Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“Bite it,” Malachi moans. “You can’t leave us, Briar. I’ll get blue balls. No one makes me nut like you.”
I turn to see cum drip from his cock and fall onto the white marble floor. As crazy as Malachi is, those words coming from him are a love sonnet and allow me to smile through the pain inflicted by Ezra’s teeth.
“You better do what I say, Fawn.” Ezra grips my hair and tugs me off the bed. “I’m not in the mood for your shit tonight.” Crimson blood covers his lips, and his eyes appear feral, like a wild wolf. He pushes me down to my knees in front of the puddle of fresh cum on the floor. “You want to be a little cunt. I’ll treat you like one. Stick out your whore tongue and lick it clean.”
Chapter 20
Dariyus
(Present Day)
Ezra reels back as my fist connects to his face. I say nothing, and neither does he. He needs to humiliate her, and I have a desire to protect her.
Ezra spits blood onto the floor as he rubs his jaw. “You act pissed, but the bulge in your pants gives you away.” He nods toward Briar on the floor, licking up Malachi’s cum.
I hate that my body reacts. That some fucked up part of my brain enjoys seeing the woman I love treated like an animal. I want to argue with Ezra, but there would be no point. Instead, I rip the leash from Malachi’s hands and connect it with the collar around her neck.
“You’re wild, D,” Malachi says, shaking his head. “You’ve got an issue with how we treat her but get off on walking her like a fuckin’ dog. What’s the difference?”
Her head turns to my hand as I gently pet her hair. “The difference is I take care of her. I like dirty shit, but I don’t need to harm her to get off. The two of you claim to love her but do the most atrocious shit to her.”
Malachi smirks as he leans toward me and whispers, “Just cause you don’t call her a whore or a slut doesn’t mean you don’t get off on treating her like your property.” He bends, running his hand through her slit before presenting his wet fingers to me. “Get offended on her behalf all you want, but our girl leaks like a faucet for it.” My lips part, and I go to speak, but Malachi shoves his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to taste her. “Now, stop being so damn uptight, and let’s go stuff her slutty holes.”
I tug at Briar’s leash, and she crawls toward the door. Ezra and Malachi follow behind. It’s how we’ve always done it, one of us in front of her, two behind her. The only thing we’ve ever cared about is ensuring no one hurts her. That’s why what we’ve planned is so fucked up.
Briar thinks this is one last show, one more fuck, before we let her go. But letting her go isn’t an option. When the guys approached me with their plan, bile rose in my throat. Everything I was against was out the window. It made me sick. It disgusted me.
Various eyes at the club fall on us. We aren’t new here. The three of us used to come here to fuck and watch people fuck. But this is the first time they’ve seen us with a woman. There’s never been a woman all three of us wanted and who we felt safe to bring into our world. A woman we wanted to share every aspect of our life with. Figures we want the only woman who wants to leave us.
I clasp the hemp rope and let the material soothe me before the crippling fear of losing her takes hold. Her pretty face is turned up to me, and even though we are in a crowded room, there’s no one but us. This is the moment I love the most, where Briar and I have a connection, a bond no other will have. I’m her rigger and through this bond, she completely submits her trust and her will to me.
“Hands behind your back, legs apart,” I demand.
“Yes, sir,” Briar responds and does as she’s told.
I jump on the chair and make hoops with the five ropes. Two for her ankles and thighs, one for her waist, and one for her wrists. Six points to ensure her safety.
Stepping down, I walk to her and fist her full tits before moving around her to find the bight center of the rope. I wrap it around her wrists, ensuring that two fingers still fit between her skin and the rope. Crossing the bight over the working ends, I tuck it underneath the ropes. A quick loop with the working end and I bring the bight through. Then another loop, and I pull the rope tight.