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Jessa
Declan’s faceis nothing more than a mask of coldness, and I desperately want to crack him open and find out what makes him tick. I’m completely naked still, having left my shirt behind with Wes and Trey. Wes asked him to take me to shower, something we’ve done once before, but worry consumes me when we start walking toward the elevator. I wince with each step I take, Declan’s strong hand gripping my wrist like a steel shackle.
“Where are we going?” I whisper and chance a glance at him through my long strands of blonde hair.
“You have my brothers wrapped around your little fingers, but not me.” His menacing voice is cold, void of any emotion, much like his face. I shiver, mainly from the chill his demeanor gives me. I want to feel the same closeness with him that I feel with his brothers, but he’s so closed off, so dark, that I wonder if I can even reach him.
He pulls me into the elevator and pushes some buttons, the door sliding closed a moment later and only then do I think maybe I should have screamed, or at the very least tried to run. Something tells me that Declan is about to hurt me or maybe even kill me. The thought has my blood running cold and as if out of instinct my body starts to shake with fear.
“A-are y-you going to k-kill me?” I stutter just when we arrive at level three, and the elevator dings and the doors open.
“Not yet,” Declan pulls me out of the elevator. I trip over my own feet and almost face plant into the floor, but he tugs me up by my arm before I make contact with the concrete. With a frustrated sigh, he grabs me by the waist and lifts to carry me the rest of the way. I’m so confused and consumed with fear that I don’t realize where we’re going until it’s too late.
My eyes widen as we enter the room with the camera set up in it. No! Please no. He throws me onto the bed like I’m a rag doll, and I land with a hard bounce, the air expelling from my lungs with the impact. Pushing up onto my hands and knees I scurry backward toward the corner of the mattress and pray that Trey or Wes will find me before this gets to be too bad.
He walks to the side of the bed he was standing on yesterday when I gave him a blowjob. The camera is still pointing that way when he turns it on. Without even a flicker of emotion in his eyes, he grabs my ankle and pulls me toward him. I briefly consider fighting him, maybe trying to kick him with my free foot but before I get the chance, he grabs my other ankle as well.
Dragging me all the way to the edge of the bed, he flips me over in one swift move so I’m bent over the bed. He keeps one hand on my lower back, pressing me into the mattress while spreading my legs with his knee. I hear him undo his pants and my inner walls clench around nothing but air. I just had sex and I highly doubt he is going to be gentle. Trying to squirm away is futile, and only makes his grip harsher, and his body angrier as he uses his muscled chest to pin me to the mattress.
“Please,” I whimper. All my thought about not begging evaporate, when I feel the smooth head of his obscenely large cock probing my entrance. I gulp, feeling my already sore muscles clench in anticipation. Every single part of me tells me this is wrong, being held down, him forcing himself inside me, but somewhere deep inside, deep inside my heart I know submitting to him is the only way to reach him. I don’t understand how I know this, but I do, and I hold onto that thought as he rips me to shreds.
“That’s right, beg…beg me to stop,” he whispers against the shell of my ear before thrusting inside of me with one deep, impossibly hard thrust. I cry out, mainly from pain, though there is a sliver of pleasure that courses up my spine at the impact, it’s not enough to outweigh the searing pain in my pussy.
“Please… Declan…” I cry out, as he thrusts again.
“Such a fucking slut. You’ve got my brother’s cum inside you and now you’ll have mine too. If you thought you were sore before you’ll be bleeding by the time I’m done with you.” He brushes my hair away from the back of my neck and grips me there, his fingers digging into the tender flesh as he uses me, owns me.
“Please…” The word slips from my lips as tears sting my eyes, but I’m not sure if I’m asking for him to stop, or to keep going. My body wants whatever parts of him he’s willing to give me, but my mind screams that this is wrong, so very wrong.
“No one can save you from me.” He grunts, savagely thrusting into me, the pleasure catching up with the pain with each deep stroke. “Show your daddy what a fucking whore his princess is, show him how your tight little hole takes our cocks. Scream for him to come and save you.”
His hips slam into me, his balls slap against my ass and his filthy words only add to the pleasure. He’s panting now, his thrusts faster, his grip bruising. His body presses me deeper into the mattress and I feel his lips at my ear.
“Come for me, Princess. Give me your pain, your pleasure...I want it...all of it.” I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can do is feel, feel his body sliding over mine, feel his hips flexing with each delicious stroke he gives me. I don’t know when it happened, but at some point, the pleasure starts to outweigh the pain and the familiar tingle of warmth forms deep inside in my belly. I’m going to come.
It’s so wrong, and yet so damn right. I don’t understand, and yet I don’t really care to. I find myself moaning into the mattress, my pussy fluttering with his rough thrust. A few more strokes and I’m soaring over the edge into pure darkness. My eyes drift closed for a moment and I feel my walls clench around his thick rod, impaling me over and over again.
I try to turn my face into the mattress, and away from the camera but Declan won’t let me move. He wants me to look into the camera, he wants to show my father the filthy slut I’ve become. He wants to degrade me and remind me that I’m nothing more than their captive, a means to an end.
I bite the inside of my cheek but it’s futile, his grip is hard and I’m tired of fighting, tired of holding back the blinding pleasure. Unable to hold it in a second longer the cry of pleasure rips from my throat as the last ripples of my orgasm zing through my body. I feel nothing, and everything all at once as I stare into the camera, the flashing red light, telling me he’s gotten exactly what he wanted.
Behind me Declan continues to move, his hips are punishing, and I can feel his cock growing thick inside of me. It feels like he’s growing, getting larger. His grip on my neck tightens further, and at this point he’s most likely going to be leaving bruises as he pumps into me one last time, roaring as he empties himself inside my swollen channel.
Like my body is fire and he is gasoline, he pulls out of me and releases his hold on my neck at the same time. Instantly I feel cold and empty. I watch him turn the camera off and pull his pants back up, but I don’t move. I don’t think I can move right now even though there is nothing holding me down anymore. I can’t actually make my limbs move.
Warm cum runs down the inside of my thighs and unlike the way I felt with Trey this really does make me feel like a whore. Tears slip from my eyes, my chest heaves, as a sob catches in my throat. I want Declan to hold me, to take care of me like his brothers did, but he just stands there looking down at me like I’m the one that just degraded him, that broke him. The coldness of the room seeps into my bones, into every pore of my body.
My entire body throbs and before I even get the chance to say a word, the door swings open so quickly it slams against the wall with a loud bang that echoes through the room.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Wes yells, stepping into the room first. Trey is right behind him looking like he is about to kill someone, his gaze is furious, fire flickering in his dark brown depths.
“What the fuck, Declan? What are you doing?” There’s a panic to Trey’s tone that can’t be missed. He cares about me, he has to, why else would he be looking at his own flesh and blood like he is? Hopefully, I cling to that thought.
“I did what needed to be done. You two need to get your heads out of your asses and see what’s going on here. She is still the enemy and you treat her like a fuck buddy, like an actual fucking princess. She’s nothing to us. She and her father are playing you and the sooner you see that, the easier this is going to be.”
Declan’s words hurt, they hurt far worse than any slap or punch ever could. He doesn’t believe me, even after I submitted to him after I let him use my body. Tears stain my cheeks, my lips trembling as I try and hold back the sadness. Looking up at all three men, I can see the conflict in both Trey and Wes’s eyes. And still, Trey comes over to me, taking me into his arms. If I could disappear right now, I would. He lifts me bridal style cradling me to his chest.
