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Chapter thirty-nine

The Protector

Sammy

I watch as Abe kisses softly down her throat, after Dinah declares that she needs us to make her feel alive, and demands that the three of us work together to accomplish the task. The old me, who is trapped inside of this broken body, wants desperately to comply with my girl’s request. I want to take her into my arms, kiss the shit out of her, and fill her tight holes with my cock, until my cum is pooling out of her and I’ve reclaimed her. As much as the images of fucking Dinah arouse me, they quickly turn to scenes filled with blood, gore, and the fear of me being triggered, turning on her, and possibly hurting her, even though some part of my conscious self knows that Abraham and Ezekiel would never allow that to happen, and that they’d gladly kill me.

“Please,” she moans as Abe begins to pull off her weapons, dropping them on the stone floor with a clang, followed by her shirt and pants, until she stands before us naked, and in all her beautiful glory. My girl, the love of my worthless life, my Nightstar. She will always be the path back to my redemption; she is also not only my path home, but my true home. Just staring at her hurts me, but not in a bad way, instead in a way that reminds me that I’m alive. Thanks to her, I will be able to get my revenge on Noah, and all those fuckers that hurt me. Thanks to Dinah Camrose Rothesay, I will be able to live, even if I am broken. “What do you need, Atasi? Hmm, my little slut? Do you need me to fill you up so deep with my cock, that you’ll have a permanent imprint of him inside of you?“ Jesus, I had forgotten what a dirty mouth Abraham has. My cock hardens painfully behind the zipper of my pants, straining and demanding to be set free, so he can be reunited with some of his favorite places, namely every one of Dinah’s holes.

I hear the rustling of clothes beside me, and when I turn my head to the side, I see that Ezekiel is wasting no time in getting fully naked. He smirks at me, with that devious look in his emerald green eyes, when he catches me watching him stroke himself, and even has the gall to fucking wink at me. I feel heat rising up my chest and neck, at the way his large, tattooed hand strokes over his enormous cock, and tugs on the metal piercing protruding from his deep purple mushroom tip. His other hand caresses his testicles, rolling them softly between his fingers, before giving each a slight tug. His breathing has picked up, his tattooed chest, a work of brilliant art, rising and falling with each labored breath, and his eyes lower to half-mast as he licks his lips in a taunting way. I can feel precum slipping from my own tip, and coating the inside of my underwear, as I refuse to back down from his challenge and keep watching, as he jerks himself off to the sounds of Dinah moaning loudly, with whatever Abraham is doing to her.

I finally pry my eyes away from him, everything in me demanding that I get on my knees and take his cock inside of my lips, and swallow him to the back of my throat. The thought is so shocking that it manages to break the spell between us, and has me fisting my hands tightly, until my short nails pierce into my skin, with a hint of pain, and provide some much-needed clarity. What the fuck is happening to me? I don’t want to fuck Ezekiel. I despise that conniving fucker. Sure you do, my mind cackles back at me, calling me a damn liar.

My eyes hone in on Dinah, as Abraham slides his thick fingers inside of her pretty pussy, while his other hand fists her tight braid and uses it as a rope to hold her back, arched gracefully for him. Her stance widens, to allow him to fuck her deeper and harder with his fingers, as her perky, erect, rose-tipped nipples sway temptingly, and cause my mouth to water with the need to sink my teeth into them, and make her scream. The sight of her soaked flesh, as Abraham’s digits slide in and out of her tight hole, has a moan escaping me that I can’t seem to contain. The sounds of her wetness are loud and obscene, but also a siren song. Abraham raises his head from marking Dinah’s neck, and grins at me. “She’s so wet, Sammy, drenched . Her pretty pussy is holding onto my fingers so tightly. Don’t you want a taste of her?”

I do, almost with a desperation I can’t contain, but there is also a gnawing fear rising at the back of my head. I feel my body stiffen, and not from arousal at the sight of Dinah being pleasured, but from the slight haze that is starting on the very parameters of my consciousness. I’m beginning to lose my grip on my surroundings again. Everything around me is becoming tinged in the red blood all over the floor from that fucker Asa. I look down at my hands, and I can see his blood splatter coating my fingers and arms. It starts to feel like insects are crawling along my skin, and I can’t get a deep breath past my suddenly constricted throat. Get it together. Nothing here is harming you. You’re safe. You’re with Dinah, Abraham, and Ezekiel, and none of them are going to hurt you. My mind is warring with whatever is inside of me that can’t let go of what happened to me. I know that I’m safe, but that doesn’t seem to matter to my rapidly beating heart. “Noooo,” I call out, as I take steps away from all of them, the sound of my blood rushing in my ears, so loud that I have to slap my hands against my ears.

“Sammy! Jesus fuck, Dinah, what is happening to him?” Ezekiel’s voice sounds like it’s coming down a long tunnel, and as I blink repeatedly to clear the fog, I feel two small, warm hands on either side of my face. Her scent reassures me that it’s her, as her warm, naked flesh presses closer and closer to me. I want to touch her so badly, but inside my head, other images are playing out in a vivid video, of Noah and his men abusing me.

“You like that, don’t you, cunt? You deserve everything you’re getting. You are worthless, so worthless she abandoned you for them.”

No! This is not real. They are not here. I’m safe here with Dinah. She loves me. She came for me. She never abandoned me like they claimed. They are liars! “Sammy! Sammy, look at me, baby. Look at me. I’m here, right here, and you’re safe.” Dinah’s terrified voice breaks through their taunting voices, and finally, I am able to meet her blue-gray worried gaze. “Dinah?” I croak. “Are you really here? Is this real?”

“Yes, Sammy, this is real. Come back to me, my love, come back to us . We are here, we are real,“ she demands. Some of the panic begins to recede, and humiliation rises across my body that the other two are watching me self-destruct, and be weak. They both are right. I am not right in the head, and certainly not worthy of Dinah. “Hey, asshole, stop that shit right now, you’re not fucking weak.”

It’s almost as if Ezekiel can read my thoughts right out of my mind. He comes closer to Dinah, who is still holding my face, caressing it between her smooth palms, as I attempt desperately to get lungfuls of air inside of my lungs. “Just breathe for me, Sammy, please,” Dinah keeps whispering over and over, her touch reassuring me that I’m here with them, and not back in a miserable basement, at the mercy of men who enjoyed hearing me scream. “This was too much for him. We shouldn’t have done that. I am so fucking stupid, and sorry, Sammy. I never meant to trigger you like that.” Tears begin to slide from the corners of her eyes, and the sight is enough to finally pull me out of the darkness that was attempting to roll my mind once again. I raise my hand and catch one of her tears on my thumb, bringing it to my lips and licking the salty taste off. “It... it wasn’t you, or anything you did, Nightstar, I’m not even sure what triggered it.”

Based on her expression, I can see that she doesn’t believe me, and is berating herself for starting something that has caused me to lapse into one of my episodes. I can’t allow her to blame herself, and I also can’t have her always afraid of my reactions, and censoring herself and them, for fear that it will cause me to lose my mind. Noah has already taken so much from me, and it’s time that I stopped allowing him to continue his torment, even though I know that it is easier said than done. “I... I want this with you. I just don’t know if... I can handle it.”

“What if you were the one touching her, touching us , and we didn’t touch you back unless you asked for it? Would that help?“ Ezekiel questions. The fact that he included himself, and Abraham, in that equation hasn’t slipped past me. This fucker is making a lot of assumptions that I would want him anywhere near me. Don’t you?

I think over his proposition, and at first, I’m resistant to it. My first thought is that I don’t want anyone to touch me, not even by accident, but when I stare into Dinah’s glaze, I realize that I’m not being honest with myself either, and I’m just allowing what happened to me to dictate how I move forward. I’m still permitting Noah to hurt me, even from a distance. “I... can try.” I swallow the lump of fear in my throat.

“Don’t close your eyes, Sammy. Stare right at her, and see how she’s looking up at you with desire, and love. She wants you, and she won’t hurt you. Reach out and trace her face with your fingers. Reassure yourself that she’s real, that she’s here with you.” Ezekiel’s words are spoken with authority, and as much as listening to him rankles me, I want so desperately to make this work. I allow my forefinger to trace over her dark eyebrows, one finely shaped arch at a time, then down the bridge of her small, straight nose until I reach her lips, pressing on the plump pink surface of her bottom lip, before her tongue licks at my digit. My cock reawakens from his slumber, and pushes once again against the zipper of my pants, as I stare into my Nightstar’s eyes and confirm she’s real. God, she is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.

I allow my fingers to slide over the silky skin on her high cheekbones, and down the side of her face, until I am cradling her jaw. My eyes take in the red marks Abraham left on her neck, and the desire to leave my own has me dipping my head. At first, all I do is trace his marks with my tongue, until a little whimper of need leaves Dinah’s lips. She’s being so good and patient with me, staying perfectly still with her hands at her sides, as I explore the soft skin on her neck with my mouth. “Real?” I mumble into the spot where her neck and shoulder meet, nipping at the skin. “Yes, Sammy, real,” her husky voice replies. I pull back and meet her gaze, and I glimpse fear, mixed with desire, deep within the beauty of her eyes. I lean forward, my lips briefly touching hers, in a soft, gentle kiss that is full of apologies for all the hurt caused on both sides. I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding along the surface of her lips, and begging for admittance. I keep my eyes open, and she follows suit. It should be awkward, staring at each other so closely and intensely, but instead, it fosters my courage to touch her further.

My hand slides down the front of her bare chest, her skin warm and delicious under my touch. I reach the valley between her lush breasts, resting my palm, and feeling the vibrations from her heart dancing against her skin. Her body shudders at my touch, imploring me to keep exploring her. I cradle the round globe of her breast in my hand, feeling its weight, and using my thumb to rub against her hardened nipple. “Are you still wet, Nightstar?” I question, feeling heat and electricity rise up my spine at the little mewling noises she’s making. I pinch her nipple hard between my thumb and forefinger, and her body tenses, and a hoarse moan sounds in the air, reminding me that the other two are watching me touch our girl . From the corner of my eye, I can see Abraham move behind Ezekiel, and wrap his large tattooed arm around his waist, pulling him into his chest and beginning to stroke Ezekiel’s hard cock. Ezekiel’s head tips back onto Abraham’s shoulder, and their mouths meet in a soft, languid kiss. Fuck, that’s so hot. I pry my eyes away from them, meeting Dinah’s smirking face. “You enjoy watching them, don’t you, Sammy?” She whispers, and leans her head closer to me, “I do, too.”

My other hand slides up her back, stroking up and down, feeling her flesh ripple at my touch as shivers accost her. I allow my fingers to slide over one thick asscheek, squeezing and forcing her onto the tips of her toes. I grip her and force her body impossibly closer to me, my hand trapped between us, as I mimic the same action with her breast. She moves slowly like a cat, rubbing her stomach against my hard, confined cock, and I know I need to release him, or he’ll combust. Little grunts are coming from behind Dinah’s shoulder, forcing my eyes to return to Abraham’s hand, as he works Ezekiel’s cock with heavy strokes. “Do you want to watch Zeke on his knees for Abe, Sammy?” Dinah moans as I slip two of my fingers between her asscheeks, and stroke her puckered hole. “Yes,” I growl, as the tip of one of my fingers probes the tight ring of muscle, and slips inside of her. Fuck, so warm.

“You heard the man, Abe. It’s time for Zeke to get on his knees for you, and don’t bother being gentle with my husband’s throat. He likes it rough, don’t you, baby?” Dinah giggles, and it sounds like music to my ears, before she begins to moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her ass with my digit, and add a second one. “With fucking pleasure,” Abraham groans and forces Ezekiel to turn around and drop to his knees for him. Ezekiel looks over his shoulder at Dinah and me. “If I have to get on my knees for Abe, it’s only fair that my wife gets on her knees for you, don’t you think, Sammy?“ Jesus fuck, I am going to end up cumming in my pants like a bloody teenager, and not a grown man over thirty. Dinah looks up at me shyly, as if she doesn’t want to push me and ask for what she wants. It breaks my heart a little more, that she feels she can’t be herself, for fear of setting me off.

“Is that what you want, Nightstar? Do you want to taste my cock in your mouth? Have you missed me that much?” There’s no hesitation on her part, when she nods her head and licks her lips temptingly. I remove my fingers from inside of her ass and bring them to her lips, and she immediately opens them and sucks them clean. “What a dirty girl you are, Nightstar. Do you enjoy tasting your ass, baby?” Her reply is to slip her tongue out of her mouth, and moisten her lips, with a twinkle of naughtiness in her eyes. “Get down on your knees for me, but... don’t... touch me.” She drops sensually down to her knees before me, her hands grasping her breasts, squeezing them, and twisting on her nipples, before she looks up at me and opens her mouth wide. Gagging and choking sounds meet my ears, and I stare back in Abraham and Ezekiel’s direction. Abraham has a fistful of Ezekiel’s hair, and is using it to guide him along his cock at a punishing speed. Ezekiel’s cheeks are hollowed, as he takes Abraham to the back of his throat again and again, until the other man’s pelvis is firmly pressed against his nose.

All of this is ratcheting up the heat inside of me to fevered levels. I quickly unbutton my pants and yank down my zipper, forcing my pants and underwear off my hips and allowing them to fall to my ankles, before removing them completely. I hesitate with my shirt. I can’t bear to witness the pity on all their faces, so I leave it on and allow it to hide away my molten flesh. My engorged, throbbing cock bobs against my stomach, the head covered in beads of precum. I wrap my hand around my length and turn away, staring back at Dinah, who has her mouth wide open and her tongue out, patiently and obediently waiting to receive my cock. My fingers slide over her bound hair, wishing it was loose, so I could run my fingers through the strands and yank on them, the way I know she enjoys. Dinah is a little pain slut, and needs both pleasure and pain to get her off. “Unbind your hair for me, Dinah. I want to run my fingers through it.” She immediately reaches up and complies, but never closes her mouth. I can see the saliva pooling on her tongue, and inside of her mouth. I lean forward and spit inside of her mouth, and her eyes widen and crinkle at the sides. Her thighs squeeze together tightly, as she tries to stave off some of the arousal that’s running through her. “Is your wetness dripping down your thighs for me, Nightstar?”

She nods her head and winks at me, the naughty minx. “I want you to slowly slip two fingers inside your pussy, but don’t touch your clit, or start thrusting. Just feel them stretching, and filling you up, as I take your throat. If you disobey me, I’ll stop, and I won’t fuck you, or allow them to either, Nightstar.” Her hand slides down her pelvis, over the slickness of her soaked pussy lips as she widens her stance, and I can indeed see that her arousal is coating the sides of her thighs. She slips her forefinger and middle finger inside herself and, with a moan, stills them. I fist her hair, forcing her face closer to my cock. “Lick me like your favorite ice cream cone.” Her tongue immediately meets my feverish flesh, and the first lick has my knees wanting to buckle. The warm, wet heat of her mouth rips a growl from my throat, as she lashes her tongue against my slit over and over, before sliding down the other side of my length, and grazing it with her teeth.

Abraham’s grunts are getting deeper and louder, signaling that he’s close. He’s holding Ezekiel so tightly against him that there is no way he can breathe. A devious need rises within me, to fuck with Ezekiel Rothesay some more. “Abraham, don’t cum,” I order, and the big man forces his amber eyes from Ezekiel’s mouth to meet mine. I can see his need to argue with me on his face, but instead, he rips Ezekiel off of his cock by his fisted hair, and Ezekiel takes deep shuddering breaths, attempting to catch his breath. I have no idea why I want to deny him his pleasure, or if it’s just I want to be right there with him, when he cums down Ezekiel’s throat at the same time I do Dinah’s. I fist Dinah’s hair mercilessly, until a whimper sounds in the air around us. “Open wide and take me to the back of your throat, Nightstar, like a good girl.”

Dinah swallows my length, my tip hitting the back of her throat as she chokes, and gasps for air around my length. The vibrations of her throat spasming around me almost have me cumming right away. “Fuck,” I growl as I force myself to take in deep, cleansing breaths, as some of the darkness starts to creep back in. Whatever Abraham sees on my face has him leaving Ezekiel on the floor, and moving closer to me. “Reach out and touch me, Sammy. This is real. She’s real, I’m real. You are here with us.”

My trembling hand reaches forward and touches his thick, muscled chest, my thumb rubbing against the silver bar pierced into his nipple, and his gasping moan rewards me. “That’s it, Sammy. Do you feel how warm my skin is? How turned on my body is right now, watching Atasi choke on your hard cock. Can you feel how much I want to feel your cock in the back of my throat, or watch Zeke gag on you?” Fuck, fuck, fuck. My rough thrusts pick up speed inside of Dinah’s mouth, until the sound of her gagging is so loud, that it finally drowns out the clamor of my racing heart in my ears. My hand trails down his hard-defined abdomen, until I reach that sharp ‘V’ at his pelvis, and I caress it with my fingertips, marveling at how hard and soft he is. The sight never used to turn me on before I met Ezekiel and Abraham, but now it seems to do things to me, dark and depraved things. I wrap my fingers around his thick cock, still coated in Ezekiel’s saliva, and squeeze. Ezekiel watches from his knees, his pierced cock leaking precum, and coating his long length and testicles. “It looks like I have both your wife and your lover now, cunt,” I grin maliciously at him, and watch with amusement as a scowl crosses his rugged face.

“You’re a cunt, Sammy, and I’m going to remember your words when I’m fucking your tight ass, and I will fuck it,“ Ezekiel replies with confidence as he strokes himself. A huge part of me wants to make that a reality, and that surprises the shit out of me, as I twist my wrist and jerk Abraham off. “Fuck, so good,” Abraham moans, and I feel the first stirrings of my orgasm barreling down on me. Tingles race up and down my body, and I have to widen my stance to keep standing. Dinah takes over my thrusting, and bobs her head back and forth on my cock, and I stroke Abraham to the same rhythm. “Come. Fucking. Here. Ezekiel.” I grit my teeth to get my words out. I’m so fucking close now that I need Dinah to slow down, or I’m going to explode down her tight throat, and right now, I have other plans.

Ezekiel crawls towards me like a damn panther, elegant and smooth, his hard cock bouncing with every movement. His eyes shine with an emerald fire, as his tattooed artwork ripples with every shift of his thick muscles. When he stops before me, and stares at me with undisguised hunger, I’m a goner. I pull out of Dinah’s mouth, reach forward quickly and fist his dark locks, and take him by surprise as I cum all over his face. “FUCK!” I shout so loudly that it rings around the room.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Abe groans as I pull back, and my cum coats Ezekiel’s shocked face. I’ve made a bit of a mess of him; strings of my semen coat his eyebrows, lashes, and down his nose, and drip from the side of his cheek. “Holy shit,” Dinah mumbles, but the words are filled with arousal. Ezekiel’s eyes never waver from my face, and he doesn’t attempt to clean my cum off his face. I’m amused, my panic having receded, and now I just want to enjoy this moment with all of them. The control the three of them have given over to me is a blessing, and makes me feel wanted and cherished. Abraham’s breathing gets raggeder as he approaches his own release, his cock still fisted in my hand. I can feel his body straining with the attempt to not cum. “Cum all over his face, Abraham. Coat him, so he remembers he’s as much a slut as his wife.” I don’t have to tell Abraham twice, I release my hold on his cock, and he takes over, turning his body and placing his cock right over Ezekiel’s face, and erupting all over his forehead, cheeks, and mouth. “There you go, Ezekiel, now you look like our dirty whore.”

“Ohmygod!” Dinah shrieks, as she disobeys me and thrusts inside of her needy cunt rapidly with her fingers, making herself cum with a gush. I want to punish her, but watching her come undone is such a treat, and it’s making me feel more like my old self. I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze, until she gasps for air, and her face goes bright red. “You disobeyed me, Nightstar. That was fucking naughty. I think you need another punishment.” I release my hold, allowing her to breathe, as her eyes start to flutter. She inhales a deep, wheezing breath, and stares up at me with defiance from her knees. “Crawl to Ezekiel, and lick off mine and Abraham’s cum from his face. Swallow every drop, and don’t touch him or yourself.”

She crawls over to him, and Ezekiel leans his head forward, still on his hands and knees, with a raised eyebrow, and a smirk lifting the corner of his lips. “Something about that cunty look on your face makes me want to continuously punish you, Ezekiel,” I growl, knowing the bastard is attempting to get me worked up again.