Make You Beg

Her eyes are shut tight. Her spit runs down my dick, and every now and then, she shifts her hips while she moans. I wanted Law to hold her down so I could lick her cum from her pussy after he got her off, but I chose to stay put. I had already ordered her what to do. I wasn’t going to go to her. She needed to willingly come to me.

She submitted because she wanted to.

My balls tighten, and Law presses her head down; her face shoved against my body while my cock reaches the back of her throat. She shifts on her knees, her throat tightening against my dick like a vise as she swallows my cum.

Once done, he pulls her head back, forcing her to look up at the ceiling. Her lips are parted, eyes still closed, and she’s gasping.

“You’re such a good little doll.” Law kisses the side of her neck.

I push my still hard cock into my jeans and zip them up before reaching into my front pocket. I pull out the black choker and lean forward, wrapping it around her neck and fastening it in the back.

Law lets go of her, and I grip her chin. “Look at me.”

She opens her heavy eyes. Tears run down her face, and she’s still trying to catch her breath. Fuck, I’m still so hard. I could go again and again. I could make her beg me all night. But that’s not the plan.

“Do not take this off, do you understand me?” I speak slowly but firmly, making sure she can comprehend what I’m saying to her.

“Yes,” she answers roughly.

“This is a gift, doll.”

“Gift,” she repeats before swallowing.

With that, I get up and look at Dax. “Let her go.”

He releases her, and she runs over to Henley as we show ourselves to the door. Until another day, doll.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

HENLEY

I OPEN MY heavy eyes and groan. Rolling onto my side, I pull my knees to my chest, lying in the fetal position.

Everything hurts, including my pride. The thing that I hate the most is that I was turned on last night. That not only did I get wet, but I also came all over Grayson Law’s fingers.

What is wrong with me?

“Henley?”

I open my eyes to see Lacey lying in front of me on the den floor. After the guys left last night, she laid down beside me, and we both passed out from the alcohol.

Her eyes fall to the choker around my neck, and she sniffs.

“Hey, don’t cry,” I say roughly. My voice is gone, and my throat sore from last night’s activities. Law didn’t go easy on me when I was on my knees for Scout. He wanted to prove a point—they own me.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Tears fill her eyes.

“It was my choice,” I tell her.

She closes her eyes, and the tears roll down the side of her face and fall onto the floor.

I reach out and run my hand down her arm. She covers her face and cries into her hands.

“Lacey …” I pull her into me. “It’s okay.” I rub her back. “I promise you that they will not touch you.”

Her cries grow louder, but I hear her whisper, “Thank you.”

I dropped Lacey off at her house after we were able to pull ourselves off the floor and took showers. She said she had to get home before the Millers sent the police out to find her since she didn’t tell them she wasn’t coming home last night.

After I dropped her off, I went back home, crawled into my bed, and passed the fuck out for the rest of the day.

By the time I wake up, it’s dark outside. I manage to stumble downstairs to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water. My throat is still sore and dry as fuck as if I’ve been sucking on sandpaper.

I remove the lid from the water bottle and toss it back. I down half of it before I yank it away and suck in a deep breath.

Placing it back to my lips, I turn around, only to spit it out. Cold water runs down my chin and shirt. I scream, stepping back, and my ass hits the fridge. “God.” I place my hand over my now wet shirt.

GRAYSON LAW

Water runs down her chin and onto her shirt. Reminds me of her swallowing Scout’s cum last night.

Lucky fucker.

She’ll be sucking my cock soon enough. This only works if we all use our little doll. “I’ve never been referred to as God before, Henley. But I like the sound of it.” I chuckle.

Her wide eyes quickly dart around the room.

“I’m alone.” I wave off her concern. Not that me coming here solo is any less of a threat.

Her shoulders fall as if she relaxes at my words. “How do you keep getting in?”