Page 156 of Redeemed

I don’t miss the way she rubs her thighs together. Praise seems to have just as strong of an effect as degradation does on her, and I’m sure Colton can think of dozens of ways to use that to our advantage. I know I can.

Haven is going to be so twisted up when we’re done with her. I just need to make sure it’s not in a way that damages her.

“Crawl to me,” Colton commands.

A muscle in Haven’s jaw twitches, but she leans forward, places her palms on the floor, and moves toward Colton slowly. He’s still lounging in his chair, legs spread, elbows placed on the armrests, his posture completely relaxed.

He looks like a fucking king, and Haven is his reluctant yet obedient servant.

From the couch, Xander and I have front row seats to Haven slowly making her way across the floor. Her round ass is begging to be squeezed, and the tight bodysuit hugs her curves perfectly. She’s a fucking masterpiece.

Colton already looked smug, but as Haven crawls toward him, his smirk grows. Once she’s right in front of him, he brushes his fingers down her cheek before cupping her chin.

“So willing to offer yourself up to us. I half expected you to lock yourself up in my room in a panic.” He grins. “Training you to be our little toy is going to be easier than I thought.”

As Colton stands, he keeps his grip on Haven’s chin, pulling her in close and rubbing her face across his crotch. She lets him, only pulling back when he releases her.

Colton towers over her, and even I can’t deny that the image before me is perfect. He’s done everything possible to ruin her life. Bribed professors to be harder on her than their other students, torn apart her textbooks right in front of her eyes, and ripped her favorite sweater off her and burned it while she begged him to stop.

Yet here she is, surrendering her body to him with little to no fight. Trusting him even though he’s done nothing to earn it.

“Do I really need to tell you what to do?” Colton asks, eyes smoldering, voice low.

He’s in dress pants and a white button up. Not his usual attire, but he messaged the group chat this morning that his dad scheduled a last-minute meeting with him earlier today. Based on the fact that Colton is cooking up a non-Rooks job, I’m assuming it didn’t go well.

Haven stares up at him for a second, maybe taking him in, maybe glaring at him. But when Colton raises an impatient brow, she undoes his belt with shaking hands.

I can’t look away as Haven pulls down Colton’s briefs to free his half-hard cock. Xander is unmoving beside me, and when I glance at him, he’s leaning forward, lips parted, so focused that he’s barely even blinking.

Haven strokes Colton’s dick until he’s fully hard, which doesn’t even take ten seconds. He keeps his shirt out of the way, watching her as she licks the underside of his cock from base to tip before taking half of it into her mouth.

So far, so good.Haven is still tense, but as she continues, I watch her fall into the role she’s played so many times. However weird it may sound, this is her comfort zone.

Tipping his head back, Colton lets his eyes slide shut. He pets Haven’s hair as she moves up and down on his dick, taking a little more of him each time. When she deepthroats him, Colton grabs her head with both hands and holds her there.

Haven lets out a muffled sound of panic, slapping his thigh. Colton pulls out an inch or two just to thrust back into her, making her gag.

“You can take it,” he murmurs, still not letting her pull back. His eyes roam over her face lazily, and he smirks at what he sees. “Awww, is my dick too big for your throat? Can you not breathe around it?”

Haven claws at his upper thighs in response, leaving red streaks in her wake. With a hiss of pain, Colton pulls out. I expect him to immediately start fucking her throat again, but he gives her a few seconds to catch her breath.

And for her to use her safeword,I realize.

Holding Haven right where he wants her, he slides back into her mouth slowly. He pulls back, and after a pause, he thrusts into her with double the force he was already using.

“Xan, get the cuffs,” Colton says. “Someone needs to learn what happens when she fights back.”

Standing, Xander pulls a pair of leather cuffs from a drawer in one of the side tables. The three of us discussed what would happen today, and obviously Colton made sure we’d be prepared.

As Xander moves toward Haven, I follow. Despite my worries, seeing her like this has my dick hardening. Now I just have to figure out how to walk the thin line of enjoying myself and making sure Colton doesn’t hurt her.

Xander grabs Haven’s arms and yanks them behind her back. She immediately starts struggling, and I help hold her in place while Xander secures the cuffs to her wrists. The entire time, Colton fucks her throat brutally. She tries to twist away, but he’s too strong, the grip he has on her hair too firm.

Once Xander is done, Colton finally pulls out and lets Haven sit back. She gags so hard that I think she’s gonna puke, but she manages to pull it together at the last second.

Leaning down, Colton grabs Haven’s chin and forces her to look up at him. “Scratch me again, and the consequences will be a lot worse than restraints. You take what we give you, and you fucking deal with it.” He spits on her face.

Haven gasps in shock, her eyes widening.

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