Page 18 of Writhe (Wellard Asylum)

My breath stutters. My pride is nothing beneath their control. And my body . . .

My body is a fucking traitor. The vibrator pulses mercilessly inside me. I won’t last. I won’t make it out of this without giving them what they want .

“Please.”

It’s barely a whisper.

“Louder.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, and my fingers dig into my palms. “Please.” Stronger this time. “Please let me come.”

The Doctor hums with approval. Theo grins against my skin.

“That’s my girl.”

I shake my head, whimpering, my body trembling beneath them. Theo pulls back just enough to tease me, dragging his cock through my slick folds, not quite pushing in yet. “Beg again.”

I hate him. I hate that I do it. “Please,” I breathe, not even sure what I’m begging for anymore.

Theo’s chuckle is dark, hungry. “That’s my fucking Dollface.

” And then, he thrusts in. A sharp gasp rips from my throat, my body stretching around him, taking him deep.

The Doctor watches with quiet approval as Theo stills for just a moment, letting me adjust, feeling the way I clench around him.

“Fuck, she’s tight.” Theo groans, his fingers digging into my hips. “Look at her, Doc.”

The Doctor moves closer, his presence a shadow against my skin. I feel his hand ghost over my stomach, over the place where Theo fills me.

“You can take more, can’t you, doll?” I shudder, pleasure and overstimulation colliding into something unbearable. Theo pulls back, only to slam in again, setting a brutal, punishing pace. “Tell me how it feels, Eliza,” the Doctor instructs. “Tell me how good Theo is making you feel.”

I can’t speak. I can only sob, every nerve ending on fire.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Theo grits out. His rhythm grows harder, rougher, his hand sliding down to rub my clit, making me jolt. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. The Doctor’s hand drags up my body, fingers curling around my throat in a soft, warning squeeze.

“Say it, Eliza,” he orders. “Or I’ll make him stop.”

My panic is instant.

“No,” I gasp. “Please don’t stop.”

“Then say it.”

Theo drives into me harder, his teeth sinking into my shoulder, sending a fresh wave of heat through me.

“It—It feels so good,” I whimper.

“Louder.”

“It feels so fucking good!” I cry, my humiliation burning away in the face of pure, mindless pleasure.

The Doctor makes a pleased sound.

“That’s my obedient pet.”

Theo’s pace turns feral, his groans turning to low curses, his grip painful in the best way. I’m close again, too overwhelmed, too ruined to do anything but let them have me.

“Come for me, Eliza,” the Doctor commands, his thumb brushing over my kiss-swollen lips. “Now.”

And I do. I shatter, my scream muffled by Theo’s mouth, my body convulsing beneath him.

Theo follows, his groan ragged, his body jerking as he buries himself deep, claiming me entirely.

I collapse, boneless, my body wrecked, trembling, my lungs burning.

The Doctor is still there, his fingers brushing against my sweat-slicked skin.

Theo pulls out slowly, letting me feel every inch of emptiness before settling beside me.

I expect them to leave me there, to untie me and walk away. But the Doctor’s hand moves to my jaw, tilting my face up.

Then the Doctor speaks again, and his next words make my breath hitch.

“Now, Eliza . . .” His thumb ghosts over my lower lip, his tone a dark promise. “Tell me . . . do you want more?”

And, God help me, I do.

I want more.

I want him.

The Doctor’s voice drips with approval as he steps closer, his presence suffocating even without sight. “That’s a good pet. See how much easier it is when you don’t fight?”

I shudder, my breath coming in shallow gasps. “I . . . I don’t know if I can.”

“You can,” Theo cuts in, his tone low, dark. “You will, Dollface. You’re already taking it so well.”

My hands flex against the leather cuffs, an instinctive reaction to the heat of their attention. Theo’s grip on my hips tightens, his breath fanning over my skin as he chuckles .

“You feel that?” he murmurs. “That little shake? That’s your body already giving in.”

The Doctor hums, fingers tracing over my ribcage with a touch that is neither rushed nor hesitant. “Of course, she does. My pet was made for this. She just needs guidance.”

His words hit me in the chest, thick with meaning. His pet. The possessiveness in his voice makes my stomach twist, making the heat coil low in my belly.

“You like when he calls you that, don’t you?” Theo teases, nipping lightly at my shoulder. “Go on, doll, tell him.”

I clamp my teeth down on my lower lip, unwilling to say it, unwilling to give them more than they’ve already taken. But then the Doctor makes a sound, just a small one, a soft tsk of disappointment.

“That’s not obedience, pet. I thought we were past this.”

Theo’s fingers trail the inside of my thigh, and I jerk at the touch. “Doll, we can do this all night,” he murmurs, his voice edged with amusement. “Or you can just say what we already know.”

I exhale sharply, my body trembling from restraint, from anticipation. I don’t want to say it.

But I do.

“I like it.” The words slip out in a whisper, barely audible.

Theo’s approval is instant. a low, pleased chuckle as he presses closer, his hands tightening on me. “See? Wasn’t so hard, was it, Dollface? ”

The Doctor’s fingers brush my cheek, almost tender as he murmurs, “Such a good pet. You’re learning.”

I clench my jaw, refusing to let myself lean into the touch. But the blindfold makes it worse. makes every sensation sharper, every moment dragged out into eternity.

Theo slumps against me, his breath hot against my skin, but I don’t get a moment’s reprieve. The Doctor’s hand moves to my waist, steady, possessive.

“You took him so well. But we both know you can take more.”

I barely have time to register his words before Theo pulls out just enough, the loss making me whimper.

But then I feel it—the Doctor’s thick, unforgiving length pressing against me, nudging at my already stretched entrance.

“Wait.” My breath stutters, overwhelmed, overstimulated, my body trembling from the aftershocks still licking through me.

“Shh, pet,” the Doctor soothes, his fingers dragging up my spine in mock comfort. “You’ll open up for us. You always do.”

Theo groans above me, his hands bruising on my hips. “Fuck, Doc, you’re really gonna?”

“I am,” the Doctor answers smoothly. “And she’s going to take it, aren’t you, Pet?”

I whimper, but the sound melts into a moan as Theo rolls his hips, forcing me to adjust, making me feel every inch of them both.

The Doctor presses forward, slow but unrelenting, stretching me impossibly wide, a burn that borders on pain—on something more. Something devastating.

“Too much,” I gasp, my fingers clawing at the sheets, at Theo’s arms. “I can’t.”

“You can,” the Doctor interrupts, a sharp edge in his voice now. His hand grips my throat, not squeezing, just a warning. A reminder. “Breathe, Pet. Feel it.”

Theo grits his teeth, his body trembling against mine. “Holy fuck.”

I can’t think. I can’t breathe.

Then they move.

Together.

Their strokes fall into a punishing rhythm, every thrust forcing me to take them deeper, fuller. I’m nothing but a vessel for their pleasure, stretched to my absolute limit, teetering on the edge of something I can’t control.

The Doctor hums in approval, his fingers tilting my chin, so I have no choice but to tilt my head up to meet his voice.

“There she is,” he praises, brushing his thumb over my kiss-swollen lips. “My perfect little pup, taking everything, we give her.”

Theo growls, fucking into me harder, his body shaking. “She’s gonna make me come again.”

I don’t know whose hand finds my clit, but the touch sends me spiraling.

My release is devastating, my entire body convulsing between them, pleasure, and pain indistinguishable, the feeling of being completely filled wrecking me in the best way.

They don’t stop. They don’t let me go. I’m drowning, lost to the brutal pleasure of being theirs.

Theo buries his face in my neck, his groans muffled against my sweat-damp skin as his thrusts turn erratic, desperate. The Doctor, ever composed, keeps his rhythm steady, calculated. dragging the pleasure out until I’m nothing but a trembling, ruined mess beneath them.

“She’s shaking,” Theo breathes, voice wrecked. His fingers dig into my hips, his control slipping. “Fucking squeezing us so tight.”

The Doctor chuckles, dark and pleased, his grip on my throat tightening just enough to remind me who owns this moment. “She’s perfect like this. Lost. Overcome. Completely at our mercy.”

I am.

I fucking am.

Theo groans against my skin as he slams into me one last time, burying himself so deep I swear I can feel him in my stomach. His entire body tensed, his release hitting him hard, the sharp sound of his pleasure sending another wave of heat through me.

But the Doctor isn’t finished.

He doesn’t falter, doesn’t slow. His pace measured and punishing as he fucks me through Theo’s aftershocks, through my own overstimulated agony.

I try to pull away—too much, too raw—but he doesn’t let me. His hand on my throat tightens, his other wrapping around my waist, holding me in place as he uses me, takes me .

“Where do you want it, doll?” His voice is deceptively smooth, but his restraint is slipping. “Inside? Want me to fill you up like the good little pet you are?”

I don’t know if I answer. If I even can.

It doesn’t matter.

He decides for me.

With a low, guttural groan, the Doctor buries himself deep, his body trembling as he spills inside me, claiming me in the only way that matters. “Give you a nice big litter. Raise our pups together.”

Theo huffs a breathless laugh, pressing a lazy kiss to my shoulder. “Fucking wrecked her.”

The Doctor hums with approval, his fingers trailing down my spine. My body feels boneless, every muscle trembling, every nerve ending fried. Theo presses another lazy kiss to my shoulder, but I can barely register it. My mind is slipping, the world around me blurring at the edges.

A hand. warm, possessive. cups my cheek. The Doctor. “Shh, pet,” he soothes, his voice a low hum, dripping with satisfaction. “Rest. You’ve earned it.”

I try to respond, to say something—anything. But the words never come.

Darkness creeps in, soft and inescapable. My body gives out before my mind does, and the last thing I feel is the weight of them around me, caging me in.

Safe. Owned. Theirs.

And then, nothing.