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Julian

It still has a ring to it. Our girl.

Our girl, who stood her ground for months while we coaxed her into this lifestyle, never wanting to fully submit to us. When she finally gave in to her darkest desires and put on the mask, she used the first opportunity she had to corner me and show off this new side of herself—the one we shaped her into. Our girl, who carved her color into my chest with such finesse and mastery, I think I fell in love with her dark heart in that moment.

Scarlett is just as much mine as she is Skylar’s, whether that means she’s completely ours…or not at all. I’m not sure yet.

I noticed his hesitation in her room, but he wasn’t there in the Red Room. He hasn’t been there for a lot of my time with her, so I don’t expect him to understand any more about her than what she blatantly tells him.

But me? I know how to read her, and I’ve been training for months to do so. I’ve read every page of her diary, so I know her truths on paper and have compared them to my memories of our nights together. I know which words were genuine and which were only being said to egg me on. I know what makes her tick, I know which fights were real, and I know my rage excites her.

So yes, I did know she expected us to visit tonight .

She knew we would come after her, but not only did she know…she wanted us to. Sure, tonight was absolutely a revenge ploy to get back at us for Penelope. I’m also positive there will be more acts of retribution to follow, but I’ll lie down and let her.

We hurt her. I’m not a pussy; I can handle taking accountability for my actions and the consequences that come with them.

The only thing that matters to me is that she belongs to us.

Unfinished basements really give me the fucking creeps.

Dark splotches of discoloration cover the low-hanging wood beams, splintered and nearly rotted from age alone. Spiderwebs spread across each corner where one of the beams meets a wall or column, giving off the eerie image of a killer’s lair. It doesn’t really have the appeal of a makeshift sex dungeon, but it’s what I have to work with.

Attached to the healthiest beam I could find, a triangle spreader bar hangs from a rope I tied to the column, allowing me to raise and lower her as needed. My darling Scarlett sits on her knees, arms raised and bound by the spreader with tape still covering her mouth.

She’s a true vision; her naked form displayed vulnerably in front of me, hair knotted from her interrupted slumber, her eyes covered with the same tie she used to blind me, and her poor knees cut to hell from the rough concrete flooring.

Her chest heaves in frustration as we sit and watch her, saying absolutely nothing to break the silence. Skylar sits in a chair behind her, legs spread wide while he leans back and soaks in this image of her. His fist is pressed to his mouth like he’s fighting the urge to speak or moan, but his eyes are devouring every inch of her gorgeous body .

The good thing about blindfolding her is that we don’t have to hide. We can take off our masks, get undressed, and fully indulge in the greatest pleasures of her without our identities being compromised.

Really, that’s the only thing that had me worried at Eden. She insisted I undress, and my life flashed before my eyes. I’ve been having my backpiece worked on for months now while Scarlett’s been at the tattoo studio, so she would have recognized it in an instant and blown up our entire charade. Not to mention the flash tattoo on my bicep from Friday the 13 th .

No artist ever forgets a piece they’ve done.

I crouch down to meet her on the floor and remove the tape, ripping my arm back when her teeth chomp out at me. “Vicious little thing, aren’t you?” I tease.

She wets her lips before speaking, her tongue darting out to spread the moisture around. “You weren’t supposed to kidnap me. I have a real life, you fucks. My friend will know I’m missing and they’ll report it.”

“Which friend would that be? We know about the spat with your blonde bestie. She’ll give you the space we need for a few days of fun,” Skylar joins in, standing from his chair to kneel behind her and twirl a lock of her hair around his fingertip.

He’s on board, alright.

She flinches at the sudden touch, but otherwise remains unshaken. “My friend, Julian, and my colleagues. They’re all going to be at my work today and they’ll know if I don’t show up.”

Skylar’s eyes flick to mine. Looks like one of us needs to go back for her phone. “Another boytoy, Ruby?” he whispers in her ear, but she curls away from him—his breath too sensitive on her skin, and his words too threatening. “How many suitors do we have to fight off? That makes three now, huh?”

“I’m not with him, I swear,” she tries to explain, but he grabs her jaw and stretches her head back to rest his chin on her forehead.

“But you like him?” he pries. When she doesn’t respond, his fingers tighten until she whimpers a soft cry. “Answer. Do you like him? ”

A tear tracks down her cheek from beneath the tie, and I can’t help but smile. Especially when she says, “Yes, but it doesn’t matter. I’m not with him.”

Skylar won’t let it go, though. This is how he plays. “Well, it’s still a problem we need to deal with, isn’t it? Our friend here seems to think you’ve given yourself over to us, but that can’t be true if you’re still thinking about someone else.”

“Which is it, Ruby?” I chime in, running my fingers lightly over her chest and down through her cleavage. “Are you ours, or someone else’s?”

She sucks her lips in to stifle a moan when I reach her nipple, pinching it between my fingertips until it’s rock-hard. Skylar lets go of her jaw to grope her other breast, but she uses her freedom to pull one of the oldest tricks in her book.

Rearing back for a second before lunging forward, she sends a glob of spit flying onto my face.

Lucky shot.

“I’m nobody’s,” she hisses. “I’m not his. I’m not yours. I’m mine.”

“Right.” It wouldn’t be Scarlett without the fight. I try to remember that as I wipe the saliva from my cheek and resist the urge to fucking slap her. “We’ll see about that,” I challenge, using my nails to cut into her nipple until she screams.

Skylar and I both stand, and he goes for the rope tied around the column when I signal for him to lift her. I search through my toy box for an especially fun gadget, then stalk back over to where she now hangs, toes barely touching the ground.

He takes his place behind her again, and when he sees what’s in my hand, his arms reach out on either side of her head to grab the straps from me. Lying in wait, he holds each band of the ball gag while I fidget with the clamps chained to it, pinching the clasps open to position them on each of her nipples.

When she empties her lungs with a shrilling wail, Skylar pops the gag into her open mouth and secures the buckle at the back of her head. “That’s the last time you’ll ever spit on him, do you hear me?” he whispers in her ear before shoving her head forward .

She sobs uncontrollably, saliva pooling around the ball and dripping down the corners of her mouth until she’s fucking drenched in it. A drop falls onto her tit, so I lick it up and move to the clamp, swirling and flicking my tongue against the device until she’s so overstimulated she can’t stand.

When her knees buckle, I grab her thighs and hike her calves around my waist, cradling her against me. Like the good girl she is, she locks her ankles behind my back and hangs on for the ride.

“Say you’re ours, Ruby.” I grind into her pussy, and the sweet moan that comes through the rubber ball is immediately squandered when she tries to shake her head. Turns out, she didn’t realize how short the chain is between the gag and the clamps—any movement of her head will pull them taut. “Say you belong to us, and we’ll let you go.”

I’m not looking for a coherent response. Really, any affirming sound will do. However, she either really loves what we’re doing to her right now or is so stuck in her ways that she refuses to tell us what we want to hear. She makes her answer clear—well, as clear as she can through the gag muffling her defiant response.

No.

I really might be falling for this girl.

What I have a hard time understanding is why she never approached me after our kiss on Christmas. If she likes me—the real me—then why haven’t we shared anything more than pointless banter at the studio? Why did she fuck Skylar right after kissing me, and why on earth did she date Dario after he admitted to fucking stalking her?

I motion for Skylar to come over. “Get my pants,” I demand, then turn to her again. “You remember your safe word?” The frantic nodding that follows only assures I was correct about her enjoying this. She wants to be here.

Scarlett assists in shimmying her post higher up my torso, allowing Sky to unbutton and rip down my pants until my cock springs free. Being the helpful guy he is, he even stays to line me up with her pussy before I drop her down, fully impaling her in one hard thrust .

One thing about understanding her is knowing when she’s on the verge of a panic attack. I can feel her shaking, and as much as I’d love to think it’s from my magic dick, I know she’s struggling with the gag.

For a while, I refrain from pounding into her to keep a steady roll of my hips, coaching her through every moan to make sure she uses her nose for steady inhalation.

Skylar takes advantage of our slow grinding to slot up against her back. He wraps his hand around her waist and down her belly, reaching between us to massage her clit. Her hips have a jerk reaction to the invasion as she tightens around me, but her breathing soon regulates enough for me to pick up my pace.

“Do you like that, darling?” I bait, dragging my hips back to ram into her sweet cunt. “You couldn’t stand to be with one man. That’s why you left your little boyfriend, isn’t it? One man couldn’t fuck you, play with your clit, and”—I look to Skylar, flicking my eyes down her body—“fuck your ass. Not at the same time, anyway. But we can.”

His free hand trails down her hip, sliding right through her ass cheeks when I spread them apart. I know the second he starts playing with her hole, because she mewls so beautifully, I want to fucking cry.

She doesn’t say her safe word and she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she rides my cock and his finger like a fucking champ, chasing her orgasm as he teases her swollen clit.

“Say it,” Skylar demands. “Say you’re ours.” His finger moves faster, causing her body to convulse between us.

Her lips tremble around the rubber ball as she attempts to speak, but I’m more interested in hearing her shatter than whatever else she wants to say. If she’s going to reject us, I don’t want to hear it.

“Say it, Ruby.” I bring one hand up to loosen the buckle at the back of her head, waiting until her orgasm peaks before I’m ready to remove it .

It’s a lot to manage between fucking her senselessly and waiting for Skylar to finish her off, but when I feel the walls of her pussy constrict around me, I rip the buckle apart and pull the gag from her mouth.

I’ve never heard a sweeter sound than what comes out.

“Yes-yes-yes, I’m yours-I’m yours!” she cries.

I’m fucking beaming, and even Skylar has a grin on his face.

“That’s our good girl. Now, it’s my turn,” I say before wreaking absolute fucking havoc on her.

I can feel his finger moving in her ass, and the sensation sends me over the edge almost immediately. I’m in a frenzy, thrusting so animalistically that I have no problem biting into her neck to stifle an embarrassingly malodorous groan.

When I’ve emptied myself inside her and pull out, I notice her legs are squeezed together tightly, her thighs rubbing back and forth. I don’t know if it’s because she wants to keep my cum inside or she’s still horny. Either way, I’d be happy with the answer.

Swapping places with Skylar, I’m eager to give our girl whatever it is that she wants. She accepts my replacement blissfully, confirming she’s still horny. We’ll fuck her all night if she wants us to.

As long as she’s ours.