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Xander

I plop onto the couch next to Lucas and pat the cushion on the other side of me. “C’mere, doll.”

She freezes, clutching her ice cream bowl to her chest. “What?”

“The deal is still on. You know that. If I want you to sit next to me, you’ll obey without question.”

Begrudgingly, she sits next to me. Her body is rigid as the movie starts, and she doesn’t even touch her ice cream. I wrap my arm around her and drag her closer, and the terrified squeak that escapes her makes my dick twitch. She’s so easy to fuck with.

“Eat your ice cream,” I whisper in her ear.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Colton roll his eyes at us. He’s more of the type to force obedience, whereas I prefer to coax it out of someone.

Once the movie gets going, Haven relaxes. She eats her ice cream slowly, something I noticed she did back when we were friends. It was one of the first things I learned about the cult she grew up in—that they didn’t have ice cream. I think she’s savoring it, like the magic of it has never worn off for her.

As soon as everyone is finished, I grab all our bowls and slip downstairs to put them in the sink. I don’t mind missing a few minutes. I love the movie, so I’ve watched it enough that I could probably recite most of the dialogue word for word.

When I get back, Lucas has his arms crossed while he glowers at the TV. I can think of about a dozen ways to wipe that pout off his face, none of which are available to me at the moment. Later, though. Definitely later.

I sit down between him and Haven. She’s hugging her knees to her chest while chewing on her bottom lip. We’ve all changed a lot over the past few years, but Haven’s anxiety has stuck to her like glue. I can’t count the amount of times I’ve watched her fend off—or succumb to—one of her panic attacks.

It happens nearly every time I secretly follow her around campus. Seeing her anxiety get the better of her always makes my heart ache. There’s a part of me that wants to help her, but I’ve never given in.

Until now, I suppose.

“Lie down,” I command, keeping my voice soft.

Haven’s eyebrows pull together. “Why? What’re you gonna do?”

“I just want to play with your hair. Come on. Lie down with your head in my lap.”

It doesn’t look like she wants to—of course she doesn’t want to—but she does it anyway. She’s learning quickly that she has little power here. We own every piece of her, and she’s ours to do with as we please.

Once she’s comfortable, I stroke her hair. It’s soft, and I twist one of the purple sections around my finger and tug lightly. Haven makes a displeased sound, which has me smirking at Lucas. He doesn’t look amused, though—just pissed.

I lean in closer to him with my hand still in Haven’s hair. “Jealous, Ace?”

“Do I need to be?” he asks, even though my boy already knows the answer.

“Never.” My lips meet his in a hard kiss. No one could ever tear the two of us apart. Hell, I chased him across two states when I was seventeen so we could be together. Lucas is my life.

My everything.

Lucas doesn’t look quite as grumpy when we pull back. And as I resume stroking Haven’s hair, his gaze drops to her, and his eyes go soft for a split second before he turns back to the TV.

I keep my free hand on Lucas’s thigh while I pet Haven’s hair. When we reach my favorite part of the movie, I glance down to see Haven’s reaction, only to find her eyes closed. Her breaths are slow and deep, and I smile to myself.

Silly, silly girl, leaving herself in such a vulnerable state.

Careful not to disturb her, I nudge Luc and nod to Haven’s sleeping body. This time, when he looks down at her, something dark sparks in his eyes.

Lucas may submit to me, but no one else gets that honor. That side of him is mine and mine alone. Outside of our dynamic, we’re into a lot of the same things. Having our own living, breathing sex toy to play with is giving us the opportunity to fulfill a lot of our joint fantasies.

Lucas’s hand follows mine as I run it over her hair. “That was a pretty naive mistake for her to make.”

“Agreed,” I whisper.

Slowly, I slide down the couch and readjust Haven so her head is resting on my stomach instead of my thighs. I tug my sweatpants down, and Lucas helps me get them off enough that my cock springs free. It’s barely an inch from Haven’s lips.

Taking my dick in one hand, I use the other to hold Haven’s head in place. Her mouth is already open a little, so I’m able to slide inside without much trouble. It’s so warm, and the friction from the tip of my cock sliding against her tongue pulls a quiet moan from me.

Colton’s gaze slides from the movie to us, and he raises a brow. When I thrust into her mouth, he smirks. “She’s gonna be pissed when she wakes up.”

“Good.” Still holding her head, I yank up her shirt until her breasts are exposed. Her nipples are hard, and I lightly pinch one of them between my fingers.

Haven stirs, but her eyes stay closed. I pump into her mouth again, managing to get in an extra inch. She still doesn’t wake.

Knowing she’s unconscious while I do this to her makes it feel so much better. Not only does she have no choice in what I do to her, but she doesn’t even know I’m using her like this. It’s my favorite kind of free use.

“I wanna watch you play with her tits,” I tell Lucas lowly.

My boy doesn’t have to be told twice. He slides to the ground in front of her. At first, all he does is trace the fine lines of the tattoo on Haven’s chest. Eventually, he works himself up to groping her breasts, hesitantly at first before he goes a bit harder. “God, they’re so soft. I just wanna…”

He doesn’t finish, but I know what he wants. He leans forward, and his lips close around one of her nipples. With a groan from deep in his throat, he sucks it while swiping the pad of his thumb over her other one.

The added sensations must wake Haven up. A muffled, confused noise comes from her. The next second, she’s trying to twist her face away from my cock, but I hold her in place.

“You can take it,” I say as I slide in and out of her mouth. “It’s not like you haven’t done this plenty of times before.”

She chokes when I hit the back of her throat, but that doesn’t stop me. I push her head down until she has no choice but to take me deeper. When she tries to claw at me, Lucas grabs her wrists and pins them down with his free hand while still squeezing her breast with the other.

When Lucas’s tongue laves across one of Haven’s nipples, she lets out a startled sound and kicks. It’s not aimed at him, and I realize she’s trying to release some of the tension building up in her body. She likes this. Hell, she’s practically sucking my cock at this point.

“Fucking slut,” I mutter. “I bet if I slid my fingers into your panties right now, they’d be soaked.”

That gets her to fight a little bit, which only makes me want to drive into her harder. When she raises her head—probably to make some sassy remark she knows she can’t follow through on—I push her back down, not stopping until she’s taken my dick down her throat. It slides in easier this time, and she manages not to choke on it.

“See? I told you.” My free hand moves to grope her tits along with Lucas. “This is what you were made for. Of course you can handle it.”

I keep fucking her throat, and when she finally gags, I don’t let up. She needs air, I know that, but I want to push her to her limit. No matter how many times we tell her who she is, she still needs to be reminded that she’s powerless against us.

When Haven lets out a terrified whimper, I finally pull out of her mouth. She gasps and coughs, and I let her get two breaths in before I slide back in.

“You’re ours to use,” I say as I pump into her relentlessly. “Whenever we want, however we want. Your body wouldn’t have three holes for us to fuck if they weren’t meant to be put to good use.”

Haven goes rigid, and then a scream vibrates through my cock. She does that same helpless little kick again, and then her entire body convulses. It’s like she’s exploding but has nowhere to go since we’re holding her down.

Wait. Is she…?

“Shit,” Colton whispers. “She’s coming.”

Groaning, Lucas sucks on her nipple with renewed enthusiasm. His thumb is rubbing back and forth on the other one, and when she cries out around my dick, it pushes me into an orgasm I didn’t realize I was close to falling into.

“Fuck.” I force Haven to take all of my dick again just in time to flood her throat with cum. Instead of fighting it, her eyes roll back, and I realize this is only making her come harder. “Shit, Haven. You’re a fucking freak, you know that?”

Once I’ve finished, I let Haven up. In her effort to scramble away from me, she falls off the couch and lands in Lucas’s lap. He immediately reaches around her to keep rolling her nipples between his fingers.

“Lucas! Lucas, stop.” She pushes his hands away, but he’s back to groping her in a split second.

“You’re pathetic, you know that?” Lucas taunts. “Coming for your bullies, and we didn’t even have to touch your clit. How desperate are you, huh? Does no one like you enough to give you any attention?”

Fresh tears flood her eyes, and she sags against him with a sob. Her face is all scrunched up, and her cheeks are flushed. All I can do is stare at her tears and wonder what she’d do if I licked them up.

Leaning down, I kiss her forehead. “You’re so pretty like this, you know that?”

When I pull back, Haven is glaring at me, but I expected nothing less. This is a huge adjustment for her, and we can’t expect her to fall into our dynamic without any resistance. Besides, it makes it all the more fun.

I guide her head so it’s resting against my knee. “Stay. This is where I want you for the rest of the movie.”

She gapes at me, so I shove my fingers into her mouth so far that she gags.

“Silly girl. Around here, an open mouth is an invitation. Remember that.”

“I’m not sitting on the floor,” she seethes. “I’ve done that enough.”

“You’ll do whatever the fuck he tells you to,” Lucas tells her, voice hard. He pinches one of her nipples and smirks when she winces from the pain. “So you’ll sit there and watch the rest of the movie in silence. It’s where you belong. Deep down, you know that.”

Haven falls into a defeated silence as Lucas moves back onto the couch. He slips an arm around me, and I lean into him, hoping his words hit Haven where it hurts. For the time being, we own her.

She’s nothing more than our little doll.