Page 226 of Redeemed

Before I even finish, I feel something much thicker than the plug sliding into me. At first, I think it’s Xander’s dick, but it’s too hard.

“What—” I choke on the rest of my sentence as Xander pushes it in farther. It gets wider, stretching my asshole enough to make me try to kick at him.

“It’s a dildo I bought just for you,” Xander says proudly as he eases it in another inch. “It’s the exact shade of purple as your hair. Couldn’t resist.”

“Xan—Xander, it’s too big, I can’t—” I’m cut off by the scream that’s ripped from my throat as Xander forces the dildo in the rest of the way.

My body isn’t used to being stretched and filled like this. It’s not that painful, probably thanks to how much Xander and Lucas prepped me, but the feeling is so intense.

And I love it. I love that they’re pushing me closer to my limits. They’re proving to me that they own me, and that they always will, no matter what happens.

When Xander pulls the dildo and slams it back in, I cry out. Lucas holds me down as Xander picks up his pace, fucking my ass hard and deep.

“I can’t,” I choke out. “Too… too much.”

More. God, more.

“Silly girl,” Lucas says mockingly. “She thinks she has a choice.”

With the dildo in as far as it can go, Xander twists it around. I scream and try to kick at him again, but he only laughs. Lucas grabs my hair and shoves my face into the couch cushions. I can get in air, but only a little at a time.

“You wanna breathe?” Lucas growls. “Then fucking take it.”

I stop kicking, and he yanks my head up. I gasp for air, only for him to push me back down again.

“You know what? Keeping you like this might be more fun. You wanna keep fucking her ass after she’s passed out, Xan?”

“No,” I cry, but I don’t know if it’s coherent enough for them to understand.

“Nah. I want to hear her screaming and crying.”

Reluctantly, Lucas pulls me back up so I can breathe. I sob in relief. Passing out from lack of air sounds terrifying.

“Think we can get her to take two cocks back here?” Xander asks Lucas.

“No!”I screech.

Snickering, Xander pulls the dildo out, and the sudden lack of fullness startles me. I hadn’t even gotten used to it, but now the emptiness feels almost wrong.

“Just teasing, doll.” Xander squeezes one of my ass cheeks. “For now, anyway.”

I stifle my whimper of protest, but in my head, I’m wondering if that’s actually possible. If, maybe, it’s possible for allthreeof them to fuck me at once. One in my ass and two in my pussy? Or the other way around?

It’d probably hurt, but maybe we could work me up to it. Maybe—

“Get her on the floor,” Lucas says tightly. “I want to fuck her mouth.”

Xander lifts me off Lucas’s lap and dumps me onto the carpet. My body is wobbly, and I struggle to haul myself into a kneeling position. When I’m not fast enough, Lucas hooks his arms under mine and does it for me.

My hair is plastered to my cheeks thanks to my tears, and he pushes it all to the side. I make the mistake of thinking he’s giving me a moment of softness—a tiny break in the midst of all this abuse—so when he spits on my face, I jump in surprise. He laughs when I stare up at him, shocked.

“What? You thought I was being nice? Dumb whore.”

New tears flood my eyes, and as I move to wipe the saliva off my face, Xander grabs my arms. By the time I realize I need to fight him, he’s already yanked my hands behind my back. He doesn’t use cuffs or rope to restrain me. He holds me there himself, maneuvering me so my back is arched and my breasts are sticking out.

When I first moved in, it confused me why they don’t always use restraints, but then it clicked for me. They like pinning me in place. They get off on feeling me struggle against them, and they know I like it, too.

With a smirk, Lucas reaches down and pinches one of my nipples hard enough that I think he might’ve drawn blood. I squirm, managing to hold my pained gasp back, but he still sees it in my eyes.

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