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“Fuck.” I hop off the bed and tear my clothes off.
Wes hands me a bottle of lube, and I squirt some onto Athelia’s breasts. She winces as the cold liquid hits her skin, and her head lolls to one side.
Careful not to put too much weight on her, I straddle Athelia’s limp body. Like this, Kellan won’t be able to see the look of horror on her face when she realizes just who’s fucking her, but that’s fine. I’m sure she’ll scream and cry.
I rub my dick over her chest, spreading the lube over her breasts. Then I push them together, sliding my cock in between them.
“So soft,” I groan.
Athelia stirs, this time slowly blinking her eyes open. She stares up at me with a dazed look, and considering how slack her face is, I don’t think she’s registering what’s happening yet.
I continue fucking her tits while Kellan drives into her behind me. Athelia whimpers, and just as I think she’s about to freak out, her eyes slide shut again.
That’s fine with me. Conscious or not, her boobs still feel like heaven. I love watching her struggle and cry, but that can come later. Using her like this, while she’s flitting in and out of consciousness, is fucking euphoric.
The second time Athelia’s eyes open, she’s a little more back to normal. Her brows furrow with confusion, and she blinks a few times. Then her face falls, and her body jerks at she tries to get away but can’t. Our restraints hold her down, keeping her exactly where we want her.
“N…no.”
God, I love hearing that word from her.
“You can take it,ma belle,”Kellan says over my shoulder. “I know you like it.”
A horrified sound escapes her lips, and I watch her shut her eyes in shame. She’s conflicted. I have no idea why. Athelia hates us.
Or maybe she doesn’t.
“Stop,” she whispers. “Cal, please.”
“I can’t, baby.” I thrust harder. “You feel too good. These tits were made to be fucked.”
She tries to buck me off her, but it’s a waste of her energy. I watch as anger joins the fear painted onto her features. Her skin is tinted pink from the light of my mask, and it only makes her look prettier.
“Good toys don’t fight their makers, Athelia,” Wes says.
“I’m not a toy.” Her voice is weak and quiet, but there’s still venom behind her words. “And you didn’t make me, you fucking idiot.”
Wes climbs onto the bed and leans in close. “You are, and we’ll make you into whatever we please, whether that’s our toy, our whore, or our girl.”
“Your…” She looks between me and him with confusion as Wes leans back. “Your girl?”
“Whatever we want, Harper,” Wes says. “You’re ours.”
Athelia blinks a couple times. It’s too soon after she woke up to have this conversation. “W… why?”
Wes scoffs before sliding off the bed. He doesn’t respond, instead returning to where he was watching before.
Once he’s out of her field of vision, Athelia focuses on me again.
“Cal,” she whispers. “Cal, come on. Please stop.”
“I can’t, baby. I like seeing you like this too much.”
With a huff, she turns her face away and glares into the darkness. It spurs me closer to the edge, seeing her pissed and helpless like this.
“I left a hickey on your neck,” I tell her as I fuck her tits faster, squeezing them together. “It’s a reminder that you belong to us now. We’ll put a more permanent one on you soon.”
That seems to wake her up. She yanks at the cuffs, but they don’t budge. With an angry cry, she tries to kick at Kellan, but there’s no slack in the ropes for her to get any momentum.
