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Being judged for my sexual appetite by my peers isn't something I want, but these guys are different; I feel like I can trust the Lords. They are just as fucked up as I am, if not more so. The question is, do I really want them corrupting me more than I already am?
I'm lying here, bent over Fynn's bed. He's just finished with me, and I feel more relaxed than ever. I know we are far from done because Oakley still needs to get off, but as I lay here, the Lords fall into a conversation, completely ignoring the naked female bent over and restrained with cum seeping out of her ass.
I wouldn't put it past them to be doing it on purpose. They like trying to make me feel like a common whore, but they should know by now that I'm turned on by their treatment of me. Then again, maybe they are losing interest, and I should entice them a little more. Should I offer to let them give me the other half of the pill? Will Oakley be more inclined to fuck me, knowing that I'm completely passed out?
“I want the rest of it,” I say before I change my mind, but it's too soft, and they all three glance my way, unsure whether I really did say something.
“What did you just say, Kitty Cat?” Oakley comes into my view.
“I said that I want the rest.”
“The rest of what?” the Lord frowns.
“The pill. Give me the other half of the pill.” I'm still feeling a bit hazy, but I know what I'm saying, and I know what they are saying and doing; I'm just feeling incredibly relaxed.
“I'm not giving you the rest of the fucking pill, Catalina!” For some reason, my request has made Oakley angry, and now I'm confused; I thought they would like this.
“Why not? I thought you would like doing me while I'm unconscious.”
“Where the fuck would you get that idea from? It's one thing to fuck you when you're sleeping, knowing that you will wake up by my dick being inside you, but it's completely different to fuck you when you are passed out from being drugged, Kitty Cat!”
“Then why did Jett want to give me this drug?” I ask, confused.
“Lina, I only wanted you to be relaxed, but I won't lie; it's one of my fantasies to fuck you when you're drugged, but I would never do it without your consent, with or without the contract. As I said before, it's your choice. Maybe I was an ass on how I presented it but tell me the truth...did you like it?”
I suck on my bottom lip before finally nodding, “Yes, I liked it.”
“See, Oak, our girl is just as freaky as I am. Stop being so pissy with me,” Jett says to his friend.
“That's fine,” Oakley states, “The two of you can be freaky like that together, but I like my pussy fully awake, and in the right frame of mind, so she knows exactly who's fucking her.”
“Hey,” Fynn chimes in, “I want to be in the freaky category too! I think it's hot fucking Little Saint drugged up, but only because I know it's what she wants or asked for. I'm up for anything as long as I get that sweet cunt of hers.”
I grin to myself; they really do like me to an extent. They just have fucked up ways of showing it. It's too bad they don't know how badly I want to return the favor, though. What's good for the goose is good for the gander. I'll let them drug me because I find it hot for them to do so, as long as I know about it, but they better watch out because Mama has the same cravings as they do, and I'm willing to return the favor tenfold.
Oakley never took histurn with me. In fact, they let me fall asleep, and I don't wake up until hours after. I'm still bent over the bed in the same position. Still restrained by the silk ropes that Jett used to ready me for Fynn and Oakley, only I'm alone in Fynn's room. My bladder is full, so I have no choice but to call out to them and hope that someone is still here.
“Oakley, Fynn, Jett...can someone please help me?”
I don't hear anything at first, but then heavy footsteps sound on the wooden floor as someone comes my way, and Fynn opens the door, “Ah, you're awake. How are you feeling, Little Saint?”
“A bit groggy, but I have to piss like a racehorse!”
Fynn chuckles, “Always a lady...”
I scoff, “I've never referred to myself as being a lady, and I never will.”
“You will be soon, Little Saint. You will be the Lady of Sin soon enough.” Fynn releases my ankles first before starting on the rope at the headboard.
“I never agreed to that, Fynn,” I wait for him to undo the rope at my wrists, but he doesn't, “What about this?” I hold my hands up.
He shakes his head, “We aren't done with you yet, Little Saint.”
“Am I a prisoner here, Fynn?” I sigh because I'm beginning to feel like one a little.
“No, not a prisoner, just well-guarded, is all.” He winks at me as he holds the rope and pulls me toward the bathroom.
“What if I don't want to be well-guarded?” I ask, “What if I want to go back home, say fuck school, and return to my mom?”
