Page 35 of Room Eighteen: My Pain, Their Pleasure

Brooks’ hands come around my body and he starts to twist and pluck at my nipples to the point of pain. I groan and moan as Cameron’s cock pushes into my throat and I have to fight myself from gagging. They love it when I do, but it gives me something to focus on, something other than the way I’m shattering between my three men.

It’s inevitable. It always is. It was always going to be.

I start to float. I can feel every single stroke of their cocks, every brush of their hands, every grip of their fingers. But I can also see it all as I look down upon them.

I can see their love for me. It shines so brightly in their eyes right next to their cruelty and depravity.

I can see their darkness. It wraps around mine, feeding it and soothing it.

I can see our future.

When I can finally take a breath in through my nose as Aiden and Brooks batter my pussy, I’m sucked back into my body, experiencing it all, feeling the burn, feeling the need. It grows with every movement. With every breath.

Black dots dance in front of my eyes and, as if our souls agreed upon it and so it must be, I let go and then my three men follow suit. I come so hard that I wouldn’t know my own name if someone asked me. The last thing I’m aware of is the feeling of cum filling me, baptizing me, and making me into something new.

Theirs.

Always theirs.

I slip away knowing this is how it was meant to be. My pain is their pleasure, and they give me the strength to embrace it instead of running from it. I know they’ll keep me safe. I trust them. With my life and a little bit more.

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