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Ian shifts on the bed, pressing my thighs open wide, and sinks two fingers inside me. My body reacts immediately and uncontrollably. I push back against Mitch’s hips, and he understands the intent immediately and pulls his cock out of my throat, allowing me to suck in garbled breaths around cries that escape my throat as Ian pumps his fingers so painfully slow inside me.

“Oh God!” I moan, bucking my hips against his hand as his fingers stretch and fill me.

Mitch props me up by my shoulders again and settles behind me. He grips my hair in a tight fist and forces my head down to watch Ian stretch my pussy to fit three of his thick fingers.

“Oh fuck,” I groan as my pussy clenches around his fingers, utterly powerless and totally overwhelmed. “Oh my God!”

“Fuuuck!” Ian breathes, his fingers pushing deeper into me. “Mitch, I’m going to tear her apart,” Ian murmurs with a hint of concern as he squeezes his fingers inside me.

I dig my nails into Mitch’s arms as Ian curls his fingers, hitting a spot that makes my vision blur.

“Let him in, Roxy,” Mitch commands in my ear while rubbing soothing circles across my chest. “Take it like you love it. Like you want it more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your entire life.”

I clench my jaw and let out a guttural moan as Ian’s fingers sink deeper with each thrust, and my pussy aches for the pain of the real thing.

Having a penchant for being controlled and falling under the hands of weak men, pain has always been a price I had to pay for pleasure, so it became a necessity for pleasure. As rough as he is, Mitch reads my body like a book and can tell when I’ve reached my limit.

Mitch lets out a sadistic chuckle in my ear, his hot breath skating down my neck. “This is nothing compared to how his cock is going to stretch and fill that perfect cunt of yours. We’re going to fucking ruin you,” he says as if I’m not already ruined.

Mitch yanks my head to the side and crushes his lips against mine in a punishing kiss, his words igniting a fire that Ian is stoking with his fingers. My body doesn’t know how to handle this level of brutality and care wrapped in a perfect package of painful pleasure, but I’m going to welcome it with open thighs and swollen lips.

A smile erupts on my face as I relax into my trust in their control.

"Damn, this is all I had to do to get you to smile?" Ian says, his own smile plastered onto his face as usual, my arousal smeared across his lips.

My smile grows wider, "Shut up and fuck me, Sunshine."

Anticipation overwhelms my senses as Ian crawls up my body, his fingers still pumping into me slowly.

“Not yet,” he breathes against my mouth. “You’re not ready for me.” His tongue traces my lips, making me gasp as he coaxes my mouth open to claim it once more. I can taste my salty sweetness, that flavor Mitch loves so much, on his tongue, sending a jolt of desire surging through me.

My favorite flavor.

My core clenches down as Mitch’s words echo in my mind. Ian groans from the pressure on his fingers as the thrusts turn harder, but with his mouth on mine, it feels like a cheap trick. I want more. I need more. I want the real him, not just his fingers, as lovely as they are.

“Fuck me, Ian! I’m ready!” I beg desperately into his mouth. “I’m so fucking ready to feel you.”

Ian pulls back, grinning mischievously, before sinking his teeth into my bottom lip as he pushes a fourth finger into my crowded pussy, filling me to near capacity. I cry out and arch my back against Mitch’s grip that’s holding me in place. My legs close around Ian’s hand, but he doesn’t retreat. Instead, he curls his fingers towards my sweet spot, making me gasp loudly against his lips.

“What’s wrong? I thought you could handle me,” he teases with a mischievous glint in his eye, his tone dripping with sultry amusement.

“Imagine how good it will feel when he finally breaks you,” Mitch growls, releasing his grip on my hair to run his fingers along the seam of my tightly closed thighs, currently crushing Ian’s hand. “Spread your legs for him, Roxy,” Mitch commands. “Give him access to you. Let him do what he needs to do.”

I inch my thighs open, giving Ian enough space to push his fingers further into me, all the way down to the last knuckle. My body instinctively bares down on the intrusion with a grunt escaping my throat.

“Fuck,” Ian groans.

Mitch reaches down my body with both hands, unpins my thighs from Ian’s arm, and spreads me open wide. He clutches my thighs and keeps me spread bare. I feel so impossibly full of Ian, yet I can hardly believe how much more I want to take in. Just knowing there is even more of him left to experience makes me squirm harder, grinding my pussy shamelessly on his hand, trying to force his fingers deeper.

“Ian, please,” I beg, my voice shaking with desperation. “I’m ready,” I moan, straining against Mitch’s grip, desperate for Ian to give in. “I can take it, I promise.”

“Ian! Fuck her before I do,” Mitch demands with finality, but still, Ian hesitates.

“She’s too tight, Mitch.” Ian’s concern grows as he tries to carefully maneuver his fingers inside me. “Roxie, I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you,” Ian whispers with a strained expression.

His eyes search mine with genuine worry, and a blinding panic surges through my body, not because I’m afraid of the pain but because I’m afraid he’s going to bail.

I grip a hand into Ian’s hair and desperately crash my lips to his. I know he’s worried about hurting me, but I am so beyond caring at this point. I need him now. I need him to know how badly I want to feel all of him, even if he tears me apart.

Especially if he tears me apart.

“Please,” I plead, pulling on his hair and holding him in place. “Don’t think. Just fuck me. Don’t worry about me. I can take it.”

“Don’t,” Ian spits, and my stomach flips with the sudden shift in his tone as his free hand grabs onto my jaw, shocking me into silence. A darkness erupts in his eyes as they bore into mine with an intensity that steals my breath away. “I have thought of you every goddam second since I met you. Worrying about you is not something I can, or will, shut off. Get fucking used to it. Things will go much easier for all of us the sooner you accept it.”

As if I could be any more turned on, Ian manages to tip the scale into uncharted territories of complete and utter desperation. My need for him to be inside me overwhelms all rationality.

“Ian, you don’t have to…” His grip on my jaw shifts to cover my mouth, and my pussy responds around his fingers, warming inside me.

“Need to and want to,” He growls and pushes into me further. I moan against his hand over my mouth and rock my hips against his fingers, desperate for friction. He hums in appreciation and rests his forehead on mine as a moment of weakness washes over him. “I’ve had dreams of how slutty you are for me right now, but none of them compare to having you in my arms, desperate and begging for my cock.”

I groan against his hand as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of me so maddeningly slow. Mitch holds firm on my thighs, keeping still and silent behind me. Allowing his best friend to have this moment with me.

“You have no fucking idea how sorry I am that you thought I hated you.” The vulnerability in Ian’s voice rips through me, shattering me into a million pieces as my walls crumble around the three of us. “I’ve been inside of you so many times in my head that I didn’t trust myself around you. I still don’t.”

Ian’s voice is barely above a whisper, but the raw emotion behind his words trembles through every inch of my body, and I can feel the weight of them settling into my very soul.

“Every time Mitch locked us in the storage room, it took every ounce of willpower I had not to bend you over and fuck you up against the stacks,” Ian confesses, his fingers thrusting deeper into me as if to trade his pain for mine. Thrusting his hand harder to emphasize certain words as he serenades me with such raw emotion. “I’ve wanted you so fucking bad, Roxy. You became this obsession, burning me alive every day I didn’t get to have you.”

His fingers pump into me quicker now, with punishing purpose.

“So many times, I talked myself into the delusion that you would be into it. That you wouldn’t be like the others, and you would welcome the pain, but then I would see you, and the thought of hurting you was too much.” He pauses his thrusts to circle his thumb teasingly over my clit. “It’s important for you to understand there’s no going back from this. You can fight me all you want. You can throw your tantrums and be a fucking bitch, but I will never stop caring for you. You belong to us now, and we will take care of you whether you like it or not.”

“Why?” I whimper, my voice cracking as Ian’s words and actions force me into uncharted emotional territory. “How can you care about me? I’ve done nothing to deserve it. I’ve been such a bitch,” I admit, shame coating my tongue.

“I wish I could tell you why. It turns out I get just as hard when you’re mean to me as I do when I fantasize about punishing you for being so mean.”

I could say I’m in shock, but that would be an understatement. Heat pools so needy between my thighs I could cry. The words pouring out of him are intoxicating, filling me with a desire so desperate it’s all-consuming.

A fierce sense of loyalty swells inside me, igniting a dark need to prove myself worthy of their affection. It’s exhilarating to belong to these men who see past my defenses and accept me for who I am. These men understand and embrace my darkness, who look at my broken parts and still want to piece me back together.

If only there were a way I could convince Ian to let go of his past the way he’s convinced me to let go of mine. The fear of causing pain is so ingrained in him, and I want to be the one to help take that fear and turn it into pleasure.

I can see the desire burning in Ian’s eyes as he closes the distance to my mouth again. His lips are soft against mine, a stark contrast to the hardness of his dick digging into my abdomen.

“I tried so hard not to want you,” he whispers, still nipping at my lips as if he can’t help himself. His fingers twisting and curling inside me. “Even if I never get to fuck you the way I’ve dreamed about, I’m not letting you go. I will never be satisfied with just the memory of you in the back of my throat.”

“Please, don’t let me go,” I whisper, completely entranced by him. His words and the heat emanating from their bodies ground me in ways I’ve never felt before. “I’m yours,” I vow, a promise to them and myself.

“Tell me what you want, Roxy,” Ian commands, his eyes searching mine for assurance. “I need to know you want this. I need to hear it.”

“Fuck me, Ian,” I beg immediately, my voice and pussy, both dripping with desire.

Ian pulls his fingers out of my pussy, leaving me achingly empty. He runs his slick fingers up and down his cock, coating it with my arousal. He runs the head of his cock over my clit, and I shudder with excitement when he stops at my entrance, applying the slightest bit of pressure.

“Yes,” I moan with a buzz of anticipation burning through me like an out-of-control wildfire, consuming everything it touches.

Every imaginable emotion flickers across his eyes until he balances between apprehension and concern.

“You’ll tell me if it hurts?” he asks, still overly concerned.

I reach down between us and grip the base of his dick with both hands, stroking as much of him as I can reach. If begging isn’t going to get him to fuck me with impunity, then maybe being a bitch will get me the hate fuck I’m searching for.

“You know you talk a big game with your big dick. Do you even know how to use that thing?”

His jaw clenches, popping at the corners, and it’s all the sign I need to know that I’m poking at all the right buttons.

“I see what you're doing,” Ian says, shaking his head.

“Please tell me it's working?” Mitch laughs, hopefully.

“Oh, it’s working alright,” I smirk, his cock throbs in my hands.

His body shudders under my touch. His eyes, once boarded up and blank, are now windows to his soul. I can see his resolve crumbling with every stroke of my hand.

“For fuck's sake!” Mitch chuckles under his breath at my cheek. “I swear you’re the same fucking person in different fonts.” Mitch’s playful irritation resonates in my chest, and I can’t help but laugh. “Get out of your fucking head, man. She’s telling you she wants it. Give her what she fucking wants,” Mitch commands.

Ian’s eyes are pleading, caught between listening to Mitch and listening to his heart. I can see the switch on his face, the war between obeying his dom like a good boy and commanding control as a dom himself.

The struggle in his eyes as he tries to overcome his own emotional barrier is like a sobering slap in the face. At this moment, as much as I want to be fucked, I just want to fucking hug him.

I pull my hand from its grip around his cock and wrap my arms around his neck instead, pulling him close. My tits pressed against his warm chest.

“It’s okay,” I say softly next to his ear, “I promise.”

Mitch palms my throat and squeezes just enough to send a shockwave through my body. “Help him. Tell him how you like to be fucked.”

Mitch’s grip tightens, sending all the right signals to my pussy, before loosening enough for me to speak.

“I want to feel you inside me,” I beg, and Mitch tightens his grip on my throat, and I take it as a sign that Ian will need more convincing than that. “I want to feel the burn of every inch of you inside of me. I want to wake up tomorrow and still feel the damage you’ve done. I want you to let go and fuck me with no worries. No restraint. Punish me like the bitch I’ve been to you. Like you’ve dreamed. Show me what I’ve been missing out on.”

Ian trembles against me, burying his face in my tits and inhales deeply.

“Do you hear her?” Mitch asks hoarsely, loosening his grip on my throat, satisfied with my attempt. He grabs Ian’s hand and swipes it up my soaked clit. “Do you feel what you do to her? That the mere thought of you stretching her makes her fucking soaked.”

Ian looks up from my chest, his face puzzled like the pieces are starting to click into place, “You want it to hurt?”

I roll my lips between my teeth and nod slowly.

“Why the fuck do you think I’ve been trying so hard to get you two together,” Mitch laughs over my shoulder, then plants a kiss on my neck. “I may be a stupid fuck boy, but I’m not dumb. I saw the possibility of my two favorite people getting what they desperately want, and I wanted you to have it.”

I suck in a gasp as my own puzzle is clicking into place. This whole time, I thought all the meddling was just Mitch wanting to help get his best friend laid, but it was so much more than that. It was Mitch, pairing his best friend with someone who could handle his insecurities. A girl who could handle all of what he has to offer and will thank him for any pain caused in the process.

Fucking genius, this man.

I shake my head and reach back for a grip in Mitch’s hair, “You’re a fucking mastermind, you know that…but a little elaboration months ago would have saved us a lot of trouble, dumbass.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Mitch’s kisses turn into retaliatory nibbles, nipping his teeth at my sensitive skin, causing my body to jolt and shiver. I take a deep breath before finding Ian’s eyes again.

“Pain is part of the pleasure for me, but I can understand if you’re apprehensive,” I say, trying to soothe the worry carved into Ian’s features. “Ian, I only want what you’re willing to give. I’m not asking for more than what you’re comfortable with. I just want you, and if you’re really that worried about hurting me, that’s okay. We can go as slow as you need.”

Ian’s voice is soft, his gaze full of wonder and cautious excitement. “I’ve just never been with anyone who…enjoys the pain,” Ian says, unsure of himself.

“Look at me,” I say, grabbing his face in my hands. “You have no idea how much I want you to ruin me…ruin everyone else for me while you're at it. I want to feel the deepest need for the two of you whenever anyone else touches me.”

As expected, in a sudden surge of primal desire, both men come for my throat. Ian’s hand layers over Mitch’s already present grip around my neck, the pressure intensifying, forcing my head back onto Mitch’s shoulder. I can feel every breath struggling its way in and out of me, my body relying on them for support.

“No one else touches you,” Ian growls, inches from my face.The intensity in his eyes is a stark contrast to his earlier apprehension, which is no longer present in his stare. “Do you understand? Nobody but us.”

Mitch squeezes my throat in agreement as I nod in an all-out surrender.

“I’m so fucking done worrying about who’s fucking you when you’re not riding my cock,” Mitch growls. “I’m not sharing you with anyone else anymore. You’re mine. You’re ours.”

Mitch’s voice vibrates through my back and into my heart, where his words mend a part of me that has been broken for as long as I can remember. My heart swells in my chest as their combined grip tightens, both physically on my body and figuratively on my soul, as they sink their claws deeper and deeper into my willing flesh.

I’ve never belonged to anyone before, not truly. A sense of completeness washes over me, spreading to every nerve ending across my body, like I’ve been stumbling aimlessly through life, and I’m finally finding my way home. A home that I never knew existed, but now that it’s in my grasp, I want to claim it as mine and never let them go. I want to sink my claws into them and hold on for dear life as if some fundamental part of meis meant to exist for them.

“Yours,” I choke out, tears building at the corners of my eyes. “I’m yours. I’m yours.” I chant.

Ian releases his grip on my throat and slides his hand to the back of my head. “Just remember,” he says, pressing the tip of his cock back at my entrance, “you asked for this.”