Page 13 of Beautiful Delusions

Salty cum slickens the back of my throat as I groan, my core seizing. I cum for the vibrator, for the butt plug, for Lucas. And Ezra comes for me. The room fills with moans, with hands fisting desperately to see out the pleasure. My body shakes with the force of my climax, although Lucas doesn’t relent on my clit. Not until I’ve orgasmed harder than I ever have in my life and my limbs go limp.

Ezra withdraws, leaving the taste of him in my mouth as I pant, “Now we’re even.”

“Ha!” Ezra shouts. My eyes are heavy as I drag them up his gorgeous body, his cock still as hard. “You thought it would be that easy? I haven’t filled you with half as much cum as I intend to.” I hide the rising panic, thinking he means now, but Ezra tucks himself back into his boxers and leaves the room. One by one, Lucas withdraws the objects still in me and attends to freeing my ankles and wrists. They scream in protest as I’m eased to my feet and stumble into Lucas’ chest. Scooping me up, I’m carried into the adjoining bathroom. Kyan is waiting there, a full bubble bath at the ready.

“How did she do?” he asks Lucas as if I’m not even here. The pair of them discard the scraps of underwear that are still left clinging to my body, remove my glasses and untie my hair.

“I think she’ll be a perfect fit,” Lucas mutters. I’m lowered into the bath as Kyan makes his way to the door. It’s only when I realize Lucas intends to do the same does my arm lash out, grabbing his hand to halt him.

“That’s…that’s it?”

“You want more?” his brow quirks, that smirk never fading. I blush, biting on my bottom lip.

“I thought…” The right words fail me. Fuck, now I’m going to sound beyond desperate. “I thought I would have at least you,” I almost whisper. It’s ridiculous to be shy now. After everything I’ve said, the times I’ve ran, Lucas hasn’t wavered. He hasn’t given harsh words or promised punishments. He chose me against his brother’s wishes. Crouching by the tub, Lucas cups my face and places a kiss on my forehead.

“Test run, remember? I can’t give you everything, or you’d have no reason to stay.” His emerald green eyes twinkle as he drags himself away, rock-hard in his boxer shorts. Maybe I misjudged both him and Kyan. Not Ezra, though, he’s a raging cock munch. Opening the door, Lucas gives me one last longing look, and I remember the reason I’m here in the first place.

“Lucas,” I breathe, my hooded eyes struggling to stay open. It’s on the end of my tongue to ask if I deserve my meds back now, but exhaustion whips me away before I get the chance.

It’s not real. It’s not real. I know this, repeating it to myself like a mantra, but that doesn’t lessen the quivering of my limbs. Another overbearing thud bangs on the door at my back, causing me to yelp before I can cover my mouth. It’s not real. They’re not real. The banging grows deafening, unrelenting. My back jolts with each one and I scrunch my eyes shut. My name is being screamed through the wood. Suddenly, it stops. I know better than to feel relieved.

“Do you really think you can shut us out, Sophia?” a whisper sounds beside my ear. My eyes fly open and widen at the threesilhouettes crowding me. Malicious grins consume their twisted faces, the length elongating into gruesome masks.

“Did you forget we own you now?” they all seem to laugh in one, hollow voice. A glint of metal catches my eye, three blades being produced in their hands. No, no, no. It’s not real. But it feels real as chains wind around my wrists and yank my arms forward. The raised scar I can’t bear to look at on the left is highlighted, but it’s my right arm the figures turn their attention to.

“Let us show you just how many ways we own you,” they laugh again, just as the first blade is pressed against my skin.

I wake with a pounding headache, the echoes of many unfamiliar voices bouncing around my skull.

“Are you hungry? I’m famished.”

“Maybe the Thorn Brothers are famished too.”

“They could feast on us!”

“If only Sophia would wake the fuck up.”

“Okay! Okay! I’m up,” I groan, sitting upright. No matter how horrific my nightmares become, it’s always waking after them that I dread. The true reality I face is being haunted by my delusions every minute of the day, warping my mind between what I could have and what should have been.

Holding my head, I brave a look, finding the mattress filled with figures. Jazzie is in the center, being my one constant comfort, but in moments of distress, anyone can pop up. My body protests as I push myself upright, finding that I’m naked beneath the sheets. I’m not sure how or when I maneuvered from the bath to the bed, but the morning rays blinking through velvet curtains suggest I slept all night. Another day of abstinence. This one, I can already tell, is going to be a shitshow.

Sure enough, by the time I’ve dragged my sore ass up, dressed in whatever men’s clothes I can find, and tamed my knotted hair, the boys are sitting at breakfast. Their minions,who I now recognize as the rest of the basketball team, fill the rest of the seats, leaving no room for me. Typical. Lucas gives me a shit-eating grin, pushing his chair back to pat his knee. I don’t argue this time, shuffling my feet forward to drop into his lap. Helping myself to his yogurt and rabbit food, I finish the entire bowl before he leans forward to speak.

"How are you feeling today?" he asks, running a hand soothingly over my ass, causing me to tense up. I can feel his hardness pressing against me as Jazzie nudges my left arm.

"Horny." She bobs her eyebrows suggestively. "Lustful."

"Shit," I settle on. "Do you think I could have just one more clozapine? It would be enough to get me through the rest of the week." My question is intended for anyone who's listening, but I only seem to have Lucas' attention. My palm rests heavily on my forehead. When no one responds I force myself to look back into Lucas' piercing green eyes. He's the ringleader; the one who decided I should play their twisted games.

"Well," he begins, his signature smirk fading into a serious expression. "I suppose it depends on whether or not you're planning to stay with us." My heart sinks at the thought of being trapped here without my meds any longer. The sex, the dynamics. It's all too intense to manage when my mind is already at war with itself. Lucas strokes my neck, his words sinking in slowly, and I shoot out of his lap in an instant, fueled by rage. In my fury, I kick at the table leg and immediately regret it as pain shoots through my foot.

"They’re my fucking meds. Why haven't I earned them back by now?! You promised if I rejected your proposal, I could return to the dorm with a full supply of pills. You said that!" The desperation in my voice is evident, but Lucas remains cool and composed.

"True," he concedes. "But if you choose to stay here, you must learn to cope without relying on them." My jaw drops. He can't...he's not serious.

Figures linger on the edge of my vision, stepping forward to crowd me. I can’t breathe, the very air stolen from my vicinity. Unlike Jazzie, the figures leaking from my mind now aren’t for mere distraction. These are the antagonists, evil silhouettes who wait on the sidelines for when I’m about to crack. Waiting for the chance to swoop in. To command me, control me.

Through it all, like a glowing beckon, I focus on the brightness of Lucas’ eyes. My fingers twitch to reach out and steady myself on his broad shoulders, but they might as well be pinned to my sides. There’s no use trusting the wobble in my legs either.

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