Page 29 of Flesh & Divinity

“Arghhhhhh.” The scream that tears out of me pierces the air when boyfriend uses his grip on my waist to slam me the rest of the way down. Tears instantly leak from my eyes and pain explodes through my body. My pussy feels like it’s been torn in half, I’m nothing but a gaping wound at this moment.

Tears roll down my cheeks. I attempt to move but boyfriend’s grip tightens and another cry of pain erupts from me when brother twists my over sensitive nipples.

“Take it,” brother snarls right in my face. My bottom lip trembles and I shake my head. He releases my nipples then glides his hand down my front and doesn’t stop until he finds my clit, making me gasp. He circles it with the right amount of pressure to pull a small moan from me. I can feel how tense daddy and boyfriend are beneath me but I don’t care. I can’t move right now, the pain is too intense and I need a fucking minute to adjust.

Brother has me moaning and panting. I feel myself growing wetter, making the pain inside me lessen.

“There's my good girl,” daddy praises. Hearing him call me a good girl has my cunt clamping down on them and drawing pained groans from each of them.

“Yes, daddy,” I breathe out and place my hands flat against his chest, his eyes never leaving mine as I rise up on my knees and glide back down, drawing moans from them. Brother continues to stroke my clit lazily, driving me insane. He knows how I like it and he’s purposefully not applying the pressure I need so I won’t come. I want to snap at him but I know it will only end with me begging them to allow me to come.

They never allow me to call the shots in the bedroom, the only time they will listen to anything I have to say is outside of it and that’s not often because more times than not they are inside me, fucking me on every surface inside the cabin. Sometimes it’s all of them, other times it’s just two or on the rare occasion I’ll get one on one time. Those moments are precious and great, don’t get me wrong, but my favorite is when I get all three of them at once.

Having the power to bring three men to their knees and be able to give them the greatest pleasure is fucking addicting. Maybe I have Stockholm syndrome or some shit, but I don’t care because they feel too fucking good and I’m tired of denying myself.

I want them.

It may be wrong and I might just be crazy but I’ve never had anyone in life want me the way they do, not even my father showed me the amount of devotion these guys do.

“That pussy is so tight,” boyfriend grits out as I grind my hips. Brother removes his hand, then moves to straddle boyfriend. I lean forward to give him better access to my ass. I moan in daddy’s face when he parts my cheeks and spits on my tight little hole that only they have ever touched.

The second I feel him pushing inside me I can’t contain the heady moan that escapes. He glides inside me slowly, stretching me out so fucking good.

“Yes, I need more,” I pant as I push back against brother, making him groan and forcing him deeper inside me. I peer back over my shoulder to see boyfriend clenching brother’s balls in his fist. Impact play and Sitophilia is not something I thought I would enjoy, but turns out I fucking love it and I’m a fiend for it. “Squeeze them tighter,” I say in a tone filled with equal parts need and dominance, which shocks me. I expect boyfriend to snap at me and issue a punishment, but he blows my fucking mind when he does as I ask and makes brother cry out.

“Fuck, yes, push that ass back on me, baby.” I greedily obey his demand and push back onto his cock until he is buried deep inside me. A cry of blissed out joy tears from me.

“Fuck, I feel so full,” I rasp out.

“You belong to us,” daddy says in a vicious tone.

I feel the cool glass of brother’s mask brush against my ear and shiver when he says, “Fuck us and show us how much you crave each of us, Cinder Soot.”

Lord, Father above, Jesus, whoever the fuck is listening. Don’t grant me mercy. I want to burn in hell. If this is sinning then I’m a sinner and will happily embrace Lucifer himself when I head down south.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

DUKE

My fist is tight around Jaq's balls and I relish every second of the power it gives me. I am the balance between his pain and his pleasure and he knows it. He has always known it and the knowledge sits in my chest like something I would burn this entire island down to protect.

I lift my mask just enough to expose my mouth again.

The moment my tongue finds his ass, the sound that tears out of him is guttural and raw, moving through me like a current. I push deeper and feel him shudder and lose the careful composure he maintains for everyone else on this island except me.

Only ever me.

My mind is haze and heat. The feeling of Jaq pressed against me and her clenched around both of us is almost more than I can process simultaneously. The bite of pain threading through the pleasure is a lit fuse and I am running out of time before it reaches the end.

Her sounds are destroying what is left of my control.

Gus's thrusts drive me forward and I am at the mercy of both of them. Not being in control is something I have never been able to tolerate, except like this. Except here. With these specific people in this crumbling kitchen where the rest of the island cannot reach us.

I will always surrender control to Gus.

Jaq is mine.

He reaches back and grips the back of my head and holds me in place as he thrusts forward into her and pushes back against my tongue. The sound he makes is close and desperate and mine.