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Zoriah

“I am so ready to be home,” I groan as I sit on the couch in the private jet.

“Yeah, it’s been a long few days,” Roman says.

“When we get home, I am going to hide and just be alone,” I say.

“Mmmm. I think you’ll want to be out with us,” he laughs.

“I’m done peopling,” I say. “How long do we have?”

“About an hour,” he says. “You ask me that every five minutes.”

“Just excited to be off this plane,” I laugh.

“Come here, mi amor. Let’s pass the time,” Roman says sweetly. He pulls his cock out as I stand and brings me into his lap to straddle him. I try to move fast, but he grabs my hips and slows me down. “Slow, mi amor. It’s not a race.”

“Is this a punishment? To torture me?” I complain.

“No, my sweet brat. This is a lesson that not everything we do has to be hard and violent for you to enjoy it,” he tells me as he slowly fills me with his cock.

“Fuck, you’re huge,” I groan and let my head fall back. Roman messes with something in the bag beside us before setting an item on the ground. I panic when I hear vibrations and try to get up.

“Aht. No, ma’am. Stop it,” Roman scolds. “Feel it.”

He presses the wand to my inner thigh, and it’s on a very low setting. I relax, and he presses it against my clit. Warmth spreads across my body, and I moan softly as I slowly move my hips.

“That’s my good girl, Riah. Ride my cock nice and slow. Savor every inch,” he encourages.

“Rome, it’s so good,” I moan. “I want to come. Fuck, I want to come.”

“Relax and let it build. You’re doing so well, Zoriah,” he praises.

Roman holds the wand to my clit, and I slowly ride his cock, gently moving myself up and down.

The pleasure is causing immense pressure to build in my belly, but it isn’t overwhelming.

It causes my breath to catch in my throat every time he bottoms out, but I force him deeper.

I slowly work my way to being able to take all of him.

But my belly feels like it’s going to explode with how deep I am forcing him inside of me.

“Oh, I’m gonna come,” I moan. “Roman, please.”

“Tell me.”

“Destroy me,” I whimper. “Please, make it hurt. Please. God, harder. I need it harder.”

Roman chuckles before flipping us so I am flat on my back.

He hands me the wand, and it’s turned up all of the way.

He folds me in half by pushing my knees to my face and waits for me to do it.

It takes a second, but when I press the wand against my clit, he slams into me so hard that I let out a shrill scream.

This triggers a frenzy, and he starts to fuck me hard, deep, and fast. Roman places his hand over my mouth as he shoves deeper, making my eyes roll back.

“Is this how you like it, mi amor? You like being treated like my filthy little whore?” Roman growls. “Come for me, my pretty little bitch. You wanted this. Remember? You wanted to be fucked like a useless whore… Aww. Look at those tears…”

Roman wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes, cutting off my ability to breathe.

I have one hand on the wand and the other on his wrist. My nails are cutting into his skin as he pounds into me.

Everything feels like one giant orgasm, and I never want this to end.

Who needs oxygen when you have a six-foot-four brick wall of a man balls deep inside of you, bruising your internal organs with each violent stroke he makes?

I am headed towards unconsciousness, but I welcome it if that is where Roman wants me to go.

Everything is blurry, and stars are dancing in my vision as things start to get darker.

I’m not scared because I know I’ll be okay.

I’ll pass out, yes, but he will let me breathe.

I’ll wake in his arms, and all will be well. If not, at least I went out coming.

My arms go slack, but the wand is pinned in place from how I am folded. I let my eyes flutter closed, and I relax my body. Unconsciousness weighs heavily in my mind, and Roman’s sweet voice is the last thing I hear. “Rest, sweet wife. I’ve got you.”

I lazily open my eyes, and I feel a hand on my thigh. We are in the car now. “Mmm,” I groan.

“There you are,” Roman says, patting my leg. When I don’t respond, he grabs my chin and turns my face to him. “Are you okay?”

“Mhmm,” I smile. “You can’t fuck me like that and then look scared.”

“You haven’t had any nightmares,” he says. “Thought maybe I held on a bit too long.”

“I would welcome brain damage if I came like that first,” I say, and he smiles. “I’m okay, Roman. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For showing me that not everything has to be violent and overwhelming for me to come,” I say. “I could have come like I was, and I’d like to. I just really wanted you to beast-fuck me again.”

“I’m impressed with just how much you’ve been able to handle,” he says, moving his hand back to my thigh. “I can’t wait for all of us to take you.”

“Me either,” I smile. “Are we almost home?”

“We are,” he says as he turns off the road and stops in front of the gate to type the fifteen-digit code into the keypad. We pull past the gate, and as it shuts behind us, he stops.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“We have a surprise for you, but you need to try and be as calm as you can, okay?” he says.

“Okay,” I say, confused.

“Trust me,” he smiles. I nod happily, and we drive up to the house. I am too impatient to wait, so as soon as the car stops, I jump out and run up onto the porch, abandoning Roman. Before I can open the door, Ben opens it.

“Wait,” he says as he grabs my face. I instantly start crying when I see Huxley behind him.

“He just got free, Zoriah. Remember how overwhelmed you were?” Ben says softly.

“Yeah,” I cry.

“He’s hiding it well, but he’s spiraling. Be the calm that he needs right now. Okay? Let him lead and encourage him to have emotion. He is angry. Help him find a way out of that darkness,” he explains quietly so only I can hear him and maybe Roman behind me.

“Yes, sir,” I sniff. Ben kisses me softly before stepping to the side.

Corbin and Dad are close by and smiling.

I force myself to go slow, but it’s Huxley that rushes me.

As soon as he gets to me, he grabs the backs of my thighs and picks me up into a tight hug.

I cling to him as we both start to cry, and he sits us on the couch where we can bury our faces in each other.

“I’m so sorry, Riah. I’m sorry. I tried to help you. I did,” he cries. I adjust my hold on him and hug him to my chest. He is clinging to me for support, so I provide it.

“Shhh. It’s okay,” I say softly. “I’m sorry I left you behind.”

“It had to happen like that,” he sniffs and pulls back to look at me. “You look better.”

“Gee, thanks, Huxley,” I laugh.

“I just mean you look healthy,” he smiles. “Do they treat you well?”

“They do,” I say. “Being with them doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

“I know. They filled me in, and I told them everything as well,” he says.

“What happened after I got out?” I ask.

Huxley begins to go through everything in detail on what he endured and learned over the last month.

He is detached from how bad his assaults were.

He was being used and sodomized several times a day.

It had nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with power and torture.

I like the part where he essentially raped Pamela.

The bitch deserved it. As he is talking, I’m coming up with many ways to get revenge on all those fuckers.

When he starts telling me all the awful things Haley did, it’s not even surprising.

I think what hurts the most is I know Dad blames himself, but it would have happened either way.

“She suffered?” I ask.

“Uh… yeah,” he smiles. “She died slowly and painfully. Probably died of internal bleeding.”

“Good,” I say. “Can we confirm that she’s dead?”

“The FBI has her body,” Ben says.

“The ones who met you in LA came to talk to me earlier,” Huxley tells me. “So… you do want me?”

“Yes, Hux,” I say sweetly. “I want you, Roman, and Ben. If Roman is my husband, so are you and Ben. Maybe it is built out of trauma, but it brings me joy. I have all of my men, and I’m not giving any of you up.”

Huxley takes my face between his hands, and I can see that his head is swimming with thoughts. He doesn’t have to say anything for me to understand that he’s afraid, but he wants me. I shift slightly, and his eyes darken as he grips onto my ass, making me grin.

“And that’s my cue,” Dad says. “Huxley?”

“Yes, sir?” he replies.

“Dad or Jim. Not sir,” he says. “Thank you for keeping my little girl safe. Never forget how much you also mean to me, son. We love you, and we are glad you are home.”

“Home?” Huxley asks.

“Home is wherever your family is, and we are your family,” Dad clarifies. “So… welcome home.”

When Dad leaves the living room, Huxley kisses me hard. I instantly melt into him, and everything disappears. His hands slide up my skirt to find that I don’t have panties on. He grunts as he pulls away and narrows his eyes.

“I have next to no self-control, Riah. Tread lightly,” he warns.

“Or what?” I ask sweetly.

“Or I’m going to take you upstairs and give you what I was supposed to before,” he says with a devious grin.

“Ah. That's what I get for sticking around to be nosy,” Corbin says.

“Really, I’m just testing to see if you are as okay with this as you say you are,” I say, pressing my hips into Huxley. He growls in response and slides his hand up my thigh to press his thumb against my clit. “Oh shit!”

“Squirmy little girl,” Huxley says.

“He won’t last two minutes,” Ben cackles.

“I have no problem fucking her in front of you,” Huxley says with a smile.

“Yeah. I’m out,” Corbin laughs. “Don’t hurt her and don’t hurt him. Be good and… ew.”

“No need,” Huxley says as he stands with his hands on my bare ass. “I’m stealing her for a while.”

“Definitely coming to watch this,” Ben says seriously.

“Oh yeah. I am not missing this,” Roman chuckles.