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It's an odd sensation, it doesn’t hurt like before but I can’t get over the situation, get past the fact I don’t want to be touched by him, for it to feel good either. It’s like an annoying tickle that only makes me nauseous and does nothing to make me wet.
Carson growls in frustration, dipping his fingers down to seek out my entrance and I whimper at the intrusion, already sore from how rough he was only minutes ago. It doesn’t stop him. The lack of my desire does nothing but piss him off more as he forces his way back into me with two fingers.
“Carson, it hurts,” I whine, unable to stay quiet any longer. The pain radiating out from his movements is too much for me to stay quiet through.
“Then relax and be the slut I know you are,” he demands. “Stop fighting it and just let yourself want me.”
The thought alone makes me want to gag. He doesn’t care about it feeling good for me, he just wants one more thing he can control. One more thing to lord over me. To take from me. I can’t do as he says. There’s too much disgust, too much hurt for me to even try and make myself feel good, even if I wanted to.
“Fucking hell, Brielle,” he curses, getting more and frustrated with me the longer this takes. “Your pussy is going to come for me or I am going to come in your pussy. Your choice.”
I freeze, nausea turning my stomach as I try to comprehend his words. Did he really just say what I think he said? My complete submission is that important to him, I even have to give him my orgasms now?
Tears slide down my face as I close my eyes. The only thing worse than this would be is if he did rape me. At least I can save myself from that. I just need to close my eyes and pretend. Pretend I’m anywhere but here. With anyone else.
It isn’t Carson’s fingers working their way in and out of me.
I think back on the rest of the night, dancing with Hudson as our bodies were pressed so closely together I could hear his heartbeat. Felt him getting harder every time my ass brushed against him. The suggestive smirk as he handed me the brownie.
“That’s better. You can listen.”
Carson’s slimy voice intrudes on my thoughts and I lost the little bit of want I managed to feel. I close my eyes tighter, thinking about the moment I was in between Ashton and Elias. Could feel both of their heat pressed so tightly against me.
His fingers start to move faster but at least it doesn’t hurt as much now.
I focus on my memory of being in the middle of two of my favorite guys in the whole world. What would it have been like to kiss Eli like we did in the library while Ash watched? Taste him all the way to my soul while Ash kissed up my neck.
“I alway knew you were a slut.”
I push his voice out of my head. Turning my thoughts to Zaiden. My forever bad boy. The heavy feeling of his dick sliding to the back of my throat, the heady taste of his come. The lust and hate burning in his eyes as he looked down at me on my knees for him.
“Look how wet you are for me, Darling.” Fuck, he keeps ruining it. More tears stream down my face in my own frustration. None of it is fucking for you. He can think what he wants but I will never want him the way I want the guys. Will never fully give myself to him.
“Who do you belong to, Brielle? Who owns you? Owns this cunt?”
They do. They own everything about me. Ashton. Elias. Hudson. Zaiden. They’re the only ones who could ever have me the way Carson so deeply wants to.
His fingers move in and out of me all the faster, trying to bring me to a peak I know I’ll never reach. No matter how much I think of my guys, he’ll continue to ruin it.
“You,” I force out with a little moan. The lie burns hot on my tongue, but it’s all I can do. Sacrifice now to survive for just a little bit longer. It’s okay to lose little pieces of myself along the way because I know I’ll be the last one standing. Or I’ll die trying.
“Come for me,” he demands. Fucking asshole.
I create a new fantasy, one I never dared to think about before. One with all four of my guys surrounding me, worshiping me. Hudson’s fingers inside of me, Ash and Elias’ mouths on my tits, Z’s hard dick down my throat. All five of us working together, feeling better than ever before.
I feel myself grow wetter around Carson’s fingers and know it’s now or never. Time to do what every girl knows how to do. I clench tightly, moaning as I do, before slowly releasing, creating a pulsating I know he can feel.
He groans as I open my eyes and for the first time I realize he’s been using my underwear to jack off the entire time he’s been assaulting me. He pulls out of me and I’ve never felt such sweet relief before. But of course, I let my guard down too soon.
He shoves me to my knees and I fall haphazardly in front of him. “Open,” he commands. Fear of what he will do if I don’t listen forces me to comply. He sticks the tip of his dick into my mouth just as I feel him swell and he explodes in my mouth. I dutifully swallow him down, tears still silently streaming. I don’t think they’ve stopped even once this whole time.
He pulls free from my mouth, putting away his dick and shoving my underwear into his pocket. Chills skirt down my spine. I don’t want them back, but I don’t want him to have them either.
“If you could just be this good all the time, we could actually have something great,” he whispers as he caresses my cheek, running his thumb over my lips. It’ll never happen and he knows it too. That’s why I’m not surprised when he has to end this with a little more violence. He pulls me up by the hair and I cry out at the sharp sting against my already sensitive scalp. “But you just refuse to do that.”
I can see his desire to slap me, but the week-long hiatus I was forced to take to hide the damage to my face is still fresh in his mind. He can’t risk marking me up when just anyone could see. Instead he shoves me back hard enough against the tree I know I will have new bruises and scrapes going up my back tomorrow. In a move I wasn’t expecting, he brings his hand down hard against my pussy making me cry out in pain as the sharp slap steals my senses.
“Go home. You’re an embarrassment.”
