Their Captive

“Fuck Princess, my cock is harder than steel,” he hisses and I wish I could see him. The blade in his hand presses deeper into my skin and the spark of fear I was feeling a short time ago turns into something more, something molten hot.

“Should I fuck you with the blade? Make you bleed like you made me bleed?”

“You…you really want to hurt me?”

A sinister laugh erupts from his throat as he moves the blade lower. “I don’t just want to hurt you. I will hurt you. I want your pain. I want your fucking fear. I want your tears, to taste them on my tongue while I fuck every single one of your tight little holes.”

My breath hitches as he slowly starts to move the knife across my skin, moving up my body. He releases his grip around my throat and replaces it with the edge of the blade. With his now free hand, he grabs onto my hips and makes me sit up so he can reposition himself and line up his cock with my entrance.

“Sit down on my cock. Be a good little slut and maybe I won’t sink this blade into your skin.” Another gush of moisture has my pussy so wet his huge cock slides in with ease as I sit down, impaling myself on it. Pleasure rockets through me at the sensation of his cock filling me, my tight channel swallowing each delicious inch of his cock. I feel so full, and I want more, more of his violence, more of his filthy words.

“You like this, don’t you? Being my filthy little slut. Taking my cock how I want you to.” When I don’t answer him right away, he thrusts his hips up, and I almost fall forward with the jarring motion.

“Tell me and don’t lie to me, your pussy is so wet I can hear it, feel the slick warmth coating my cock. You can’t hide it…” He thrusts upward again, his cock probing the back of my womb, sending a sliver of both pain and pleasure up my spine.

Gritting his teeth, he says, “I’m going to fuck you, Jessa. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days. You want that, don’t you? To feel me inside you?”

“Yes,” I whimper, my cheeks heating.

“Beg,” he growls into the back of my neck.

“Please… please,” I plead.

“Please what?” His jaw is steel, his hold bruising, the knife at my throat sinks a little deeper into my flesh, and I’m not sure I would care if he slit my throat right now.

“Please, fuck me. Please, fuck me, Declan,” I rasp, my pussy tightening around his shaft. With one hand on my hip and the other holding the blade to my throat, he bucks his hips and I’m thrust upward. I slam back down on his cock with a vengeance, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip to stifle the cry that threatens to pass my lips. He does this a few more times, my pussy clenching his length, refusing to let go. I want him. I want him so deep inside me that it’s damn near maddening.

“It’s such a fucking sight. To watch your pretty pussy swallow my cock. You were made for us, for us to use, to take from. Our dirty little slut.”

His words are sinister, and though I’m certain they’re meant to be degrading, they aren’t to me. They make me hot, drenched with need. I want to be his dirty little slut. I want to belong to all three of them in every single way possible.

Pressing my hands against his thighs, I start to bounce up and down on his cock. I sink my nails deep into his flesh, wanting him to feel the same spike of pain and pleasure he makes me feel. He groans behind me, moving the blade away an inch while I bounce up and down on his shaft, proving to me once again that it isn’t pain he wants to inflict on me.

The need to look at him, to see the carnal want in his eyes, overpowers me. I want to see how much he is enjoying this, see if he likes it just as much as I do. I want him to see my need, how his darkness turns me on.

“I want to turn around,” I pant in between bounces. “Please…”

He releases his hold on my hip and drops the knife from my throat, giving me a slap on my upper thigh.

“Turn around then. It’ll make watching you bleed out easier.”

I ignore what he says, but don’t wait for him to change his mind. I stand up, letting his dick slide out of me. I feel lost for the moment that he isn’t inside me. Spinning around I sit back down on his lap. Straddling him, I let his cock slide back inside of me, filling me up. I groan at the sensation, so loud I’m certain Trey and Wes can hear me.