Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I come too, finally allowing myself release inside the dark chalice of her punished ass. I let my pleasure flow through me as hers starts to abate. I thrust and I rut and I hold her on my cock until every single drop is deep inside her body, joining the seed of my brothers.
Afterwards, she is quiet. There’s nothing for her to say. She mumbles a few words and snuggles up into my arms, silently begging to be held and cared for.
On the aftermath of my orgasm, I feel a wave of tenderness. What a very good girl she is. I tell her as much in soft tones as I carry her first to the bathroom to wash her off in the bath, and then to bed, where she sleeps for almost eighteen hours straight. Luke keeps checking on her, over and over, as if he’s worried something terrible has befallen her.
“Let her rest,” I tell him. “She’s sleeping.”
“Did we go too far?”
A couple of hours later, Luke’s anxiety is getting the best of him. He’s worried we went too far. He’s concerned about Ella. But more than that, I think he’s considering the consequences to his own soul. I think he enjoyed punishing her a lot more than he wanted to. The apple never falls all that far from the tree.
“We barely did anything to her,” Aiden says. “And she loved and needed every moment of it.”
“Oh, my god,” Luke groans. “I’m turning into you two. I’m taking the dog for a walk.”
Ethel tappy-taps while growling ferociously as he gets her lead. She bites him as he attaches it to her little collar. He ignores the pain and takes her out the front door with the same energy he’d have if he was walking a German Shepherd.
Aiden and I sleep with her that night, keeping her guarded between our bodies. She barely stirs, she is so exhausted and worn out from our use. In the morning, we leave her sleeping and go down to make breakfast.
There is a new energy in the air, a sense of relief and renewal. Luke looks nervous still, but that’s because he’s far too soft.
“Is she okay?” he asks. “Is she very sore after yesterday?”
“She’s sleeping.”
“Is it normal to sleep so long?”
Fortunately for us, Ella herself soon answers the question. “You can stop freaking out,” she yawns. “I’m fine.”
She has padded down the stairs in pajamas and slippers and is looking absolutely adorable. I have a mental flash of what she looked like crouched and spread and stretched between us. That filthy memory will stay with me for the rest of my life, I am sure.
Luke jumps up. “Let me make you breakfast.”
Ella
I let him make me pancakes, because I fucking love pancakes. And, if I’m to be very honest with myself, I fucking love Luke. There’s just something about his earnestness. I didn’t like it at first. It made it hard for me to respect him because I thought his softness was weakness. It’s not.
“Are you okay?” He asks the question with his back to me, his arms rippling while he prepares to serve me.
“I think so?” I drink a little juice. I feel clearheaded, and not as sore as I would have thought I would be. What happened last night was a ritual of sorts, a cleansing. It was supposed to free me from all the bad feelings I had.
Luke slides a stack of pancakes over to me with a handsome smile. I look into his eyes, and for a second I see a flash of Teddy in there. It all comes back, a void opening in the pit of my stomach. I remember things I have seen, been a part of. I may not have had a choice, but that doesn’t feel like a good excuse because there’s always a choice.
It didn’t fucking work.
My eyes fill with tears as I realize that shit isn’t going to be magicked away in one torrid gangbang. Now that I say that inside my head, I wonder why the fuck I ever thought it would work. Then I remember. Aiden said it would. He said I’d atone for my sins and it would all be over and that would be that. He lied.
“I don’t think I’m hungry,” I say, pushing the plate away. “I’m sorry, I thought I was, but…”
“Eat.”
The order comes from behind me in a firm, low voice. Aiden has followed me into the kitchen, almost as though he knew this moment was coming.
“I don’t want to eat right now,” I say, my voice straining with the effort to be polite.
Aiden is behind me now. “Eat,” he says. “Or I will feed you myself.”
Luke is looking at the two of us with a confused expression, because he’s too much of a sweet guy to understand. Aiden gets it, though.