Chapter Seven

Rhea

I am sitting in Quinn’s truck, shaking. I have not driven in years, but it’s meeting Dad alone that has me freaked out. Everyone hated saying goodbye to me as I drove away from the house, and I sobbed for the entire drive. I’ve been sitting here calming down for a while now and I know I need to go inside.

I get out and lock the truck before walking into the coffee shop. “Where is your restroom?” I ask.

“In the back,” she says without looking up from her phone.

“Thanks,” I mutter and go to the back.

I splash cold water on my face to try and relax. I do it a few more times before I give up and grab paper towels to dry my face. I hear the door open but before I can turn, hands grab my waist. I gasp and look up to find it’s my dad who has me pushed against the sink.

“Dad, we are in public,” I say quickly.

“Don’t you want to make Daddy happy, Rhea?” he asks as he unbuttons my shorts and shoves them down.

“Dad. Stop it,” I say as I start to panic.

“Bend over and let Daddy feel good,” he says, pushing me over the counter. I hear the condom tear open and I start crying.

“Daddy, stop it,” I beg him through tears. “I don’t like this. Please, stop.”

“Daddy will be quick. I just need to feel my girl. I’ve missed you, Rhea,” he says as he puts the condom on and pulls my arms behind my back so he can shove my head into the sink.

“Daddy, stop. Please stop,” I yell when he pulls up on the lift rod to lower the stopper and plug the sink. He turns on the water and pushes my face down further. “Stop. Stop it. Please stop.”

“Shhh, Daddy will make it better,” he says as he forces himself into me. I fall hysterical as he starts forcefully fucking me as the water gets closer to my face. The more I fight, the harder he thrusts into me. “Fuck, Daddy loves his baby girl’s tight pussy. Why’d you have to lie, Rhea? You said you weren’t sleeping with them. Why'd you lie to Daddy?”

“Stop!” I scream and push back as the water gets to me. I am completely panicked, realizing he’s about to kill me. This isn’t how it was supposed to happen. I went into the coffee shop too early. Why did I do that? They told me not to do that. Casey said there needed to be an undercover cop here first. I didn’t listen, and now I’m going to die. “Don’t do this. Please. I’m sorry. Please, Daddy.”

“It’s too late, Rhea. You were raised better than this,” he grunts out as he shoves my head under the water. I start thrashing and fighting harder, trying to get my head above the water. He is pounding into me but none of that registers since I can’t breathe. I am trying to free my hands so I can pull the stopper, but he has a tight grip on me.

All of the sudden, he falls away from me and I hit the ground gasping and coughing up water. Arms come around me and I start screaming as loud as I can, wanting to be saved. Someone has to save me. I don’t want to die. Not in some stupid coffee shop.

“I’ve got you. Rhea, it’s me. It’s me, Rhea,” Theo says as he grabs my face and makes me look at him. I instantly start sobbing and fall against his chest, desperately needing comfort. I hear noises around us, but I can’t focus on any of that. Someone helps Theo stand me up to fix my shorts before Theo picks me up to cradle me. I am still sobbing into his chest as he carries me off somewhere.

“Is she okay?” Casey asks.

“What the fuck happened?” Theo snaps. “Why was no one here?”

“Someone called in a bomb threat to the courthouse, and everyone was pulled there. I got caught in traffic and she wasn’t answering her phone,” Casey explains. “I’m so sorry, Rhea.”

“He knew,” I mumble.

“What?” Theo asks and sets me on my feet.

“He knew I lied about being with Quinn and Jace. He said I lied to him,” I explain.

“Hey,” Quinn says as he pulls me into a tight hug. Jace gets me next before everyone else follows suit.

“How did he know you lied?” Theo asks.

“He didn’t say. He just said it was too late and I was raised better than this,” I say. “Marvin probably assumes and told him.”

I glance down and see that Quinn’s knuckles are bloody. I gasp and take his hand in mine to see what he’s done. “It’s okay,” he says. “I’m okay.”

“You’re bleeding,” I say, sniffing back tears.

“Baby,” he says, lifting my chin. “I’m okay, Rhea. I promise, he’s a lot worse off.”

“Why did y’all do this? You’re hurt.”

“Rhea, he was trying to kill you, honey,” Quinn says as he hugs me. “He wouldn’t let go of you.”

“We need to clean that,” I sniff. “Can we go home?”

“Take her home,” Casey says. “Between the condom and everyone's statement, he will get attempted murder and first degree rape.”

“Will he get bail?” Anika asks.

“God, no,” Emma says. “I’ll make fucking sure of it.”

“I wanna go home,” I say.

“Come on,” Theo says.

Quinn, Jace, and Theo take me to Quinn’s truck, and I lay with my head in Theo’s lap as Quinn drives us home.

We get to the house and as soon as we are inside, I point for Quinn to sit on the couch. “Rhea,” he says.

“Sit down and let me take care of you,” I say firmly.

“Yes, ma’am,” he smirks. I go to the kitchen and find the first aid kit before returning to the living room. I sit beside Quinn and lay his hand on my leg. “Rhea.”

“Yes?” I ask as I start to clean his hand.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m okay,” I say. “I don’t know how, but I’m okay.”

“What’s going on in your mind?” Jace asks.

“I’m… proud of myself. I’ve never fought back before,” I say. “Even if he had killed me, I still would have died fighting.”

“I’m proud of you,” Quinn says.

“I went in early. I would have known she was calling if I hadn’t done that,” I say.

“It’s not your fault, Rhea,” Quinn says.

“It wouldn’t have happened if I had stuck to the plan,” I say. “I can’t be upset because I didn’t listen. I can’t be upset when I consented every other time before.”

“You didn’t consent at six,” Quinn says. “You didn’t consent at all, because you were forced. Coercion is still rape.”

“Then tell me why for a split second, it felt nice to be wanted by him?” I ask, laying the bandage on his hand and gently pressing it down. “Tell me why I think it’s my fault? Maybe if I had been a better daughter, he wouldn’t have treated me like a side piece. Tell me why I sobbed at sixteen because I thought he got me pregnant and then found out I wasn’t? Tell me why I believed him when he’d tell me I was the prettiest girl and only I could make him feel that good? Huh? Explain to me why every time Marvin fucked me in the beginning, I thought of my dad just to be able to get off?”

I abruptly stand, but Quinn grabs me and pulls me into his lap to straddle him. He takes my face between his hands and wipes away my tears and I melt.

“Manipulation, Rhea. He brainwashed you, but you won, Rhea. You are free and he is in jail for a very long time. He can never hurt you again. Ever,” Quinn says. “He will die in jail while you are living your life with us. If you want a baby one day, it will be us who give you one. Not Marcus. Not Marvin. Not David.”

I nod and lay my head on his chest so he can rub my back. We sit like this until the others come in. Their energy makes me smile, so I sit up.

“You’re being ridiculous,” Mia laughs at Rowan.

“Not right now, Mia,” Rowan replies with a frown.

“Oh, hell no,” Anika says. “She’s right.”

“Guys,” Max says.

“You hush or speak up,” Emma scolds her brother.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“Rowan and Max…” Anika starts to say, but Rowan puts his hand over her mouth. Mia jumps away from Max, laughing before telling me.

“Rowan and Max were going to fuck you tonight but now they’re afraid to,” Mia says.

“Why are you afraid?” I ask. “I mean… I’m know I’m chunky but, I’m not scary.”

“Rhea,” Max frowns. “Please don’t say that.”

“Why? What are you going to do about it?” I ask.

“You sure about this?” Theo asks with a smirk.

“Very. It’s not like they’ll do anything anyway,” I say.

“You tell ‘em, Rhea,” Anika says with a grin. She comes over and hugs me tightly.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I ask softly so that no one else can hear.

“Very much okay,” she replies quietly. “Push as hard as you want.”

Anika pulls away and winks before moving back to stand with Mia. I look at Max and Rowan to find they are glaring at me. “What?” I ask.

“Just looking at you,” Max says simply.

“There’s plenty to look at,” I reply with a shrug. Max and Roman sigh before looking at Theo, wanting him to react.

“Don’t look at me,” Theo says. “If you want her punished, you do it. I’m not the one she said it to.”

“They don’t want to even fuck me. What makes you think they care enough about me degrading myself that they would punish me?” I ask

“Goddamn it, Rhea,” Rowan sighs.

“See?” I laugh.

“Rhea, come here,” Max says.

“No,” I say.

“No? Little girl…”

“Do you fuck as well as you run your mouth, Max?” I ask.

“Oh fuck,” Anika laughs when he takes his phone and keys from his pocket and drops them onto the coffee table.

“Rhea,” Max says slowly creeping toward me.

“I’ll take that as a no,” I say. “Guess it makes sense now.”

“What’s that?” Rowan asks.

“Why Anika brought Theo into your dynamic,” I say. “Someone had to get the job done. It’s not looking like you two are. At least you’re sweet. Gotta have something going for you.”

“Dude, she’s ruthless,” Mia laughs. “I love this.”

“Rhea, I’m trying to be nice to you because you have been through a lot today,” Max says. “But you’re pissing me off.”

“Mhmm. I’m so scared. Is this going to be more of you glaring at me and wishing you had the balls to do something about it?” I ask.

Max takes a large step closer to block me as Rowan moves to close off another escape route. I back up until I run into the couch. “What’s wrong, Rhea? Why are you backing up?”

“To make you feel special, Max. Do you feel like a big boy now? Do you think I’m worried now?” I ask with mocking tone. Max grits his teeth and takes a long deep breath. “Aww. Practice breathing. Do you feel better? You look tense.”

Max grabs me by the throat and is about to throw me on the couch when I get an idea. It’s cruel. I will definitely deserve to get fucked up after this. “Wait! Daddy, stop!” I yell. Max goes wide-eyed as he steps back, and I bust out laughing.

“Oh, that was cold,” Theo chuckles.

Max recovers and shoves me over the arm of the couch before jerking my shorts and panties down. Rowan sits so that I am over his lap. I am grinning when Rowan grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back to look at him.

“Are you sure, Rhea?” Rowan asks softly.

“I need to get that feeling off my skin,” I admit. He nods to Max and Max responds by slamming his cock inside of my pussy. He uses so much force that it takes my breath away for a moment.

“Damn,” Anika giggle. “Keep taunting him and he might choke you too.”

“I don’t think he will last long enough to do more than grunt a few times before coming,” I choke out. Max starts to move, and it is immediately a punishing pace. “Oh, dear God….”

Rowan pulls his cock free, and I take him down my throat right away. “Fuck,” Rowan curses. I suck hard, but he pulls me off of him and moves to kneel. He doesn’t like that I took control, so he’s changing things up. Max keeps a tight grip on my waist as he continues to fuck me hard and deep. I have my hands on the seat of the couch so when Rowan shoves himself down my throat, I have no leverage to do anything other than take it.

“Is this what you wanted, Rhea?” Max growls. “Did you want someone to use you? Disrespect you?”

“Oh, but Daddy didn’t make her come,” Rowan says. Fuck, these men are filthy, and I love it. I love how cruel their words are and how they are constantly checking my mental state, even subtly. Rowan pulls me up to roughly grip onto my chin. My makeup is a mess still, now it’s worse. “Greedy little whore just can’t help herself, huh?”

“Fuck,” I gasp When Max smacks my ass.

“Aww, too hard?” Rowan asks. “What do you want, Rhea?”

“Be mean,” I whisper. “Please.”

Rowan’s expression softens a bit, understanding that I am so overwhelmed that I need an escape. I feel familiarity to drown out the noise. He nods to Rowan before grabbing me and pulling me over to him. He lays back on the couch and forces me down onto his cock. “Fuck!” I yelp. He pulls me down to his chest and wraps his arms around my body before he starts to fuck me.

“Fuck. Oh, Fuck!” I yell out. “S-slow d-down.”

“Scream louder, whore,” Rowan growls quietly in my ear. “Go ahead.”

I have my face buried in his chest so when Max suddenly and aggressively surges into my ass, I scream. He and Rowan set in on fucking me while I beg them to go harder. Pain ripples through my belly, but I can’t stop the rapid-fire orgasms shaking through my body. I realize I’m crying when Rowan grabs my face and makes me look at him.

“You’re doing so well, Rhea,” he says.

“Harder,” I choke out. He smiles wickedly before wrapping his hands around my throat. I have leverage to apply or release pressure on my throat. Seconds later, Rowan lifts his hips more and I scream into his chest when he slams against my cervix. I lean into his hold on me and I can’t breathe. They hammer into me and the world finally slips away. Nothing can hurt me like this.

“There ya go. Good girl, Rhea. Come for us,” Rowan praises with a groan. I whimper when he tightens his grip and my eyes roll back. My whole body tenses and I make both men moan. When everything finally releases, I come hard and it’s nearly blinding.

I collapse onto Rowan’s chest and try to gain control over my breathing while he hugs me tightly. Max is cleaning me before helping me get dressed. I end up curled up across their laps as they rub my back. I am so disconnected that I can’t move or speak.

“She’s dead,” Jace says.

“Maybe. Rowan choked the shit out of her,” Theo says.

“Both of you shut up,” Rowan laughs. “Her eyes are open.”

“Dead people have their eyes open too,” Quinn adds.

“Eh. I’d still fuck her,” Max says.

“Gross,” Mia adds. “You’d fuck a dead body?”

“I’d fuck Rhea’s dead body. Maybe yours too,” Max says with a playful tone.

“Was that a threat?” Mia asks, laughing.

“No, just a promise,” Max says. “I’ll come visit you in your coffin.”

“What is wrong with you?” Rowan asks humorously.

“What is wrong with all of you?” Theo asks.

“So much,” Anika says. “If you’re going to defile her dead body, you have to do the same to me.”

“Deal,” Max laughs.

“Y’all are gross,” I mumble.

“Damn. Here I thought I could fuck you limp,” Max says before kissing my temple.

“You did fuck me limp, freak,” I say and he laughs again. Rowan helps sit me up and I sigh.

“What’s wrong?” Quinn asks.

“Just sucks to be back in my brain is all,” I say. “I need… something. I don’t know. I need a brain break.”

“What about a scene?” Jace asks. “Maybe something that doesn’t end with you calling a safe word, though.”

“Can we?” I ask.

“Not us, Theo,” Quinn says. “I think letting him show you the whip would be a nice little break.”

“Wait, really?” I ask.

“Yes, but we need to talk first,” he says.

“Theo,” I complain.

“Sorry, babe. Feelings first, freaky shit later,” Theo says.

“Fine. What?”

“Why do you want more pain?” he asks.

“It makes my brain shut up,” I say.

“At what point do you think it will be enough?”

“When I can go more than 30 seconds without thinking about him trying to kill me,” I say.

“So, it’s not the rape?”

“No,” I say. “Do you know how many times that man has fucked me? I am so used to it that it doesn’t even register as good or bad. It’s normal. It’s not normal for him to try to kill me. He’s never hurt me before like that. He’s never put my life in danger. Why now? Why does he suddenly want me dead? He could’ve tried to brainwash me back into living with them or some shit. He had so many different options, yet he decided to try to kill me instead.”

“The dead can’t talk,” Anika says.

“What do you mean?” Theo asks.

“If she’s dead, there’s no one to tell her story. Only the two of them know just how bad it was, and he knows that the cops are getting close to him. He figured a murder charge would be less of a charge than whatever he’s trying to hide,” she says.

“Probably the child porn,” Quinn says. “He’s a judge and a child molester. If he goes to jail with one of those charges for hurting a child, they will fucking destroy him in jail. Prisoners don’t take kindly to people who hurt children.”

“That’s a good point,” Theo says. “Without proof or your testimony, they wouldn’t be able to charge him with any of that for when you were a kid.”

“Yeah,” I sigh. “It just fucks with my head. I don’t like it in here right now, so I want out for a second.”

“Are you wanting the pain or the escape it brings?” he asks.

“The escape,” I say.

“So, if I gave you that without intense amounts of pain, you’d be content?” he asks.

“Yeah, I suppose,” I say.

“Okay,” he says. “Go get changed and we can go.”

“Right now?” I ask happily.

“Right now,” he confirms with a soft smile.

We walk into the private room, and I sit while Quinn, Jace, and Theo set up. Theo thought it was best that it just be the four of us this time since I am on edge. He doesn’t want to chance me melting down. They move all of the furniture and set up restraints that come down from an eye hook. They place two pieces of tape on the floor before they turn and look at me.

“Ready?” Theo asks.

“That looks… medieval,” I say as I stand.

“Do you trust me?” Theo asks.

“I do.”

“Good. I want you to undress and stand with your feet on the tape, facing the wall,” he says simply.

“Yes, Sir,” I say obediently. They step back and watch as I undress and neatly fold my clothes before going to the tape. I place one foot on each piece as instructed and it forces me to stand with my legs apart.

Quinn and Jace pull my arms up and restrain them with the leather cuffs. Quinn gently kisses me, and I groan when someone presses something to my clit. “Fuck, that’s what you meant,” I complain.

“Yes, ma’am,” Theo laughs as he and Jace restrain my ankles so I can’t move. “It is mounted, and we can control it remotely, so no one will be near you.”

“Why are you restraining my feet?” I ask.

“Mainly because it is extremely important that you do not move. I won’t bullshit you. This whip has the capability of causing serious damage. If you move, I could unintentionally hurt you,” he says.

“Evil,” I say to Jace when he steps in front of me with a blindfold. He slides it on and kisses me before moving away.

“One last thing,” Theo says from close behind me.

“Oh God, what?” I ask.

“I’m putting headphones on you,” he says.

“Why?!”

“It’s sensory deprivation. I’m depriving you of sight and hearing. Mixing that with forced pain and pleasure will give you room to slip into subspace. Do you know what that is?” he asks.

“A sex coma?”

“Kind of,” he laughs. “It will feel like you are floating. You’ll feel separate from your body and not aware of your surroundings. I will know when you get there and when I notice it, I’m stopping.”

“Why?”

“Because you cannot reasonably consent if you are not aware of your surroundings,” he says. “It offers you nothing if you are mentally detached, and I am continuing the scene. At that point, the impact play would only be for me. I have no desire to do that unless you are actively wanting to participate,” he says. “You have your safe word, and you can say it at any point. If for any reason, I think that you have gone past your limit, and you are not speaking up, I'm stopping immediately. It is important that this be therapeutic and not a way for you to self-harm.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say.

“Good girl,” he praises. “After, we will do something that I think you will thoroughly enjoy.”

“It better be me as back-alley fuck meat,” I remark, and Theo laughs heartily.

“Let’s get to it, pretty girl,” he says, gently kissing my shoulder. “I will start gently and work my way to something more intense.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I whisper.

Theo place earbuds in my ears before classical music starts playing. I recognize it from the playlist. I listen to when I write. The fact that he remembered this detail is heart-melting. The vibrations start soft, and I sigh as I relax my body. I feel the music just as much as I feel the vibrations of the cool air rushing across my skin. When the whip snaps softly on my lower back, I flinch. A few seconds later, the whip snaps again on my mid back. This time I don’t move.

The vibrations intensify suddenly, and I moan. I don’t know how loud I am because the music has gotten louder as well, but I give in to every sensation. The whip cracks across my skin and leaves behind a sting, making me groan and sway slightly. Each strike thereafter is more intense than the previous. The vibrations steadily increase alongside the pain. Soon every hit creates a fire that scorches my flesh. He never hits in the spot in a row, so the pain is tolerable.

An orgasm is building, but it doesn’t break until the hardest hit thus far cracks across the back of my thigh. I scream out as pleasure racks from me. I can feel every inch of my body trembling. The hits come in rapid succession. One after another landing in a different spots, but the fire never subsides. He gives me no reprieve as he forces pleasure from me to match the pain.

I can feel myself disconnect through the next several hits until it feels like someone sweeps my feet out from under me and suddenly, I’m floating. Everything disappears from my mind, and I am finally at peace.

I open my eyes and blink a few times to focus. Quinn and Jace are sitting on the large ottoman while I am laying with my head in Theo’s lap. He is gently stroking my hair, but I pull away and sit up to recenter my mind.

“How do you feel?” Theo asks, gently rubbing my back now.

“Lighter,” I say. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he says. “Look at me.”

“Yes?” I ask.

“You did so well, Rhea,” he says. “I am very proud of you.”

“Thank you,” I say as my cheek heats with a blush.

Theo stands and point to the ground in front of him. “Kneel for me, Rhea,” Theo says gently. I grin and move to the ground in front of him. I sit back on my heels, and he grabs my chin to lift my face. “You look so pretty waiting to get fucked… on your knees where you belong.”

“Look at her… A filthy little whore, waiting to be wanted.” Quinn says with a mocking tone. Fuck, that’s hot.

“You’re going to look so much better with a cock down your throat,” Theo says. “Do what you do best, Rhea. Open up and let me play.”

I open my mouth and expect Theo to ease into this aggression, but I am wrong. He grabs my face and starts fucking my throat hard and fast, not letting me breath and with a complete disregard to how much I’m gagging. I instinctively put my hands on his thighs to push him away, but he swiftly snatches them. He pulls my wrists behind my head and forces his cock down my throat further.

This is erotic on the level that I never knew was possible. I am being used so brutally by men who would happily give their life for me. That is trust on the highest level and no matter how much I’m starting to panic, I know they will not hurt me. I know I am safe.

When Theo pulls out of my mouth, he grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back so I am looking up at him. I am panting and gasping for air. Saliva is coating my chin, neck, and chest. I am an absolute mess and I’ve never felt prettier. The way he is looking at me is more than just love. It’s admiration. It’s pride. If I wasn’t falling in love with this dynamic and everyone in it before, I sure as fuck am now.

“Fuck, Rhea, you’re stunning,” Theo says softly, not keeping himself into his aggressive role well.

“Oh no,” I laugh when he hands me off to Jace. He smirks and knocks me back on my ass before placing me so that my back is against the couch and my head is laying on the seat.

Jace places his knee beside my head and as soon as I open my mouth to accept him, he sets in on fucking me as hard as he can. I’m trying not to fight him because I love this so fucking much, but my brain decides breathing is more important. I start hitting his legs, but it doesn’t faze him.

“Choke on it, bitch,” Jace grunts out. “You like that? You like being used like a cheap whore?” I whimper in response, because I can’t exactly tell him how much I love it. Why is it so fucking hot for him to be so mean?”

Jace pulls out of my mouth and Quinn takes over without giving me any moment to relax, and he is just as brutal as I thought he would be. The way he pounds into my mouth makes my jaw ache, but I adore every second of this.

Quinn pulls out of my mouth and drags me up to my feet by my hair. I am dazed from minimal oxygen, but he keeps a hold on me as Jace takes me and gently moves me into his lap. He lies back and he pushes into me while Quinn steps behind me. Even in their attempt to brutalize me, they know the limits of my body. Quinn eases into me and my whole body is stiff. Having both filling me completely is intense. It takes me a moment to relax and accept them entirely. That is when everything flips. The moment they feel my body relax, Quinn and Jace start alternating strokes and push their cocks as deep as my body allows. They steadily increase their speed until I am almost screaming. Theo grabs me by the hair and shoves himself down my throat, joining the others in brutalizing me.

This is what true freedom feels like. It’s being pushed to your limit but never fearing the fall. It’s knowing they have the capability to hurt you but understanding they have enough respect to never consider it. Despite their brutality, Theo is still pulling out of my mouth every now and then to make sure that I have room to call my safe word if I want. I whine every time he does it. Eventually, it gets to the point where I grab hold of his thighs to keep him from pulling back. He gets the message and focuses on getting off.

I am moving through one constant orgasm, desperately sucking Theo. Although it started with him brutalizing my throat, it has turned into me forcing his orgasm to surface. When it finally breaks and he starts to come, I swallow him down greedily. Almost in perfect synchrony, Quinn and Jace fill the room with their moans as they push to fill me with their come. Once I am cleaned and dressed, I end up curled up in Quinn’s lap.

“You with us?” Quinn asks softly.

“Mhmm,” I mumble. “Can I tell you guys something?”

“Anything.”

“I’m falling in love,” I murmur.

“Us too, baby. Us too,” Quinn says sweetly.