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Share Us
She looks over to Ryan. “We all agreed that we would share you. We wanted you then. We want you now. We will always want you, Abigail.” Ryan takes her hand, and she quickly pulls it from his grasp.
“All this time. All this fucking time, you all have been playing me for a fool! It made me go crazy thinking I’m a hoe for wanting you all, for sleeping with each of you, and you go behind my back and hatch a plan to share me as if I am some toy you can play with. Are you fucking joking?” The pain, anger, and rage on her face makes her hotter than ever. I love it.
I slide over to her on the wrap-around bench. “We wanted you to choose. We wanted you to experience what it would be like with all of us so you would know in your heart who you wanted. You have always had the upper hand and full control. Our hearts are yours to do with whatever you please,” I tell her.
Silence falls as she looks between us all. Back and forth, her eyes shoot around to each one of us as she contemplates the bomb we just dropped on her. The waitress comes over and places our food on the table, and in front of Abby, she puts a plate filled with pancakes, sausage, hashbrowns, and toast. She looks down at it, then back up at us. “How did you know what I wanted?”
Ryan replies, “We know you. You like to hide behind your black clothes and put on this front for the world to see, but,” Colin takes the maple syrup and, in the shape of a smiley face, puts the syrup on her pancakes.
“We know you.” I finish.
She picks up her fork and digs into her food like a streets-starved child. We watch her go at it as if she has not eaten in days. “Are you all going to just sit there and watch me stuff my face, or are you going to join me?”
“Dig in boys!” Colin says, stuffing his face with his grilled cheese.
After we are all done with our meal and a little small talk here and there, I decide that I will be the one to ask the looming question. “What are we to you, Abigail? Now that you know.”
Her eyes meet mine, and with the most beautiful smile, she says, “Mine. You areallmine.”
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AfterAbigaildeclaredthatwe all belonged to her, we decided that we all needed to go over to Parker’s for the night. Once again, his parents were out of town, and on the way over, he called his housekeeper to make sure she would not be there when we arrived.
Walking into his home, as I have a thousand times before, it was different this time. This time, I felt a shift in the atmosphere. It was as if we all were being watched. I couldn't shake off the feeling, but when Abby grabbed my hand and squeezed it, all my fears faded away. The power she has over me is not of this world.
Parker directs us all to a part of his home that we have never been in before, as it wasoff-limitsto us as kids. His parents would have outrageous parties on this side while we would be up in Parker's room for a sleepover when we were younger—chowing down on pizza and junk food, watching movies, and playing video games while people would come and go as they pleased.
“Ladies first,” Parker says as he leads Abigail into the pitch-black room. We all follow close behind.
Parker shuts the door behind us, and for a split second, my mind flashes to Abigail getting stabbed by that psycho and the maniac in the car running him over––who has yet to be caught. Holding her as she was bleeding out, I thought I was going to lose her.
“Let there be light,” Parker says from behind us, and as the lights of the room started to flicker on, I saw just what we were in for tonight.
A room full of desire and sin. Fantasy and lust. Depravity and pure fucking.
This is going to be fun.
The room is the size of a basement with different stations and beds, some round, others rectangular. The walls were painted black, and all the lights were red. If I didn’t know better, I would assume this to be a torture room with all the equipment that looks like it belongs in a dungeon. Leather, satin, whips, ropes, and chains are all throughout. I look over to Abigail, who is just as awestruck as I am. She walks through the room, running her fingers along certain pulleys and levers.
“What is this used for?” she asks, directing her question to Parker.
“Want us to show you?” he replies.
She looked over to Colin and me, and our expressions showed her we were just as clueless as she was, as this was not our area of expertise as it was his.
“What do I do?” she whispers with uncertainty.
Parker gives me a look, and I know he wants me to take control for the moment, and I don't pass up this opportunity.
I step up in front of her and cuff my hand around her neck, pushing her backward up against a metal pole. Leaning into her, I kiss her on the lips and take my time as she allows herself to melt into my hold. “I want you to take off your clothes. Give us a show. Then, when I am satisfied with your performance, I will allow Parker to touch you. Disobey me, and I will make you watch as Colin sucks Parker's cock.”
She glances over at both Parker and Colin, who are watching us, tilting her head, rethinking the last words I just said. “Wouldn’t be the first time, dollface,” Colin says, making her giggle and smile.
“I like the way you think, brother, but do you think she has what it takes? I mean, can she even move those hips of hers?” Parker asks as he grabs a remote. After pressing a few buttons, we hearFeel It by Michele Morroneplaying over the speakers.
“You think I can’t put on a show for you boys?” Abigail taunts. “Buckle up, all hands inside your jeans, eyes on me,” she directs us.
