Page 31 of Yours to Break

“B-but—”

“Shut up, pet, unless you want to bleed when I fuck you,” he hissed, forcing a third finger into me. I thrashed underneath him, but it meant nothing when he was more than double my body weight. My hole stung.

Some stinging was better than tearing, though.

God, it felt like too much. My mind felt fuzzy, on the verge of going blank completely. And then I was coming, unable to hold it as Hayes curled his fingers to thrust against my G-spot. I sobbed and trembled as he finally pushed in the fourth finger during my toe-curling orgasm. The hand around my throat disappeared, instead pressing on my lower stomach as he continued his thrusting almost his entire hand into me.

“No!” I shrieked, feeling a familiar urge rising. “Stop, stop—Hayes! Hayes, I-I’m gonna pee! Please, stop, stop, stop—ah, ah!” My pleas were ignored; his hand moving so quickly that it blurred.

“Let it go, pet. Give it to me,” Hayes demanded, his face flushed and eyes burning with intensity.

“Nooo, p-please, please, it’s coming, n—” The world went white; fireworks going off in my brain. I wailed as I felt the warmth gushing out of me.

Hayes finally removed his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth and licking them one by one.

“That’s dirty, don’t…” I said brokenly.

His eyes seemed to soften as he said, “It’s not pee, precious. You squirted. You did such a good job, letting so much out for me. Such a good boy. Absolutely perfect.” My limp body melted at the praise. “You like being my good boy?” I gave him the tiniest of nods, refusing to meet his eyes. “You’re so damn perfect. Fuck. Look at you, fucked-out, soaked, and owned. Our beautiful boy.”

“Fuck, Hayes. You were supposed to wait for me to get back,” Hudson’s accusatory voice resounded across the basement room, surprising me since I hadn’t even heard the door open. I was too exhausted to bother turning my head to see him, so I just closed my eyes and listened to the twins’ conversation.

“I haven’t fucked him. Just got him stretched out on my fingers,” Hayes said, pausing after. I listened as he let out a frustrated sigh. He leaned over my prone body to gently stroke my cheek. “Rest for a moment, pup. We’ll get you cleaned up right after we finish fixing Hudson’s mess.” His hand patted my cheek, before he rose and left my peripheral. The beeping noise signaled to me that he had unlocked the door to my glass cage. A moment later, the subsequent beep told me it was locked again.

A quiet gurgling noise registered, almost completely drowned out by their voices.

Hudson argued out of sight, “Look, I know it’s not ideal, but I was instructed to have some fun before getting rid of him.”

“You’re a fucking idiot, Hudson. Fuck… Okay. They want anything specific, or were we given free rein?” Hayes asked.

“Free rein,” Hudson promptly responded. “And maybe this could be helpful. Y’know, showing a certain little puppy what we’re capable of.” My mind was still hazy, but my ears perked up—he was definitely talking about me.

“If it backfires, it’s on you. Got it?” There was the sound of tape being ripped off of something, and then screams.

My body instinctively reacted; my head whipped towards the source of the noise. Then, I froze.

Someone was inthechair.

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The man appeared to be in his late thirties; his black hair was just starting to show some salt in its strands. His back was facing me, so I couldn’t see the expression on his face, but I could make an educated guess based on the screaming that it wasn’t a happy one.

Hudson was quick to notice my attention. He smiled at me, causing shivers to creep down my spine. “Morning, pup. Sorry, I missed breakfast, but I brought back some entertainment!” Hayes groaned from beside him.

“Grey would advise against this,” he muttered, a small frown on his face as we made eye contact.

Hudson scoffed, “Well, I don’t see him here, plus Oliver is ours; therefore, we get to make the rules.” Inopportune time that it was, I still couldn’t help but be reminded of Lane at the mention of their brother’s name.

“Is Lane okay?” I called out, my voice wavering. Not that I deserved to be so worried after what I’d said to him, but I just needed him to be okay.

Hayes responded, “Yes, Greyson found him a few hours ago and took him home.”

“And you couldn’t have told me that before you fingered me?” Oh, fuck. Luckily, instead of hurting me for my insolence, the twins burst out in laughter.

“No. Fingering you took precedence,” Hayes taunted. My heart, acting traitorously as always, skipped in my chest at his easy banter. I was quick to remind it that there was literally a stranger tied up in what I assumed—based on my own experiences and the various blood stains on the cement below it—was their torture chair.

“We should turn him around so Oliver can watch,” Hudson said, referring to the stranger in the chair.

Hayes grunted, “The chair’s bolted to the ground, idiot.”

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