Page 144 of Jagged Souls
Bear doesn’t say anything, so I break the silence. “Do it for me. Please.” If he wants dependency, I’ll play the role to perfection. I have worn many masks during my life as an assassin. I can be whoever he needs me to be.
“Cotealos,” he mutters, the word said in his voice the key to undoing the golden chains around my wrists.
“Now sit up and put this on,” Sadist says.
As soon as I sit up, he throws something at my chest. I catch it on reflex, though my arms are weak and tingly from having been tied up all night.
All night.
Not nights… The pain of living without V has made time stretch unbearably. Panic runs rapid laps around my throat as I think about how terrible it’ll be to survive a week like that. Every minute so agonizingly intense, it feels like a day. I couldn’t survive. I won’t. I need the potion to help me.
Frantic to do whatever I need to to get it, I feel the item in my hands. Flat leather lines lead to a large dick.
Having never worn a strap-on before, I struggle to put it on. It’s hard to work out which straps are for the legs and which is for the waist, but eventually I manage it. I kneel up on the bed, waiting to see if Sadist will tell me I’ve done it wrong.
“Grab hold of it,” he says, “and rub it up and down.”
My hand responds immediately, and a spike of arousal pings between my thighs. Orgasms are tied to the magic of the V, and I am desperate for any kind of relief from the pain inside of me.
“Cup your breast with your other hand.”
I obey instantly, rubbing my nipple until it’s hard. I jerk when a mouth closes around my other breast and sucks on it, but I don’t pull back. Don’t dare. He bites down on me hard, and I whimper.
Lifting his head, he trails his half-severed tongue up my chest, then my neck, all the way up to my ear. His fingers wrap around my dildo, jerking me off. Each tug of his hand pulls on the plastic straps around my waist. I start to pant, ready for the release he’s promising me.
“The V…” I murmur, but he grabs my throat with his free hand, silencing me.
“You’re going to fuck Bear’s ass, and then you’re going to get him to fuck your pussy while you suck on this dildo.ThenI’ll give you the V.”
I want to beg him to give me just a taste now, but I know he won’t. The only way I’m going to get my high is if I do what he wants. So I nod, so desperate to begin.
He laughs, making me feel sick, but I beat it down. It’s only temporary. Then I can leave all this pain and shame and self disgust behind.
Pulling away from me, he orders Bear on the bed. The man must resist because he gets slapped a couple of times and then tossed down. He might be able to take Sadist when he’s in his werewolf form while the latter is not, but he’s no match for him now.
There is a moment of hesitation as I recall all the kind things he’s done for me.
He’s been a friend.
The only one to care.
I know how devastating and painful rape is. How can I do this to someone who doesn’t deserve it?
Because I need the V.
Hurting him is the only way to stop my own pain.
Reaching over to him, I find him on his hands and knees. I move behind him and grab his hip with my left hand while my right holds my dildo. I jerk it around, trying to find his hole.
Doing it without sight is frustrating, but I pull on all my training to focus. His hip is here. That mean his crack must be here. And then his hole...
The bed dips as more weight is added to it – Sadist in front of Bear perhaps, ready to have his cock sucked.
I rock my hips forward as Bear tenses, trying to refuse me. I don’t tell him to relax. I know it won’t help. Nothing will help reduce the pain and humiliation he’s about to go through.
Don’t do it, Micha.
You know how bad it feels.
