Page 2 of Possess Us

Willow

N ate turns to the control panel on the wall and pushes some buttons before smirking at me. The boiler across the room kicks in. I swallow dryly, knowing what comes next. Heat. Pain.

I know what Nate enjoys.

All three of them stand before me. The boiler is getting hotter. The pipe is warming up.

Tyler tilts his head and winks at me with the most flirtatious little smile.

Shit. Why is it always the psychopaths who are drop-dead gorgeous?

‘Come on, Willow. On your knees.’ Kai steps forward, his hands on his zipper. ‘You know what we want.’

The pipe is getting hotter, heating the handcuffs around my wrist as the heat travels through them. I glance at my hand. The scars left from the three times before start to itch as they heat up.

My eyes flick back to them. The real threat.

The sound of the lowering zipper echoes around the room. Kai’s cock springs free. Long and thick, ready and waiting.

I look from it… to him.

His breathing has quickened, and a lust has filled those soulless eyes.

He takes his length in his hand and slowly strokes himself, watching me intently.

He steps closer. Nate slowly walks around him to my side.

His fingers run softly through my hair, sweeping it behind my ear with a gentleness he rarely offers.

‘She’s looking,’ Kai smiles. ‘She likes what she sees, don’t you?’ He takes another step closer. ‘Give it a kiss, and we’ll turn off the heater.’

I hate that I want to. Hate that they are all so beautiful and dark.

A delicious cruelty encompasses them, and I like it.

I have always enjoyed the darker side of humanity.

The books I used to read were filled with beautiful bastards who took what they wanted without a care for who they hurt.

In the films I once watched, I cheered on the villain.

And the dreams I have involve being chased through the woods and ravaged by masked men who want to make me scream in pain and pleasure.

‘Come on now, Willow.’ He taps the tip of his cock on my cheek. ‘Don’t be shy. Open wide. Be a good girl. Or do you want the heater left on?’

I peer up at him from beneath my lashes. Their scent is intoxicating. Cedar and vanilla.

I scream as Nate’s fingers knot in my hair. He yanks me up and forces me onto my knees.

‘Put his cock in your fucking mouth, Willow.’

My heart is fucking hammering in my chest, and a delicious pressure is building in my core.

Why am I like this? I should be disgusted.

I should be afraid. But I’m not. These men are physically perfect.

So, if they’re willing to play with me, why not?

What else should I do? Sit here in the dark alone, waiting for this imprisonment to end?

Wait to be given to the older members of the Brotherhood who have no idea what to do with me?

And I am very fucking bored.

‘Open your fucking mouth!’ Nate growls. ‘Give us your fucking dignity.’

Kai’s half-grin deepens as I open my mouth. It’s a risk for him. Will he take it?

I may bite, after all.

His hips move forward. The length of his cock slides up my tongue before I seal my lips around him. His skin is soft and warm. His cock is hard and filling.

‘That’s it,’ he moans. ‘What a perfect little mouth you have.’ He moves back and forth as I suck and tongue his length.

‘Shall we see how deep she can take you?’ Nate grunts, pushing me onto him a little more. I gag when I feel him touch the back of my throat and slam my hand on his chest, trying to push him back. Kai doesn’t move an inch, and Nate tightens his grip on my hair.

‘A bit more, Nate,’ Kai hisses. ‘Push her on me. I think she can take me a bit more, don’t you?’

‘I think she can fit you all the way,’ he laughs in reply.

Nate pushes me forward, and my entire body goes rigid as Kai’s thick cock passes the back of my throat.

‘More.’ Kai’s eyes are as dark as death as I look up at him. ‘She can take more, can’t you? Take me all the way and we’ll turn off the heater.’ Kai sweeps the hair from my sweat-slick face and waits. ‘What do you say?’

I blink, tears spilling down my cheeks as I try desperately to keep control of my gag reflex.

The handcuffs are hot now, and my skin is beginning to burn.

I nod. I can take him. He thinks I’m afraid. That I don’t enjoy being used like this.

He has no idea.

And if I’m right about the type of demon he is bound to, his demon worship is weak. Because I am not afraid of what they do. He is so unimaginative.

From behind, Nate rests his free hand over my throat and pushes me deeper onto Kai’s cock.

My toes curl, and every muscle is tight as he fills me. As his entire cock descends my throat, and my face meets with the thatch of his pubic hair.

‘I feel you in her fucking throat, Kai,’ Nate laughs, the tips of his fingers caressing my airway. ‘Fuck her as hard as you can.’

‘In a sec. This feels fucking fantastic!’

Kai keeps himself buried as deep as he can go, making it impossible for me to breathe or move. I’m gagging relentlessly around him, making unholy noises and dribbling all around him.

Well, my dignity has certainly left the building.

Kai starts to move, driving himself back and forth, fucking my throat without leaving it.

He pulls free, smirking from ear to ear as I take in a deep breath of much-needed air.

‘Catch your breath. We’re only just getting started.’

I gulp in as much air as I can before Nate pushes me back onto him.

He’s relentless, roughly fucking my throat with desperation and only letting me breathe when my vision starts to blur. Then he’s back in, filling me. Nate caresses the feel of my bulging throat. He feels Kai beneath my skin.

There’s a flash, and I squint against a bright light. Tyler has pulled out his phone and is filming us. He walks around us, making sure to get in close to my mouth and eyes.

When Kai pulls free, I cough and gasp.

‘The heater,’ I manage, pulling against the hot cuff around my wrist. ‘Please.’

Nate grips me and returns me to Kai’s cock, shoving me hard onto his length so my face is buried in his stomach.

It hurts. But not enough to give Nate the power he wants. He likes to hurt me. So I think that’s his demon.

My toes curl and my stomach clenches as he resumes his deep, possessive fucking.

Two fingers glide between my legs and sink into me.

Tyler laughs.

‘She is soaking fucking wet. Her pussy is clenching around my fingers like it’s starving!’

I hear the slickness as he eases his fingers in and out of me. That and the sound of my gagging accompany Nate’s deep laughter, Kai’s heavy panting, and Tyler’s soft encouragement as he films us.

‘Lift her skirt,’ Tyler says, kneeling beside me. ‘Let me get a good shot of her sweet pussy.’

My skirt is hoisted up and bunched around my waist.

‘Hold it up!’ Kai commands. ‘We want to see.’

With my free hand, I hold my skirt up. I even widen my legs, giving them better access. I’m desperate for friction. For satisfaction.

Why is it always the most prolific ass holes, the real sadistic pricks, who can give the best fucking orgasms?

What they lack in personality and humanity, they sure as shit make up for with skill. Because my body is alive with pleasure and pain, but it’s also brimming with shame and vulnerability.

I want to cum so fucking hard I pass out. I need to. It’s the only enjoyment I get these days.

My body rises off the floor for a moment as he thrusts a third finger inside me, his knuckles pressing into my entrance with unforgiving rigidity.

‘Look into the camera,’ Tyler instructs. ‘Let’s see those glistening eyes streaming with tears.’

I see nothing but the light of his phone.

My skin is burning as the cuffs continue to heat. My throat is raw. And my pussy is drenched.

Most people would call this Hell. The degradation. The brutality. The pain.

But I’m in my own twisted world of bliss.

The camera moves, trailing down my body until he’s getting a good shot of his fingers inside me.

Kai speeds up. His length bulges and pulses, and his gasps become rough and ragged. He grabs the back of my head and holds me in place before spilling himself straight down my throat.

Pleasure builds in my core, and when he pulls out of my mouth, I cum hard, choking and gasping through the violent wave of pleasure ripping through my body.

Unable to fall forward because he still has my hair gripped firmly in his fingers, I’m left looking up at the bastard. That glorious, sadistic fucking bastard. His head is tilted back as the boost he’s received settles in his bones. When he lowers his gaze, he sneers at me like I’m a filthy rat.

‘You’re welcome, Whore,’ he pants.

‘Drop dead, psycho.’ I lower myself and wince as I pull on the cuffs. ‘The heater. Turn off the heater!’

I look to Nate. He turned the heater up full to hurt me. He likes pain. I meet his unforgiving glare. Those soulless windows reflect back nothing but my own depravity.

‘No.’

I spit what’s left in my mouth straight into his face. Cum and my spit slide down his face. He strikes me hard, splitting my lip and knocking me down to the ground.

I sit up straight and lick the blood off before laughing.

‘That wasn’t very nice,’ I pout.

‘Let’s go.’ Tyler drapes his arm over Nate’s shoulder. ‘This has made me harder than a rock. I need to fuck something. I’m heading to Gina’s party. She’s always up for being used. Fancy it?’

Pig.

‘I'm hunting tonight,’ Kai replies.

‘And I have tickets to an auction,’ Nate says.

They leave, talking about their evening plans.

Only Kai stops at the door’s threshold. He looks at the heating controls, and I fill with relief when he presses the buttons.

‘We’ll see you in a couple of days. Thanks for the throat fuck.’ He offers me a wink and shuts the door. The lock clicks as he turns the key.

It takes a few minutes to realise that the pipe isn’t getting cooler. But hotter. The bastard has turned it up.

I swear that one way or another, I will destroy them all.