Page 18 of Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags)

“Yes. Don’t stop,” I moan, arching my lower back higher and pushing back, desperate to feel his touch again.

“Greedy, Mama. Keep moving your hips back and forth, I want you trembling when I push into you.” Dom groans behind me and three thick fingers start to push into my ass, stretching me until it burns and my eyes water at the sting.

“Look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful, Tillie. You were made for us.” Dalton’s upper lip lifts into a snarl, pleasure darkening his purple eyes into dark storm clouds.

I can’t talk, my throat tightening as emotions grip me. This is trust. Handing yourself over into someone’s hands who will take care of you and leave you whole at the end. I never thought this would feel good. I didn’t know that my pussy would gush at ass play, but my God. I’m like a waterfall down there, soaking the sheets and Dom’s thighs. It feels fucking incredible.

“More,” I demand with a moan, pushing my ass back onto Dom’s fingers as he plunges them past his knuckles, but he pauses. “No! Please. Don’t stop.” I’m begging, needy, and to the point of crying from how tight my body is with pent-up lust.

“Hard or slow?” Dom demands in a harsh tone, his voice deep with desire.

“Hard,” I growl through my teeth, trying to move, but he holds my body still, no matter how much I shift around on my knees.

“That’s our girl.” Dalton grunts, twisting his wrist on the mushroom head of his cock and sliding his palm down the long length with a pained expression.

He’s already close to coming, but he’s holding back for me.

“Remember your safe word,” Dom threatens, his voice so deep that my legs quiver, leaving me wanting to feel his lips talking into my pussy.

I cry out when he quickly plunges his fingers in and out at a rapid pace that has me rocking my hips back to meet each thrust. My clit almost hurts because it’s so sensitive as it rubs back and forth on the pillow, my pussy lips getting the same treatment. I’m close to coming as my legs start to shake and my moans fill the room. But, all of a sudden, Dom stops and pulls his fingers out, leaving me a mess on the sheets as tears roll down my cheeks.

“No! Don’t stop. Damn it, Papi,” I plead, my voice so desperate and raspy that I hardly recognize myself.

“Don’t move and keep holding yourself open for me.” Dom’s voice is like silk, a deep purr with his smooth Spanish accent that makes my heart race.

Dalton stops stroking himself for a second, as if he’s mesmerized at whatever Dom is doing behind me, but I don’t have to guess much longer when I feel the blunt head of his thick cock at my entrance. I stop humping the pillows and my breathing comes to a halt as a thick, dark cloud of disturbing memories tries to creep into this moment, wanting to ruin this for me.

“Say you’re mine and only mine!” Cruz grunts into my ear from behind me as he tears through my virgin ass, panting like an animal in heat with each thrust that makes me feel like I’m being fried alive from the inside.

I remain quiet, tears and snot dripping down my face to splash on the cold cement below me. I won’t give him the words, won’t give him what he wants because that’s one thing he can’t take from me.

My voice is my own. He can torture me for hours, days, weeks, months, and years… but I’ll never be his.

“That’s how it’s going to be? Anyone who looks at you will know exactly who you belong to,” Cruz snides in my ear before pulling back and the slick click of his knife opening causes my whole body to tense up.

Blinding pain. Carving. Long, deep drags of the knife into my flesh.

Marked.

Owned.

Never free.

“Little bitch, open your eyes and look at me!” The deep rumble of Dalton’s voice drags me out of my past and into the present, his eyes a hard, passionate purple that won’t let me go. I don’t even remember closing my eyes, but I must have at some point as the bad thoughts drifted through my mind. He holds my stare and leans in close, softly sliding his thumb back and forth over my parted lips. “What do you need?” My body relaxes into Dom’s hold at the question as Dalton cups my cheek, forgetting about his throbbing cock altogether.

Fuck. I don’t deserve them.

“This. Just keep doing that,” I say to them both, sighing as I snuggle my cheek into Dalton’s palm before nipping at his thumb that rests on my bottom lip.

“Take a deep breath for me, Mama, and slowly exhale. It’s going to hurt, but I’ll stop anytime you want. We’ll take this slow,” Dom promises, soothing all my worries away instantly. I inhale through my nose and wait for a split second as I feel the pressure on my asshole, the tip of Dom’s big cock trying to slip through the first ring of muscles that keep clenching, as if trying to keep him out. I exhale loudly and feel my body relax with it, sinking deeper into the pillows under me. I grind a little bit, feeling a spark in my lower stomach again, so I grind harder while pushing back. The moment I do, Dom pushes in, his fat cock stretching my inner walls to the point of pain. It’s a fucking tight squeeze. “Choking my cock, Tillie,” Dom rasps out just as he slides out a little and pushes back in deeper, the stinging pain making my eyes water.

“His cock is hardly moving inside your ass, little bitch. You're strangling him.” Dalton bites his plump lower lip and keeps looking at where Dom is slowly pumping in and out of me with shallow thrusts.

The moment I feel him bottom out, I let out a whimper. I’m stretched to the max, and there’s a burning pain around where my ass clenches over and over again on his cock. Feeling my inner walls beginning to spasm around Dom’s cock somehow makes my pussy gush more, pleasure hitting me just as he takes his time, sliding his dick out until only his tip is in.

“Want more?” Dom asks, his hands sliding down to move my hands away from my ass cheeks. He laces his fingers with mine and places them above my head until I’m grabbing the iron headboard with my fists.

“Y–yes.” I struggle to answer through panting breaths, my thighs quivering as he palms my ass.

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