Page 57 of Sacrificing Zoriah

“You think it’s cute to spit at people?” Roman asks, towering over me. Ah, fuck… This asshole is about to spit in my mouth. Why is that hot? The thought of anyone outside of these three amazing men doing it nauseates me. Trying to convey that they are nowhere near my limit, I simply extend my tongue. He has a devilish grin on his face as he gets a bit closer.

“My pretty little freak,” Roman says with admiration in his voice. When he spits in my mouth, I simply swallow. Ben chuckles and releases me. Roman pulls me up to stand before going to sit on the bed. “Come here, Little Freak.”

“Mmm. I like the nickname,” I say with a grin as I move closer to him.

“You, my love, are surprising,” he says as he pulls me into his lap. I gasp when he pushes inside of me but fall into soft moans when Roman peppers my chest with kisses and gentle bites. I open my eyes and see Huxley watching us. He is the one I think will very much be able to break me, and I want him to. Roman draws my nipple into his mouth and gently sucks but I yelp when he bites down. He twists the other hard, and I try to pull back.

“Ow. Fuck,” I complain. “Christ, Rome.”

The pain is buzzing in my body as he starts biting and sucking my breasts, leaving teeth marks behind. He aggressively twists my nipples again, and I moan. With a deep chuckle, he lies back and pulls me with him. They have me up on my knees with Roman’s cock still buried in my pussy. I turn my head and whine when I see that Ben has a paddle.

“Relax,” Roman whispers in my ear. I whine again and bury my face in his neck.

“Her hands are in the way,” Ben says, gently running his hand across my ass. He pulls the ties on my wrists, and Roman grabs them. They are crossed over my back and pulled up higher to avoid my hands getting hit. Laying like this relaxes me as Roman has his arms around me.

“Don’t move, or he might accidentally get hit, okay?” Ben says.

“Mhmm,” I mutter.

I expect him to start soft and work me into it, but no. Ben rears back and slams the paddle across my ass so hard that I scream and try to pull my arms free. Ben keeps smacking the paddle across my ass, and I am eventually sobbing and shaking. “Fuuuuck, she’s like a goddamn vice,” Roman groans.

Hearing his pleasure helps me recognize my own. Every hit makes me press my hips in to try and evade the paddle, only it’s tricking me into fucking myself. Once I realize this, I movewith intention. He matches his hits with my movements to avoid hitting Roman. With one last intense hit, Roman releases my arms and grabs a tight hold of my burning ass. He lifts his hips and starts pounding into me from below, dragging an orgasm out of me so fast that I am shaking. My muffled moans are nearly unhinged as he fucks me, but it’s Ben’s hand on my back that makes me freeze.

“Wait. Wait. Wait,” I yell. “Wait. No. Ben. No.”

“Too bad, Marigold. It just looks so tempting,” Ben says as he sinks into my ass with enough force to bring a pain-filled scream out of me. They both find a pace that starts to melt my brain when they fall into perfect rhythm with each other.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan. “Yes. Oh my God!”

Ben pulls me up, but it’s Huxley that grabs me by the throat. I am positioned so that Roman can keep fucking me as hard as he can while pinching and twisting my nipples. Ben is fucking my ass painfully hard. I can feel them deep in my belly.

“You are a beautiful fucking mess,” Huxley says, kissing me hard. “You like how they use you?”

“Yes,” I whimper. “Oh, I love it… So much.”

“You look so pretty when you can’t breathe,” he speaks softly, tightening his grip on my neck.

“Oh, God. I’m coming,” I moan.

“No,” he growls as he squeezes tighter. “Not for God. For us. Only for us.”

He loosens his grip, and the rush of oxygen makes my orgasm slowly shred though my body. My eyes roll back as Huxley kisses me again, swallowing my moans and screams. Roman and Ben fall soon after me and I am pulled away from them.

“I have waited for this moment for four goddamn weeks,” Huxley says, grabbing me by the throat and pulling me close to him. “I kept telling myself that I just had to be patient, and I could fuck you the way I wish I could have. I wanted to take care of you… Worship you… But now all I want to do is hurt you. Am I so fucking broken that even holding the love of my life, I am still so fucking mad? How can I love you but want to cause you pain all at the same time? Why is anyone letting me near you right now?”

“Because we trust that you won’t hurt me,” I say softly, remembering that he is likely triggered and spiraling. “I know the darkness is rooted in your mind, Huxley. I know every demon that haunts you because the same people who put them in you did the same to me. I can handle you, Huxley. I know your heart, and I know you care about me. Cope however you want, and I will happily take it all on.”

“The second you fight me, and I don’t stop, it will destroy me,” he says softer.

“Well, just keep in mind that I love the fight. I want to be overpowered. I want you to make me beg for mercy, but I don’t want any. That paddle is fucking evil, but it’s the best thing Ihave ever felt. No matter how much pain they give me, behind it is a clear understanding that you all will never threaten my life or push the pain beyond pleasure. If something happens and you lose control, they are here. We are all here, Huxley. You do what you want, and we will help.”

“I want… Fuck, I feel insane,” he sighs and drops his hand.

“No. Stop it and tell me,” I scold.

“I want to do to you what was done to me,” he says reluctantly. “I want to know that it can be done and someone actually enjoys it. I need to see that I am not them.”

“Then go pick a toy to torture me with and then fuck my ass like you wish someone would do to them,” I say bluntly.

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