Page 7 of Wild Confessions

Give Me A Name

Asher

**NONCON/DUBCON UNHINGEDNESS**

Last night, I got home super late from something I need to tell the girls about. They both think I was at swim practice, which I was, but they don’t know what I’ve been doing afterwards. I’m not sure why I have been lying to them, but I need to come clean before we go any further in this relationship. I want us to be open and honest with one another, but how can I expect that of them when I’m not doing that myself? I’d be a fucking hypocrite.

When I got back to the dorms, I debated going straight to them. But after the shit I dealt with, I couldn’t let them see me that way, so I hid like a bitch. Hopefully, they won’t say shit about my black eye this morning, but I know that’s untrue. The minute they see my face, I will be flooded with questions, so I might as well get it the fuck over with. Pulling out my phone, I create a group chat that Cupcake requested and send off a text.

Me: Breakfast date with my two favorite ladies?

Little Dove: I got something you can eat for breakfast.

Me: On my way.

Cupcake: You guys can go without me. I’m not feeling well.

That message has me moving just a little faster to get to her. Climbing out of bed, I skip the shoes and shirt and head straight across the hall. Swinging the door open, I’m met with a concerned Peyton moving just as fast towards Riley’s door. She grabs the handle, but it’s locked. I step next to her and speak through the wood.

“Cupcake, let us in, please.” Rustling noises can be heard, but she doesn't grant us entry.

“Come on, baby. Please let us in.” Peyton begs as she looks up at me with her pleading gray eyes. Her eyes widen when I see her noticing my face now that she’s actually looking at me, and right before she starts with her questions, I place my finger over her lips. “Not now.” I whisper. She stares a second longer before we hear a voice on the other side of the door.

“No, go away. Just leave me be, please.” Riley yells and I don’t like that answer.

“That doesn’t work for me. I need to see you.” I say, hoping she’ll open the door.

“Yeah, well, that doesn’t work for me. Hotshot. Just go.” She says hiccuping.

I look at Peyton and she shakes her head. She knows what’s coming.

“Ash, don’t!” She yells as I take a step back, giving her one last glance before kicking the door in. It swings open and Riley jumps out of her skin, covering herself with the sheet. I narrow my eyes as I step in, looking at her bruised face. Peyton is already at her side whispering to her, but I’m not having it. My hands are in fists as my rage rises through my chest.

“Who did that to you?” I grit and she shakes her head. I climb on the bed, pushing Peyton out of the way, which earns me a slap. I wrap my hand around Riley’s throat and her eyes widen.

“I asked you a question, babe. Who did this to you?” I growl and she continues to stay silent, shaking her head as much as my grip will allow.

“Ash, ease up.” Peyton demands, and I look at her with murder in my eyes. She takes a step back knowing I’m going to lose it.

“Ash, calm down. Give her a chance to explain.” She coerces, but I’m too far gone. Looking back at Riley, I squeeze a little tighter.

“If you don’t give me an answer, you are not going to like what happens next.” I warn, and she nods. Letting go of her throat, she slaps me across the face, which only causes me to growl at her.

“If you don’t start speaking, I’m going to force you to sing me a fucking tune, with or without your consent, baby. So I advise you to speak.” I warn again.

“Please tell him, Bluebird.” Peyton begs, but Riley shakes her head again.

“I can’t. I can’t fucking do this.” She confesses, and it's like a shot to the chest.

“What do you mean, you can’t do this? It’s a little fucking late for that.” I spew. Tears stream from her eyes. I lean over and lick the salty streak up her cheek, growling when I reach her ear.

“Give me a name or I’m going to fuck it out of you.” I say, but she pushes me away. Grabbing her hands, I force her down and hold them up over her head as she thrashes beneath me.

“Please Ash, don’t.” She pleads, but I don’t care. I hold her down with one hand and spread her legs open, pulling down my sweats and shoving my cock into her cunt. Tears continue to stream down her face and I lap the salty liquid, thrusting in and out of her with brutality.

“Give me a fucking name or this will get so much worse.” I command. Peyton comes up and tries to push me off of Riley but I grab a hold of her hair with my free hand.

“I will fuck you in your ass next. Either help me make her sing, or this between us all, is over. Make her fucking sing! Better yet, you thirsty bitch, go get the strap on and we will make her sing together.” I demand, letting her go.

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