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Haven

I’m so worked up about when I’ll receive my punishment that it dulls the sadness of knowing Athelia is gone now. I said goodbye to her right before we left for Christmas break, and she has no plans on returning.

Wes and Cal text me about her, and Kellan calls me, but I ignore them. I don’t want to accidentally give anything away, and I definitely don’t want them to take out their hurt on me.

Not that Colt, Xan, and Luc would let them.

December passes, and we celebrate the new year by ourselves. Xander has started making me wear butt plugs to “make things easier on me.” When I told him “easy” would be simply not fucking my ass, the dickhead laughed.

A week into January, Lucas and Xander capture me while I’m getting a glass of water in the kitchen. Lucas hauls me over his shoulder and starts walking toward the stairs.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?! I was in the middle of something.” I squirm, trying to get down, and it earns me a stinging slap to my ass. “Ow!”

“Behave,” Lucas says, “or this punishment is about to get ten times worse.”

With a gasp, I go still. There was a tiny part of me that was hoping they’d forgotten about this. The rest of me, though, is oddly eager for it.

In the loft, Lucas sets me on my feet. Xander cages me against him from behind, and I become hyper-aware of all the places my body is touching theirs.

“What are you going to do?” I whisper.

Xander squeezes my ass. “You’ll find out.”

Oh god. I think I already know the answer.

Lucas pulls off my shirt while Xander slides my leggings and panties down to my ankles. After I step out of them, he bends me forward and lets out a low, quiet groan.

“Come look at this,” Xander says, and Lucas steps behind me.

I squirm uncomfortably, knowing they’re both staring at the butt plug Xander put inside me earlier.

Lucas palms my ass. “We’re gonna have so much fun with her, aren’t we?”

“Fuck,” Xander mutters. “Sit down. Let’s get this started.”

Lucas sprawls out on the couch, and even clothed, heat spreads through my body at how hot he looks. Confident, eager, and with a spark of mischief in his eyes.

With his hands on my waist, Xander guides me toward the couch. “Lie across his lap. Yeah, that’s it. You look so pretty sprawled out like this. Our perfect little doll.”

My face hits the couch cushions as I let myself relax. My hips dig into Lucas’s thigh, but he’s too fixated on my ass to notice. He massages it before pulling on the butt plug with just enough force to make my asshole stretch around it again. Before it comes out all the way, he slides it back in. I gasp at the sensation, and when he does it again, I try to grab his hands to stop him.

“Ah ah, little fawn. I don’t think so.” He takes both of my wrists and pins them to my back with a single hand. “Now spread your legs.”

With a whimper, I do, and I feel Xander climb in between them. Lucas keeps playing with the butt plug, slowly stretching me out before letting it slip back inside me.

“Deep breaths,” Xander tells me. “You’ve gotta let yourself relax.”

“How?!” I try to look at him over my shoulder. “I have no idea what unhinged shit you’re gonna do to me!”

Xander strokes a hand down my thigh. “Just because this is a punishment doesn’t mean your boundaries don’t apply. You can still call your safeword.”

“I know.”

It doesn’t hit me that I really do know that until I say it out loud. Two months ago, I wouldn’t have, but so much has changed. They’ve softened toward me, and they’ve proved that they truly do care about me.

I don’t think they ever stopped.

“We may treat you like a cheap whore, and we may use your body until you’re nothing but a broken pile on the floor, but we’ll always protect you. From anyone who wants to hurt you, from ourselves, from yourself.” Lucas twists the butt plug inside me, further driving his point home. “Always, Haven.”

“I—I know.”

“And we’ll always take care of you after we ruin you,” Xander says softly.

“Xan. I know.”

“Doesn’t mean you didn’t need the reminder.” He leans forward and leaves a trail of kisses down my spine. “Look how relaxed you are now.”

Oh.

“Think she’s ready now?” Lucas asks.

Xander laughs, the gentle kindness from a moment ago forgotten. “Doesn’t matter if she is. Take it out.”

I gasp when Lucas eases the butt plug all the way out of me. The sound of a cap opening reaches my ears, and then cold liquid falls onto my ass.

More lube, I realize.

“Take a deep breath, doll,” Xander says.

Before I even finish, I feel something much thicker than the plug sliding into me. At first, I think it’s Xander’s dick, but it’s too hard.

“What—” I choke on the rest of my sentence as Xander pushes it in farther. It gets wider, stretching my asshole enough to make me try to kick at him.

“It’s a dildo I bought just for you,” Xander says proudly as he eases it in another inch. “It’s the exact shade of purple as your hair. Couldn’t resist.”

“Xan—Xander, it’s too big, I can’t—” I’m cut off by the scream that’s ripped from my throat as Xander forces the dildo in the rest of the way.

My body isn’t used to being stretched and filled like this. It’s not that painful, probably thanks to how much Xander and Lucas prepped me, but the feeling is so intense.

And I love it. I love that they’re pushing me closer to my limits. They’re proving to me that they own me, and that they always will, no matter what happens.

When Xander pulls the dildo and slams it back in, I cry out. Lucas holds me down as Xander picks up his pace, fucking my ass hard and deep.

“I can’t,” I choke out. “Too… too much.”

More. God, more.

“Silly girl,” Lucas says mockingly. “She thinks she has a choice.”

With the dildo in as far as it can go, Xander twists it around. I scream and try to kick at him again, but he only laughs. Lucas grabs my hair and shoves my face into the couch cushions. I can get in air, but only a little at a time.

“You wanna breathe?” Lucas growls. “Then fucking take it.”

I stop kicking, and he yanks my head up. I gasp for air, only for him to push me back down again.

“You know what? Keeping you like this might be more fun. You wanna keep fucking her ass after she’s passed out, Xan?”

“No,” I cry, but I don’t know if it’s coherent enough for them to understand.

“Nah. I want to hear her screaming and crying.”

Reluctantly, Lucas pulls me back up so I can breathe. I sob in relief. Passing out from lack of air sounds terrifying.

“Think we can get her to take two cocks back here?” Xander asks Lucas.

“No!” I screech.

Snickering, Xander pulls the dildo out, and the sudden lack of fullness startles me. I hadn’t even gotten used to it, but now the emptiness feels almost wrong.

“Just teasing, doll.” Xander squeezes one of my ass cheeks. “For now, anyway.”

I stifle my whimper of protest, but in my head, I’m wondering if that’s actually possible. If, maybe, it’s possible for all three of them to fuck me at once. One in my ass and two in my pussy? Or the other way around?

It’d probably hurt, but maybe we could work me up to it. Maybe—

“Get her on the floor,” Lucas says tightly. “I want to fuck her mouth.”

Xander lifts me off Lucas’s lap and dumps me onto the carpet. My body is wobbly, and I struggle to haul myself into a kneeling position. When I’m not fast enough, Lucas hooks his arms under mine and does it for me.

My hair is plastered to my cheeks thanks to my tears, and he pushes it all to the side. I make the mistake of thinking he’s giving me a moment of softness—a tiny break in the midst of all this abuse—so when he spits on my face, I jump in surprise. He laughs when I stare up at him, shocked.

“What? You thought I was being nice? Dumb whore.”

New tears flood my eyes, and as I move to wipe the saliva off my face, Xander grabs my arms. By the time I realize I need to fight him, he’s already yanked my hands behind my back. He doesn’t use cuffs or rope to restrain me. He holds me there himself, maneuvering me so my back is arched and my breasts are sticking out.

When I first moved in, it confused me why they don’t always use restraints, but then it clicked for me. They like pinning me in place. They get off on feeling me struggle against them, and they know I like it, too.

With a smirk, Lucas reaches down and pinches one of my nipples hard enough that I think he might’ve drawn blood. I squirm, managing to hold my pained gasp back, but he still sees it in my eyes.

“Lean forward,” Xander demands, shoving me in that direction.

He releases me just in time that I can catch myself with my hands so I don’t faceplant into the floor. A moment later, I feel him prodding my back entrance with the dildo.

“What—Xander! I can’t!”

“It’s either I stuff you full with this, or with mine,” he threatens.

The dildo is big, but Xander is bigger, even if it’s not by much. However much I want it—even though I won’t admit it—I don’t know if I can handle his dick.

“You know what?” Xander sets the dildo aside. “Luc, hand me the lube. She’s taking my cock whether she wants to or not.”

“What?!” I try to crawl away, but Xander grabs onto my hips. “No, Xan, I can’t. I just can’t.”

Xander’s only response is to lube up his cock and slide it over my asshole. When he pushes into me, his dick goes in easier than I thought it would, but it’s still overwhelming.

“See how easily you can take me now that we’ve loosened you up a bit?” He moves forward another inch or two. “I told you, all you had to do was relax.”

I can’t stop the choked moan that escapes my throat. Lucas kneels in front of me and pushes my hair out of my face again. He has his dick in his hand, smiling at me as he slowly strokes it.

“Now open your mouth,” Xander tells me.

When I do, Lucas drags his cock across my tongue. I suck on the tip eagerly while Xander shoves himself all the way inside me. It pushes me forward enough that I take more of Lucas’s dick than intended. When it hits the back of my throat, I gag.

Lucas takes the opportunity to grab onto my hair. He takes over, driving into my mouth without mercy. It takes me a minute to control my gag reflex, and then he pushes into my throat with a groan. Tears fill my eyes as I try not to choke around his cock.

Xander is pounding into me from behind. My body is adjusting to his size better than I thought it would, thank god. It gives me the mental space to enjoy being used like this. I’m just a toy to them. A living, breathing sex doll. A fleshlight.

“Shit,” Xander groans. “I shouldn’t have waited so long to do this.”

“Next time, I’m fucking her ass.” Lucas’s grip on my hair tightens. “Hear that, little slut? Gonna use all your little holes.”

“Fuck, Luc,” Xander pants. “You can’t put images like that in my head. I’m gonna come. Goddammit, Ace.”

Xander pumps as far into me as he can go and holds himself there. A moan slips free from my mouth, muffled by Lucas’s cock as Xander comes inside me. I can’t help it. This might be the best punishment I’ve ever received.

When Xander pulls out of me, he crawls around us so he can watch as Lucas thrusts into my mouth. His eyes light up with fascination, and when I gag as Lucas pushes into my throat, he grabs my head to keep me there.

Only once I’m choking uncontrollably and slapping Lucas’s thigh do they release me. Lucas gives me a second to catch my breath before he starts fucking my face again.

“I don’t think I can last, either,” he says breathlessly. “It feels too good.”

“Come on her pussy.” Xander’s face is mere inches away from where Lucas’s cock is driving into my mouth. “Come on her pussy, and then I’m going to lick up all your cum.”

“Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.”

Before I’ve even fully registered that Lucas has pulled out, Xander shoves me onto my back. Lucas drops to his knees, stroking his dick with one hand and pushing my legs open with the other. I’m coughing and wiping at my mouth when Xander grabs Lucas and kisses him hard.

I watch silently, my chest heaving. There’s something so fierce about the way Xander and Lucas love each other. It’s like they have a never ending obsession—like they’re actual, literal soulmates.

I think it’s beautiful.

“Xan,” Lucas chokes out.

“That’s it,” Xander says. “Paint her cunt with your cum for me.”

Cum shoots from Lucas’s dick onto my pussy, and Xander watches with rapt attention. Once Luc is done coming, Xander bends down and sucks the last bit of cum out of his dick. The sight has my pussy clenching with the need to be filled, but I don’t think that’s going to happen. In fact, I don’t think I’m going to get to come at all.

The moment Xander is finished, he dives in between my legs. I cry out as his tongue lashes against my clit. He licks up every drop of cum, and I gasp at the sparks that shoot through my veins.

When he straightens, I find both boys gazing down at me. Tears fill my eyes when I realize there’s not a resentful bone in my body for what they just did to me. There’s no shame, either. I loved it. Hell, I want a round two, and I don’t feel bad about it.

“Haven.” Xander scoops me into his arms until I’m on his lap, and Lucas cocoons both of us with his big body.

“What’s wrong, little fawn?” Lucas asks.

“Nothing.” I kiss Xander. “Everything is perfect.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“Because it felt different. I don’t know how to describe it, it just did.”

With my hand wrapped around the back of his neck, I pull Lucas down until his face is an inch from mine. I hesitate right before I press my lips to his. Lucas has never kissed me before. If that’s not something he wants from me, I don’t want to force him into it.

“Different in a good way?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Lucas brushes his nose against mine. “Good.”

Warmth wraps itself around me as they both tell me how proud they are of me, of how good of a job I did taking them both. And when Lucas lifts me off the ground, I realize I didn’t feel Isaiah’s hands on me once throughout the whole thing.