.

This isn't just sex. This is a savage claiming, a baptism by fire that leaves no room for anything but their will. I've never felt more alive and more broken at the same time. They tear me apart and stitch me back together with every brutal thrust. There's no sense of self left, only the collective sensation of being used and owned by them.

Gianluca's movements become erratic, signalling his impending release. "Fuck, Victoria," he groans, his voice raw with lust and desperation.

Cian wraps my hair around his fist, pulling it brutally as he keeps pounding into me. His control never falters; every move is calculated to push me further into oblivion. "You will come when I say," he murmurs.

I nod frantically, unable to form coherent words as they continue their assault on all fronts, my entire body shaking with the force of their relentless fucking. The pleasure-pain balance tips precariously, and I feel myself dangling over the edge.

"Come now, Victoria," Cian orders, his voice a dark caress that sends me spiralling over the edge at his command. My orgasm tears through me, violent and consuming, making me convulse between them as they continue their abuse of my body.

Gianluca groans loudly as he releases his cum deep inside me. Luke's cock pulses in my ass as he shoots his load, a guttural growl escaping his lips.

Cian is the last to let go. He holds back until the very end, ensuring I am completely spent. His climax is a roar of dominance as he spills into me, his grip on my hair tightening painfully.

My body collapses onto Gianluca as they pull their cocks out of my holes, every muscle I have trembling with exhaustion and a strange sense of fulfilment.

Cian strokes my back. "You've done well, dollie," he says quietly before stepping back. "Do you want more?"

It's a test, and they won't ever see me fail. "Yes," I croak, even though I'm raw from the inside out.

He chuckles. "Let's get you cleaned up first. Luke, run her a bath."

Luke nods, his eyes still dark with lingering desire as he walks towards the bathroom. The sound of running water soon fills the room, lulling me already.

Luke returns and scoops me up effortlessly, carrying me into the bathroom. He lowers me into the tub slowly, the hot water stinging my abused skin before turning soothing. I let out a sigh of relief as I sink into it, my muscles relaxing bit by bit.

He kneels beside the tub and picks up a sponge to wash me meticulously. His touch is gentle, his eyes intent on his task. Cian and Gianluca join us. Gianluca washes my hair, and then Cian rinses it out with the handheld shower head. It's loving and gentle and completely the opposite of what we just went through. My eyes close before they've finished, and they're too heavy to open when Luke pulls me out of the water, cradling me in a soft towel as he carries me to my bed. He lays me down, and I curl up while everything goes black.