Page 10 of Treble

“It’s no longer your apartment,” he growls, moving his hand lower, between my legs. “He defiled it.”

Victor flings open a drawer and pulls out a small bottle of lube, roughly placing it on the counter and my eyes widen. “Sort of like how you’re about to defile my ass?”

“Exactly. You’re staying here until we get you a new place.” He swirls his fingers around my clit, then dives into my pussy. My gasp quickly becomes a moan as he curls his fingers. While it feels amazing, it’s not enough. “And you’re mine until you do.”

It’s as if something snapped within him when I mentioned my apartment. An irrational part of me never wants to leave. Perhaps this is what Stockholm syndrome is like. I scoff when I read about it in romance novels. I’m a college educated woman, graduated cum laude for fuck’s sake. There is no reason I should allow astalkerto touch me, let alone fuck me.

Then again, what have I been doing this past year? I’ve been as obsessed with Victor as he has been with me. I can’t help pushing him, intrigued by the idea of him using me for his own pleasure. My attention should’ve been on my performance, not Paul and Victor.

“Vic—can I call you Vic?Too bad, I just did. I need you naked, right fucking now.”

“You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?” He drives his fingers deeper. “The need to fill all your holes right now is too tempting.”

“Please,” I whimper, not caring how desperate I sound. My chest is fucking heaving at the possibility of being poked or prodded for the first time in a year. Hell, the last thing that entered me was a damn tampon; I’ll take anything he gives me. Mediocre sex is better than no sex at all.

My eyes close and he presses closer, his hard cock noticeable against my lower back. “On your toes if you want me to fill you.”

I only took a few ballet electives and draw from it as I lift as high as I can. He presses my chest onto the cold counter between the double sinks. Mere seconds later, I’m speared with his cock deep in my desperate pussy. I cry out at the fullness, loving that he’s completely inside me. He doesn’t move, and his cock twitches, forcing a moan from me I couldn’t hide if I tried. With how rough he was with that initial thrust, I’m worried for my ass, and inadvertently clench around him at the thought. He hisses but as he pulls out, he grips my throat and rams into me a second time. It’s the rough claiming I’ve been craving for months.

Each time I push back against him, he thrusts harder and I begin to lose my balance as well as the perfect position to come. Thankfully, Victor isn’t up for acrobatics tonight, and he grips my throat, forcing me to look at him in the mirror. “As fun as this is, neither of us are going to come.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. “Bed?”

“Bed,” he confirms, stripping off his sweatpants. In true book boyfriend fashion, he hoists me over his shoulder and stalks into the bedroom, tossing me onto the mattress like a rag doll. I chuckle at my ridiculous predicament, but as he crawls to me on the bed, all humor is lost. “You’ve been taking your pill regularly?” I nod. “Shame.”

Oh goodie, now I have a breeding kink to contend with…

Without either of us assisting, he slips his cock inside me, making me feel deliciously full again. Each thrust is more punishing than the last as he whispers sweet praises beside my ear. To no one’s surprise, he fucks me hard and fast, and comesin a matter of minutes. I’m unsure why I thought it would be sweet and slow, but I assumed he would at least be a gentleman and let me come first—or at all.

As I’m about to make a side comment about being unsatisfied, he slides down my body and presses his cum back inside me, curling his fingers right where I need him. “Right there. Don’t stop. Fuck, that feels amazing.”

“Only amazing?” He nips at the inside of my thigh then he teases firm circles around my clit with his tongue. “We can do better than amazing.”

I’m right there, so fucking close, and struggle to catch my breath as he continues licking and sucking. When he draws his fingers out of my slick pussy and drags one down to my ass, I whimper, desperate to come. He teases my tight hole then presses a finger in, making me cry out in pleasure. An orgasm barrels through me and while it was good, I was promised better than amazing.

“That was…”

“Shh, I know,” he whispers. “And that’s why you didn't need a shower.”

What? That’s all I get?

I don’t dare tell him it was underwhelming and my toys could absolutely do better. Admitting it to Victor probably won't end well for me. I stuff down my disappointment; I’ll need to find a way to properly take care of myself later.

9

PAUL

Did she…fake it?I’ve watched her come with a vibrating tentacle between her legs, and what I just witnessed was like a store-brand knockoff version of an orgasm.

Why did she go home with him if he doesn’t know what to do with his hands and mouth?

I could do better—would’ve done better—if Victor hadn’t ruined everything.

Victor has been stalking Keri for the better part of a year. Maybe longer. Then again, so have I. In my defense, I felt an obligation to protect her from him and worked my way through the ensemble until I was finally second chair. But it wasn’t enough. Somehow, the fucker still sunk his teeth into her.

Not anymore. Not on my watch.

Keri left out large bottles of lube in her room; they had to be for me. While I’m not personally into restraints, given how many variations she had in her dresser, I assumed she was some sort of closet Domme. As soon as my stomach settled a bit, the logical thing to do was tie myself up like a present for her.

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