Part 20 (1/2)

Sliding into Leila is like coming home. Her hips try to rise, but I have her pinned to the bed. She is utterly at our mercy. The feeling of finally having her, having something we've been craving for so long, is surreal. Any trace of guilt I had about what we've done to make her ours washes away in this moment. It was worth everything, and we'll do whatever it takes to keep this woman chained to us for the rest of our lives. She's worth fighting for, no matter the lengths we had to go to to have her.

Her warm p.u.s.s.y clenches around me so tightly I almost c.u.m. I close my eyes against the sheer pleasure of it and try to control myself. It's too fast, too soon. I want to hold on to this moment for just a little longer. We've been waiting so long to have it, and I don't want it to be over before it has even begun.

I hold myself inside her, bottoming out in her p.u.s.s.y. She continues to pulse and clench around me, her body begging me to move.

”You feel that, Leila? Your p.u.s.s.y wants it. She's trying to suck the c.u.m right out of me. I bet if I didn't even move, she'd milk every drop I had until there was nothing left in my b.a.l.l.s.”

”f.u.c.k you,” she bites out, making Kellan and Remy laugh behind me. I smile against her neck before I kiss her there, then bite it. Her hips try to buck again as I taste the saltiness on her skin.

”Seems to me like your p.u.s.s.y is the one trying to do the f.u.c.king.”

”Please,” she begs, the word coming out in a strangled moan.

”Please' what? Keep going? Please let you f.u.c.k my c.o.c.k, or please f.u.c.k my c.u.n.t? Because really, those are the only options you have here. We saw what happens when we let you pick what you want, so now we'll be giving the orders.”

She jerks against the binds at her wrists, and the need to show her how true my words are takes over. I start to roughly thrust in and out of her, pinning her to the bed with each thrust. Her moans fill the room as I slide in and out of her wet p.u.s.s.y. The mixture of our combined pleasure coats my c.o.c.k.

”You feel all that c.u.m in your p.u.s.s.y? That's us. Taking you. Claiming you. Making you ours. Now I'm going to coat your p.u.s.s.y, too.” As I thrust, she clenches at my words. I can feel the bed moving with my own movements, but I can't bring myself to slow down. I want her to know how serious I am. What this means. ”You'll never be free of us,” I whisper into her ear, not caring now if I c.u.m too soon. It doesn't matter. She'll be in our bed every night for the rest of our lives. I can take her whenever the f.u.c.k I want to.

Her sweet c.u.n.t locks around my c.o.c.k at my words, another o.r.g.a.s.m ripping through her body. The contractions pull my o.r.g.a.s.m from me as I empty myself inside her. Jets of s.e.m.e.n spill from my c.o.c.k and coating her walls. This binds us all together. We've all claimed her now.

Her name rips from my throat. My voice is almost unrecognizable as everything that just happened seems to settle into place. Her limp body lies besides me as I let my c.o.c.k slip free from her perfection, c.u.m spilling out with it.

Pulling back, I look down at Leila. Her eyes are closed, her face completely relaxed, and her fiery red hair laid out all around her. She looks like an angel. I turn her face towards me. Her eyes don't open when I place a soft kiss on her full lush lips before reluctantly pulling away.

”f.u.c.k, I think that last o.r.g.a.s.m knocked her out,” Remy says, and I silently agree. I have the urge to fall onto the bed next to her, I'm so exhausted. My b.a.l.l.s hurt from how many times she's coaxed an o.r.g.a.s.m from me.

Not wanting to wake her, I pull myself from the bed before dropping down into a chair. Remy sits opposite me. Kellan sits down on the bed next to her, stroking her hair as she sleeps. A look of pure pleasure and happiness crosses his face, something I'm sure is on my face, too.

”As much as I wanted her to come to us, I have no regrets,” Kellan says to us while still looking down at Leila.

”I think she wanted this,” Remy adds, motioning to the room.

I have to agree. Leila lives in a world of her own in a nice safe bubble where no one can try to hurt her. She lost her parents her first year of college and has been alone ever since. She's just trying to make her way and get herself through school.

She shut herself off from the outside world, I believe, because she never wanted to experience loss again. My only regret is we hadn't found her sooner. I regret that we weren't there to comfort her in her time of need.

Now she'll never know loneliness again. There will always be one of us at her side. It wouldn't be any other way. We are too far gone for her, and we can give her what she needs if she just lets us. We can fill her life with happiness again.

But in true Leila fas.h.i.+on, she dug her s.e.xy little heels into the ground and made us push harder.

”I think we learned a little something about our sweet girl tonight,” I tell them, drawing both of their eyes to me. ”She likes it a little rough, and she enjoys the fight. We should've seen that sooner. Maybe if we had, we'd be working on putting a second baby inside her by now.”

They both nod.

”I don't give a f.u.c.k. At least we've got her now. A little bit of my charm and I'll have her all warm and cuddly in our bed by the end of the night.” Remy snaps his finger while flas.h.i.+ng a smirk that always seems to get him what he wants, whether it be getting some information on a case or just getting his coffee quicker at Starbucks.

”Never seen it work on Leila before,” I remind him, going in for a small friendly dig. Remy's smirk drops, and Kellan snorts.

”Didn't you see? I got her all warmed up for my charms now. She milked my c.o.c.k like she couldn't get enough of it,” he retorts. The reminder of her p.u.s.s.y around my c.o.c.k makes my d.i.c.k start to come back to life.

”How long do you think it will take us to get her to calm? I'd like to get her to come home with us willingly,” Kellan says, going back to playing with Leila's hair.

I don't answer him, nor does Remy make another playful joke because the question is all too real. We want her to come home. A home that the three of us made just for her.

We all sit in silence, the tension growing thicker by the minute. f.u.c.k this. No way am I going down this road all over again. I put us down this path and I'm not looking back. No more second guessing and letting her push us away again. The past few hours have been the best I've ever had, coming just ahead of the day she walked into our lives. This day's only better because I know what she taste like and what she looks like when she c.u.ms. This time she's ours.

Rising from my chair so abruptly it falls back and hits the floor, I make my way back to the bed to free her.

”Start the shower,” I say to Remy as I pull her from the bed and into my arms. Her sleepy eyes open and look around the room like she forgot where she was for a moment. I think for a second she's going to fight, but she doesn't. I make my way to the bathroom with Kellan right behind us.

”We'll f.u.c.k her into submission until she knows nothing but us, craves only us,” I tell them when we enter the bathroom, heading straight for the shower. ”Now we're going to clean her, and then get her dirty all over again.”

7.

Damon

Remy opens the gla.s.s door for us, and we all file into the shower. It's already warm and filling with steam. The shower is nearly identical to the one we have at home. It's gigantic, with several shower heads and a bench for sitting. Or for other things we have planned for our woman.

I cradle Leila in my arms and hold her under the warm water as Remy and Kellan start to soap up her body. She doesn't say a word, just lets all of us tend to her, leaning her head back and closing her eyes as the steam surrounds us.

”It's easier when you don't fight us,” I say as I rinse off her legs.

Her eyes open and she looks at us, biting her lip. I think she's intimidated by the three of us, and why shouldn't she be? We just tied her to the bed and took turns f.u.c.king her. I'm sure she's aware we intend to keep doing it.

”Leila, we've wanted you from the second we saw you, and we knew you felt the same,” Kellan says as he rinses her hair. ”You felt the charge between the four of us. And you knew the three of us wanted you. You tried to hide your desire for us, but you couldn't. Clearly this was a drastic approach, but it seems this situation called for drastic measures.”

I stand her up on her feet, and the three of us circle her, our hard c.o.c.ks jutting out and b.u.mping her soft flesh as we move in closer.

Remy growls beside me and inches even closer. ”I think you should show us how much you want us. How sorry you are that you made us do this to you. I think you should get on your knees, Leila.”

”Why?” she whispers, but looks up at him and licks her lips. The question escapes breathlessly from her mouth.

Kellan leans down and bites her shoulder, making her moan.

”Because, love,” I say, grabbing her jaw gently, ”deep down, you want to. You want us, and you want to make us happy. So get on your knees and open your mouth.”