Anabelle
One month later
It took days before I was able to feel anything except for a numbness. I went to my father’s funeral, which was a quiet ceremony. Most of his business associates didn’t even bother to show up. I couldn’t really blame them. He wasn’t their friend, he was just their king, and they probably celebrated his demise. The only people that seemed to be mourning beside me were the staff he kept—people that had worked at Prescott Manor for years. They might have had an inclination of the man he was, but like me, they were blind to what really went on within those hallowed halls—inside his study when the doors were closed. The video of my father killing John didn’t make headlines for very long. His death seemed to trump what he did before he was gone.
Brody and Rourke took care of me after my father’s death. They were there when I woke up in the morning and there when I finally managed to close my eyes at night. Sometimes they just held me, which was all I really needed. I wasn’t ready for passion or anything that resembled it. I just needed to feel their embrace and know that I wasn’t alone. The strength they gave me didn’t completely fade, but it wasn’t enough to get me through my darkest time.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks spiraled on, I found myself clawing out of the darkness. I found myself letting go of the memories and wanting something more than heartbreak. What I craved was pain—physical pain—something that would help me truly forget. I started working to achieve it in secret, only trusting one of the members of the staff that I thought wouldn’t talk about the room I was converting downstairs.
Once the room was complete, I made sure it was perfect before I asked Brody and Rourke to join me there. They had no idea what they were walking into, or why I was so anxious to get them downstairs. Once the door was open, they finally understood—we had a new playroom. It was a lot better than the one Rourke built for me on the South Side, and there were a lot more implements that could be used to torment me. That’s what I needed—that’s how I would forget.
I needed to be the girl on my knees—the one who only knew how to beg and please.
“Wow, you—had this built yourself.” Rourke walked over to the wall and I could see a bit of amazement on his face.
“I figured it would be easier if I had everything ready before you knew.” I walked up to him and smiled.
“Lots of fancy toys.” Brody chuckled as he walked up and put his hand on my ass. “But I can still make you squeal without any of them.”
“I know, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun in the process.” I leaned back against him.
I was ready for passion—I was ready to move on. My body craved submission because I was no longer a girl who got told what to do. I was a queen, although I would never be the ruler my father was. I would never make people bow or do the things he did. The Prescott name would no longer be one that was feared—it would be one that was respected because of the good things I did with the wealth he accumulated. It was the only way I knew how to give back—to try and right some of the wrongs.
“I’ve certainly missed this.” Rourke pressed his lips to my neck and started to send shivers through my body.
“Me too.” Brody started kissing the other side of my neck.
They took me to the bed in the corner of the room and slowly started to remove my clothes. Their lips made my skin sizzle until I sank to my knees in front of them, begging for them to ravage my body the way that I craved. Their cocks were engorged once their pants came down and I started to move between them, taking each one deep into my throat. I could feel my body reacting—begging for more. It didn’t take them long to get tired of just using my mouth for their pleasure. They pushed me back onto the bed and Rourke walked over to the wall. He returned with a small whip and I smiled when he gave me my first lash.
“God yes…” I moaned as the braided leather cracked against my flesh.
Brody turned me over and gave me a few firm smacks on my ass and I begged him for more. They alternated between spanking and whipping me until my pussy was so wet that I couldn’t stand it any longer. Brody used some of my lust to lubricate my ass. Their desire was so strong that they wanted me at the same time and I definitely craved them. Rourke dropped the whip on the bed and crawled in beside me. He lifted my leg and pushed his cock against my wetness. Brody pushed his against my ass and they prepared to take me the way I had been taken so many times before.
“I’ll guess I’ll let you come as soon as you’re able—since it’s been a while,” Rourke grunted as he pushed his cock into me.
“I’m definitely not going to hold back.” Brody squeezed my ass and began to push his length inside my tightest hole.
They pushed until they were both as deep as they could go and then started to thrust. They slammed into me in unison—each one going deep at the same time as the other. It felt marvelous. I needed their furious passion—their unfiltered lust. For the first time since my father dove in front of the bullet, I was able to experience nothing but pleasure. The internal agony was locked in abeyance and I sank into the physical majesty of our desires.
“Harder…” I moaned and moved along with their thrusts. “Fuck me harder.”
They didn’t hesitate. Their thrusts got faster—harder—so hard that the bed shook underneath us. The pressure inside of me started to build. I was closing in on my first orgasm but neither one of them were close. My muscles got tight and my toes curled as the pressure got so intense, I thought it would split me open. It felt so good to have both of them inside me. Each time they went deep, I felt my g-spot sending pleasure coursing through my body. I felt my climax coming. The pressure released. I threw my head against the pillow and screamed as euphoria consumed me.
“Come um for us baby—then we’re going to make you come again.” Rourke chuckled.
“After a few of those, we’re going to explode inside you.” Brody leaned forward and kissed my neck.
The two of them sent orgasms ripping through my body. The first was nothing more than an open door that gave them access to my primal desires. My whole body erupted in bliss again and again. When I finally felt them start to throb, I was more than ready for them to fill me with their seed. Rourke was the first one to erupt and I immediately began to orgasm again. Those spasms were enough to bring Brody over the edge as well and he started to explode in my ass. My spasms milked both of them dry and I was exhausted by the time they withdrew.
“I think I’m going to like this playroom.” Rourke crashed on the mattress beside me.
“As long as we keep a lock on the door.” Brody leaned forward and kissed my neck. “You’ve got far too many people wandering around this place.”
“What? You don’t want the butler to join in one night.” I rolled towards Brody and giggled.
“I don’t share with anyone but Rourke—but if you get the butler, I get one of the maids.” Brody grinned.
“I’ll cut your balls off.” I grabbed his dick and gave it a slight squeeze. “I don’t share at all.”