Their Captive
“Fuck, me too,” Trey growls.
Groaning again, I erupt like a motherfucking volcano deep inside her, coating the inside of her ass with sticky ropes of cum. But it doesn’t stop there. No, I keep coming and moaning, and fuck it seems like forever before I allow myself to pull out. As I do, I watch my cum seep from her ass and dribble down to her cunt that’s coated in Trey’s cum.
“Swallow it. Every fucking drop,” Wes orders Jessa who continues to slurp on his cock like it’s her favorite flavor of sucker. As I pull back, I can see she’s got drool dripping down the side of her mouth and onto her chin, her big blue eyes are watering, and her cheeks are pink.
“Princess, you look so beautiful right now,” I soothe, knowing exactly what she needs. She wants us to treat her like a slut, like our personal fucking whore, but she also wants to be cared for…wants to be treasured and cherished. She wants to know she’s everything we’ll ever need, and I’ll be damned if I let her think otherwise.
When Wes is satisfied with her job, he takes a step back, stroking her cheek with his knuckles. He reaches down and grabs a shirt, wiping at her face with it.
“Good fucking girl,” he praises.
“Our beautiful little slut,” Trey whispers into her hair, as he places a kiss against her cheek.
“Thank you,” she says, her voice is hoarse as she sags against Trey’s sweaty chest.
“No. Never thank us, Princess,” I order, placing a hard slap against her ass cheek. “We’re one, all on the same team. Your pleasure is ours,” I remind her, letting her know how serious I am about us all being one now. I know it’s still hard for her to see, because she’s so used to me being cold and distant with her, but I did it because I needed to. I had to be sure I could trust her, believe her. Protecting my brothers is the most important thing, that is until she became the center of our world. Now she is our sun, and we’re the planets orbiting her.
“How do you feel?” Trey asks, his fingers trailing up and down her back. Wes sits on the side of the bed staring at Jessa while I remain standing, staring down at the ruby red ass print that I just graced her with.
“Like I was thoroughly fucked by three of my favorite men.”
Chuckling I say, “Because you were, now get up before I decide to spank your ass until it’s bright red. You need to eat something.”
“But what if I want you to spank me?” she teases, wiggling against Trey’s body. I pull back and land a hard slap against the other ass cheek, the sting of the slap zinging across my palm.
“Don’t test me, Princess, do as I tell you.”
Wes chuckles from his spot on the bed and I lift my gaze to his.
“You’re like the dad of the group, always making sure we follow directions, eat enough, sleep enough…” My face deadpans.
“Shut up, before I steal her away and you have nothing but your fucking hand to fuck for the rest of the week.”
It’s Trey’s turn to laugh now, and he does, bouncing Jessa’s body up and down with the motion.
“She belongs to us, which means none of us can steal her away and stake claim. Isn’t that right, Princess? You need all three of our cocks to curb your sexual needs? You need my brothers and me to stretch you. Claim your little holes until you’re dripping with our cum.”
Lifting her head from his chest, she nods. “Yes, I do. I need all three of you. So no fighting, there is enough of me to go around.”
And fuck if she isn’t right, there certainly is enough of her pretty little ass to go around. She’s all we fucking need, the missing piece to our demented puzzle.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jessa
The days pass in a blur and for a while, I forget what brought me here, what brought us all together in the first place. Some nights I sleep with Trey and Wes in Wes’s bed, and others, I sleep with Declan. They all three fuck me, and I do mean fuck me, rough, hard, and sometimes slowly, taking from me, but making me feel beautiful and empowered at the same time.
They cherish me, wash me from head to toe, and make certain I receive at least one orgasm a night. Trey’s rule, not mine. Though it is one rule that I appreciate.
With each passing day, I become less of a captive, and more like a person…a person who is a part of their family. It’s strange, but this is something I truly never realized I needed or wanted. I see now more than I had before how much they care for each other, how much they love each other and now that I’ve gotten a taste of it, I don’t think I can ever go back to being without them.