Fuck it, I wanted this.
I wanted them to make me feel good again.
I shook my head up and down a little before reluctantly pleading, “Please, Ryker.”
“Fuckkk,” Ryker groaned. “Come over here then, Kitten,” he said, patting his lap.
I stood and tried to walk to Ryker when Cade grabbed my wrist and commanded, “Crawl.”
I whirled around, glaring daggers at him.
“No fucking way. I’m not a pet!” I said with venom lacing my voice.
“That's too bad. I thought you wanted to cum, Rowan. You enjoyed grinding yourself down on Ryker's thick fingers so much yesterday. He was about to make you feel good again,” Cade said while running his fingers up and down the inside of my wrist, sending goosebumps across my skin.
Next to him, Killian spread his legs wide and put his massive arms behind his head, like he was getting comfy to watch the show. I chewed on my lip trying to decide if I wanted to argue with Cade more.
Cade continued, “Killian might touch you too if you're a good girl. Get on your knees and crawl to Ryker for us. Show us how pretty you look on all fours.”
My pride screamed at me to tell them to go to hell. To yell “fuck off” and keep my dignity intact. But my body? My body betrayed me. It ached for their control and commands. I wanted to submit. Not because I had to, but because somewhere deep down, I craved this.
I told myself it was a strategy. I was playing the long game, earning their trust so they'd lower their guard and give me an opening to escape. None of this meant anything. I was still in control. Those were the lies I repeated to keep my pride from crumbling.
Because the truth was harder to swallow. Without my suppressants, the instincts were too strong. Beneath all the anger, all the shame, there was something else. There was heat, hunger, and a depraved thrill I didn’t want to address.
Crawling was degrading. And yet, some twisted part of me liked it. Maybe even needed it. I couldn’t let them see that, though. I didn’t want them to know how much they affected me. Or how much control they had over me.
Still glaring at Cade like I hated him, maybe I still did, I slowly sank to my knees. The humiliation should’ve burned hotter than the desire curling in my gut. But it didn’t. Not completely.
I could feel Cade and Killian’s eyes on me as I crawled toward Ryker. Their stares felt heavy and possessive. Every movementon all fours made me feel vulnerable. My pride was glad I couldn’t see their satisfaction behind me. Though ahead of me, Ryker's smile widened as I approached, dimples flashing, eyes gleaming with perverse delight. He was pleased I’d obeyed, pleased I’d come to him like this. And though I hated the way he looked at me, as if he owned me, I hated even more the way something inside me responded to it.
Once I reached Ryker’s feet, I sat up on my knees, folding my legs underneath me. His widespread legs bracketed me, and my kneeling position put me eye level with the growing tent in his fatigues.
“I put my mouth on you last night, and I think you should return the favor. I want to fuck your mouth, Kitten. Have you ever sucked cock?” Ryker asked while grabbing a fistful of my copper hair and wrapping it around his knuckles.
He tugged at my hair, forcing me to brace and lean over his crotch. With his fist, he anchored my face an inch from his lap, waiting for my response.
“No, sir,” I whispered, suddenly ashamed of my inexperience.
A shadow moved through the corner of my vision, and I realized Killian had gotten off the couch and was kneeling behind me. He slipped his enormous hands under my shirt and peeled it off of me. Ryker readjusted his hold on my hair so Killian could pull it over my head, and then fisted my hair again, harder this time, causing my scalp to sting. I still had my underwear on, but that didn’t help me feel any less exposed, having never been topless in front of a man before, let alone three.
“Better,” Killian grunted as he palmed one of my breasts with his large calloused hand, toying with my nipple, while Ryker stared down at us with darkness in his eyes.
“Take my cock out, Kitten, and put it in your mouth. Killian’s going to have fun with your pretty pussy while you suck me. No teeth, Kitty. Just move up and down, hollow out your cheeks and try to take me nice and deep in your tight throat. It’s okay if you gag. I honestly prefer it,” he instructed.
My hands were shaking as I unfastened Ryker’s belt, and unzipped his fly. He shifted in the seat, helping me slide his pants and underwear down as his enormous dick sprung free from inside.
If I was nervous before, I was absolutely freaking out now.
It was so much bigger than I imagined a dick to be. I knew, even though it was my first time seeing one in person, that his was abnormally large. I had no clue how it was going to fit in my mouth, let alone my other… places. If Ryker’s was this size, I could only imagine how big Killian’s was.
The sight of it sent a gush of slick soaking through my underwear.
Killian must have noticed from behind me as he ran his soft tongue from my knee to the core of me, sucking on my heat through the underwear. It felt so good that my whole body shuddered as Killian growled, “Mine,” and pulled my underwear to the side. I tried to see what he was doing over my shoulder.
“Kitten, stop getting distracted by Killian. Focus on me,” Ryker said, tugging on my hair, turning my attention back to him.
He held his dick in his other hand, guiding it to my mouth and rubbing the tip against my lips, before commanding me to “open.”
