Page 10 of Borrowed

T he water beat down on me like tiny fists, too hot, too sharp, but I didn’t move.

My forehead was pressed to the pale green tile, slick with moisture.

My paper clothes lay forgotten in a heap outside the stall, and I was naked beneath the fluorescent flicker.

They took me here. Told me to ‘cleanse myself.’

It reminded me of Mother’s words after she came back from the building with a big steeple. The big book she used to knock me to the ground when she was angry.

“Cleanse yourself! You vile abomination.”

Steam curled around my knees. This wasn’t like Mother’s cleansing.

This felt good.

Clean.

Like the taste of bleach was leaving my tongue.

I could barely hear the other girls giggling two stalls down. But I wasn’t thinking about them.

Or Mila.

I was thinking about him.

Not Toby.

The man. The one they called Leo. The guy who helped me get my food in the cafeteria before leading me here. He didn’t talk about Mila. He told me I had pretty eyes and that I’d be okay.

I didn’t know what ‘okay’ meant. I didn’t feel different.

Mila liked cats.

Leo was new to me.

Clean jaw, short beard, and dark skin that looked like velvet soaked in oil.

He was the kind of man who spoke with few words, but the ones he did speak were stuck. They bounced around my head like a ping pong ball. When he handed me my meds, he made me open my mouth and told me to swallow like a good girl.

He reminded me of Toby.

Or maybe that was just my mind.

Either way, I felt it.

Everywhere.

On my skin.

In between my thighs.

In the heat of the water.

“You want him, don’t you?” Toby’s voice slithered into my skull like it belonged there, but his body was hazy, like a view underwater.

The pills made Toby mad. He didn’t like the pills, but I wanted to be a good girl for Leo, too. I wanted to listen.

I bit my lip. “No.”

“Liar,” he purred, his voice close to mine, his hands raking over my fevered skin.

I felt his presence behind me. Not his body—his weight. It filled the space around me like a thick fog, curling around my throat, my waist, and my thighs.

“Do you think he’d touch you, Sister?” Toby’s breath brushed my ear. “Do you think he’d bend you over right here, under all this water, with everyone so close they could hear you beg?”

My knees buckled.

He laughed.

Quiet.

Sinister.

Beautiful.

And then, I saw him…Leo.

Through the blur of foggy heat and wet lashes, I saw him step into the doorway of the showers. His clothes were on, but his eyes weren’t safe. They raked over me like he was starving.

I froze.

But I didn’t cover myself.

His gaze was hunger, and I was fire.

“Toby,” I whispered, voice trembling. “Is he real?”

“Do you want him to be, Zusje?”

My fingers dug into the tile. My thighs clenched. Heat pooled where my shame should’ve lived, but shame was a foreign thing to me now. Toby had burned that out of me long ago.

Leo stepped closer.

I swore the steam moved around him.

Parted for him.

Welcomed him.

He didn’t touch me.

Not yet.

But he looked.

He saw me.

And I wanted to scream.

Toby moaned behind me, low and deep. “That’s it, Zusje. Let him see what’s mine.”

The water still ran, scalding down my spine, but I didn’t feel it anymore.

I felt him.

Toby.

His hand slid around my throat—not squeezing, just reminding me that I was his. That everything I saw belonged to him first.

And in front of me, under the dim light and drifting steam, Leo stood with his lips parted, shirt wet from his sweat. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to see me like this. And yet…

He was watching Toby.

And Toby was on his knees.

“Don’t look away,” Toby said, voice like velvet and venom. “You want this. You need to see what it feels like when someone surrenders for you.”

Leo’s breath hitched as Toby’s hands gripped his hips, slow and steady. Confident.

“Say it,” Toby purred up at him. “Say you want me.”

Leo didn’t speak, not at first. Just looked at me, only at me. His eyes locked with mine like I was the one undressing him, like I was the one on my knees.

“I want you,” he breathed, but he wasn’t talking to Toby. He was talking to me.

Toby chuckled, dark and pleased. “Good. Then let her watch.”

And I did.

He took him in his mouth—slow, wicked, with the kind of focus that made my legs tremble.

Toby’s hands slid around Leo’s thighs.

Steadying him.

Owning him.

Every movement was precise, perfect, obscene.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move.

My hand drifted down my belly before Toby growled.

“Don’t. Touch. Yourself.”He commanded without even looking.

My body locked. I whimpered.

Toby’s eyes flicked up to mine, dark with amusement. “You only get to dip your fingers into that soaking aching cunt when I say. But you can watch. You can watch me make him fall apart while you burn for us.”

Leo’s head tipped back, one hand buried in Toby’s hair, tangled with those bandages, the other clenched at his side.

He was shaking.

Falling.

Melting.

I watched him fall apart for Toby.

For me.

And I couldn’t decide if the tears sliding down my cheeks were from lust or longing.

Maybe both.

Leo was whispering something now—soft, breathless, like he couldn’t believe any of this was real. Like he didn’t know whether he wanted to run or stay forever.

Toby didn’t stop.

His mouth worked over him like sin wrapped in silk, hands guiding Leo to the edge, sucking his dick, teasing his testicles. Every time Leo moaned, Toby hummed around him, like he fed off the sound.

Like he was devouring him.

I was shaking, so hot I couldn’t breathe.

Dripping wet.

Cold despite the hot water.

My thighs clenched.

Nails biting into the tiled wall.

I didn’t know whether I wanted to scream or sob.

“P-please let me,” I panted.

Toby looked up at me again. He knew. He loved that I was breaking for him.

“Uh-uh, Sister. Watch. Want. But don’t you fucking dare touch yourself.”

When Leo came undone, stuttering with breath and stifled curses, Toby swallowed him down without hesitation. Without mercy, his mouth didn’t raise when Leo came. He pushed down further, forcing him to break before me. Leo slumped, eyes dazed, and I thought maybe it was over.

It wasn’t.

Toby stood and turned Leo around like he owned him, shoved him against the wet wall with a hand curled in his hair. Leo didn’t resist. He gasped, shaky, but didn’t pull away. The sounds of moans filled the shower.

Masculine and heated.

Their voices wrapped around me like angels.

“You want to ruin her?” Toby murmured against Leo’s neck. “Show her what I let you have. What she can’t have.”

Leo nodded, looking right at me. His dick was spent but bouncing with anticipation. He was watching me.

Only me.

Toby spit into his palm and stroked himself, slow, cruel, while Leo watched in the foggy reflection of the tile.

While I wanted to scream.

His cock was so big that veins bulged like blood pulsing. The tanned tip was pressed against Leo’s ass, and Toby stared into my soul.

I was a whimpering mess.

Worse than my rabbits when they wanted to be free.

Worse than Father’s mean cat when Toby played.

His smile was mean.

He loved to make me beg, and I would.

Without any warning, Toby thrusted forward, and the air grew tense and charged.

I was leaking down my thighs, my wetness blending with the heat of the water.

Leo arched, mouth open in a silent cry, and Toby grunted low behind him, a sound of possession and raw hunger. He drove into him hard, slow, deep…like he wanted to brand him from the inside out.

My knees buckled.

I tried to drop to the floor, but Toby snapped his fingers without looking.

“No. Stand. Watch.”

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood.

Toby fucked Leo like I’d never be touched again. And Leo took it, moaning, trembling, loving it because I was watching, because Toby made me pant, to be the audience.

Then Toby reached around Leo’s body and stroked him again. He was already hard, already trembling. They were a mess of skin and breath and heat while I stood useless, empty, untouched.

“You look like you want to cry,” Toby said over Leo’s shoulder, panting. “Go ahead. Let it out, Sister. That ache between your legs? That’s mine. That’s mine to punish and reward.”

Leo came again, shouting Toby’s name, body twitching under him.

And I sobbed.

Not from sadness.

From need.

From the way, I would’ve given anything to be in either of their places.

Toby smiled at me before he came, too.

Head tipping back, jaw tight.

Moans so deep it vibrated the shower.

His release painted Leo’s back in thick warmth, running down his flesh like gluey drool.

And all I could do was watch as he licked it up into his mouth and spit it into Leo’s, forcing him to swallow every drop.

“Let me hear you whimper, Sister,” he said, his tongue still sticky. “Let me hear you beg to lick us clean.”

I couldn’t form words. I was broken. So wound tight I was going to explode.

“P-please. Toby. Please. I need. I need it.”

“Good girl,” Toby murmured afterward, like a knife dragging down my spine. “I’m proud of you.”

I almost came just from that.

“Yes!” I all but screamed.

And Toby smiled.

His voice curled around my spine, thick and sweet as poison.

“You did so good, keeping your hands off your dripping pussy,” he cooed, running his fingers through Leo’s damp hair. “Are you ready for your reward, Sister?”

I nodded before I could think, my eyes wide, mouth parted, heartbeat thudding so loud I swore Leo could hear it.

But Leo just smiled at me.

Soft.

Trusting.

He didn’t see it.

He didn’t feel the change in the air—the way Toby’s grin sharpened like a knife.

Toby pressed a kiss to the back of Leo’s neck.

Then, in one smooth, effortless movement, he wrapped his arm around Leo’s throat…

Crack.

The sound was wet and final.

Leo’s body slumped forward like a puppet with strings cut. His eyes were still open, lips parted like he was about to say something.

But there was nothing left.

Only silence.

Only me—trembling, frozen, my scream caught somewhere between horror and arousal.

Toby caught Leo before he hit the floor and cradled him like a lover for just a second longer before he let him fall.

Limbs tangled.

Skin cooling.

Head tilted wrong.

I couldn’t move.

Toby turned to me, cock still half-hard, blood on his neck from where Leo scratched him in the end.

“Here you go, Tabby,” he said, stepping closer, voice dark with pride. “Now he’s yours forever.”

My breath hitched.

My thighs clenched.

My heart squeezed.

He cupped my face, smeared with Leo’s sweat and steam, and kissed me so gently I broke.

“This,” he whispered into my mouth. “Is what love looks like.”