Page 12 of Beautiful Delusions

“Ezra will behave. I’ll personally ensure it.” I narrow my eyes, flaring my nostrils. There’s another important aspect I thought Lucas had forgotten, but he quickly adds–“And should you decide to leave, your meds will be replaced in full. Do we have a deal?”

One evening? One night, with the three of them? It’s every girl’s fantasy, but Letty’s words from class echo around my skull. Something about being torn in half and a new piercing. I swallow thickly. The air thickens, Lucas’ stare too intense as I fight against the voices in my mind. Jazzie is screaming at me to accept, her groin gyrating all over my vision. Surprisingly, it’s Kyan who leans into my ear.

“If at any point it’s obvious you want to stop, we will. We’re not rapists, Sophia. We’re just… curious about you too.” His words are a balm to the voices in my head, bringing a peaceful silence. I exhale harshly, the decision already made. If I were to walk out now, I’d always wonder. Forever long for a second chance. I’ll give them my trust for one night, see what it is they want to do to me, but come tomorrow–I’m gone. I’ve been trapped too much in my life to walk into another cage.

My head slowly lowers into a nod. I didn’t even hear the clink of metal before handcuffs clamp around my wrists. That feeling alone is enough to fill me with regret, my squirming infused with panic. Oblivious to the cold sweat washing over me, Lucas retrieves a chair from across the bedroom I’ve been placed in. Ezra opens the drawer of the dresser he’s been leaningagainst, presenting a pair of scissors. I shake my head, backing into Kyan. His body is an unmovable wall as Ezra approaches, dragging the scissors across my collarbone.

“Don’t move, or I might accidentally slip and repay you for humiliating me,” he pauses to silently count on his fingers, “three times.” Lowering the scissors, the next time I feel the cold metal, it’s slipping beneath my beloved cardigan and crop top. My complaints fall on deaf ears. He cuts it clean in half before turning his attention to the cargo sweatpants. Maneuvering the scissors without nicking my underwear takes skill, and then the scissors are passed to Kyan to cut the rest of the shirt from my shoulders and along my arms.

I tense as he moves to my left side, whimpering. Pleading for them to leave my forearm covered at least. The material falls away in time with my head falling forward, resignation coursing through me as my scar is on full show. A reminder of a time I was weak. Thankfully, if anyone notices, it’s not mentioned.

I’m left standing in the underwear I stupidly picked out to make me feel empowered–a hot pink lace set with black threading. A jewel hangs from where the bra connects beneath my breasts. Ezra’s icy blue eyes drink me in, slowly, thoroughly. His face doesn’t shift, but the hardening length in his basketball shorts is hard to ignore.

Lucas spins the chair, signaling for me to sit on it backwards. My gaze snags on his outstretched hand, a small sigh hides behind my gag. I’ve always been a sucker for hands–and Lucas’ are beautifully veined, his palm wide, fingers long and skilled. Oh, sweet mother of cum-milk, I’m a goner.

My thighs clench as I’m shuffled forward, and lowered to straddle the chair. Kyan positions me, pushing my back inwards to tilt my ass back, hanging off the end of the seat. The Converses are pulled from my feet before my ankles are also cuffed to the chair legs. His fingers trace my calves, curling around the back ofmy knee, and slowly stroke my thigh until he reaches the thong stretched over my ass.

Click. My head shoots upright, noting the closed door before twisting to look around the empty room. Only Kyan and I remain, aside from Jazzie. She’s taking the job of being our audience very seriously, sitting back in a deck chair, tub of popcorn in hand. I squeeze my eyes closed.

“It’s okay, Sophia.” Kyan breathes my name too softly. Gone is the man who rallied me against the wall and threatened me to play their games earlier this week. Gone is the man I could easily hate, and I kinda want him back. Anything to avoid feeling like I trust him.

“They need to shower while I prep you,” Kyan continues. My heart thunders so loud, I hear it through my ears. Holy shit, this is really happening. I brave a look over my shoulder, my blue eyes large and pleading. For what, I’m not sure. Wetness soaks through my thong, the anticipation driving me crazy. Kyan lifts those endless black eyes and smooths his similarly colored hair back.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that. I need you to keep hating me so I don’t have to regret the handprints I’m about to leave on your ass.” There he is. I scowl, a rough sound emanating from my throat. “That’s better,” he laughs condescendingly and delivers the first spank. I jerk, choking on my gasp. The sting fades almost instantly, not meant to hurt but to shock. From then on, I face forward and wait. And wait, until I grow twitchy. A shudder rolls through my back, my groin shifting on the edge of the seat.

Suddenly, his tongue licks the seam of the thong, clit to ass and back again. Kyan sucks the material into his mouth, humming to himself. His nose nudges at my opening as he takes his time, savoring and inhaling me. That devilish tongue spears me once and then is gone, a hard slap hitting my other ass cheek.This one is slightly harder, drawing a groan from me. My pussy is throbbing, my head hazy.

The sound of a vibrator comes just before its plump head touches my clit, on the outside of the thong. That damn scrap of material barring me from the full force of tremors. I strain against the handcuffs, clawing to shift the thong aside when Kyan withdraws fully. I scream around the ball in my mouth. Not like before, where I was fighting to get away, but a beg. A shameless plea to drive me toward the orgasm tantalizing the edge of my consciousness.

“Are you going to behave?” Kyan asks from too far away. I nod. Jazzie help me, I nod like a freaking bobble head, jutting my ass back further. Resting my breasts against the soft gray suede of the backrest, Kyan thankfully resumes his position. Kneeling behind me, his full attention on stroking the clit wand along the length of me. Clit to back, over and over. Just when I get used to the rhythm, rolling my hips in time, Kyan changes pace. One finger enters me, long and steady.

“Fuck, Sophia. You’re so tight,” he mutters. I bite down on the ball, lost to the feeling of him adding another finger. “We’re in for a real treat with you.” The vibrator meets my clit this time without any barriers, sending me into an inevitable spiral. Kyan pumps his fingers, twisting them on the way out. I’m so close, too close to surrendering everything I am and letting them have their way with me. Tremors prickle at my legs, my nipples aching. Thrusting in hard, Kyan keeps his fingers still, applying pressure to my g-spot as the vibrator works its magic. I tip over the edge, waves of bliss crashing through me as Kyan’s teeth sink into my ass. The harder he bites, the harder I cum.

My muffled screams fill the room, signaling for the door to open. Ezra and Lucas walk in, their muscled bodies still pebbled with water droplets. Both wearing matching navy boxers, thetight kind, they prowl forward. Kyan swiftly withdraws. I whimper at the loss of contact.

“That was quick,” Ezra states blandly, as if I was being tested on my endurance. I can’t summon the energy to care right now, my head slumping on the backrest. Lucas, in all his humored beauty, tugs my head up by my messy bun.

“How does our pet taste?” he quirks a brow, speaking over me. Mentally, I object to being called ‘their pet’, but physically I doubt I have much of a case to argue it. Kyan, beginning to exit, stops as their shoulders bump, lifting his two fingers coated in my juices. Both keep their eyes on me as Kyan’s fingers enter Lucas’ mouth, his lips closing tight as he cleans my evidence from his brother’s fingers. I swear, I just came again.

A third spank hits me, and I see stars. Only now do I realize Kyan was going soft on me. Ezra has no such reservations. His smacks are bound to leave me red and raw, on my ass, my thighs. He hits me until Lucas barks, “That’s enough.” My reprieve is ruined as his fingers push into my pussy, at least three at once.

“She fucking loves it,” Ezra disagrees. I can’t argue. My body isn’t currently my own. Only an instrument for them to pleasure and draw orgasms from. Withdrawing just as sharply, Ezra nudges rather than hits me this time. “Spread your cheeks.” I obey, rotating my cuffed hands to open my ass wider. The thong is instantly cut away. I brace myself for Ezra to continue his payback, understanding his bruised ego needs to be repaired, but instead–he and Lucas switch positions.

Everywhere Ezra lashed me, Lucas’ fingers stroke. Soothing away the pain, tenderly replacing it with a loving caress. I continue to hold my ass, presenting myself to his every whim. Ezra stops before me, gripping my chin in one hand and releasing the gag with the other. My jaw clicks as I stretch my mouth, licking my dry lips to regain feeling. Without releasing my chin, Ezra tugs his cock free of his boxers. It juts right infront of my face. Holy hell. He was impressive when I saw him half-hard last time, but now…he’s thicker than I could have imagined.

“Bite me, and I’ll fucking destroy your ass,” is his only instruction before shoving his cock into the back of my throat.

“Well, now you’re going to have to do it!” Jazzie cries, appearing too close. I shake her out of my sight. Holding himself deep, Ezra waits to the point of asphyxiation before withdrawing. I choke, gasping for breath, but he does it again too quickly. Black dots pepper my vision. I barely feel what Lucas is doing to my rear end until a lubed butt plug enters my ass. I tense, struggling to hear his soft words to relax as Ezra thrusts into my mouth. His hand has drifted to close around my throat, feeling himself enter and retract.

The men are polar opposites in their approach, but the result is the same. Even Ezra, in his forceful claiming, drives my lust higher. Like an out-of-body experience, my mind is reeling as they plug and fill my holes. The clit wand is replaced with another vibrator, this one gliding through my wetness but not entering me far enough. I squirm, wanting it all, if only just to prove I can take it. In the same way, I take Ezra’s solid cock without complaint. It’s become a game of stubbornness now, seeing how long it takes me to bow out. To admit defeat. To submit.

“Alright, Lucas, kick it up a notch,” Ezra growls, his voice thick. His thrusts slow as Lucas’ increase, the vibrator finally hitting home. I groan around Ezra. Lucas closes his mouth around my clit, sucking, licking, nipping. Everywhere I’m being touched ignites, an inferno swirling through my core that’s able to tear me apart. If only–

“My–” I manage before Ezra fills my mouth. Withdrawing slowly, he tilts his head of messy blonde hair. “My nipples. Touch them, please.”

“Are you begging?” Ezra asks, a trace of a smile on his lips.

“Please,” I repeat. His assault on my throat is evident by the streaming from my nose and eyes behind my glasses. A mess of his creation. Grabbing my hair, Ezra drags my mouth back over the length of his cock, and when he’s fully seated, my breast is freed from my bra. Fingers roll my nipple, pinching harshly–and it’s exactly what we both needed.

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