“Come on, baby. Take it out on me,” I say.
“I’ll hurt you,” he grits.
“I can handle it. Come on. You can do it, baby. We are right here if you want it,” I say.
“God, I want it. Slow is agonizing, though,” Adrian says, still slowly fucking my ass.
“I can fuck you just like I would her,” Brent groans. “Say the word and you’ll be my fuck toy.”
“Please,” Adrian begs.
Brent doesn’t give any kind of warning before he suddenly starts fucking his ass hard, fast, and deep. Adrian damn near splits me in two when he growls in my ear as he finds the rhythm to match so he can fuck my ass just as hard. We are all moaning loudly, and Brent is the one leading.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” I moan and claw at the floor.
“I’m sorry. I can’t… fuck. I can’t help it,” Adrian moans as he pounds me into the floor.
“Harder. Please,” I beg. He immediately responds and starts taking longer strokes in and out of my ass, forcing Brent into him.
“So. Fucking. Tight,” Brent grunts, slamming into him between each word. “Fill our girl’s ass. Come for us.”
Adrian is moaning wildly, and I am lost in my orgasm, and every thrust keeps me locked in my daze. By the time I realize everything has stopped, I am being laid on a bed. I whine.
“You okay, Nia?” Brent asks with a chuckle.
“Why am I the one who blacked out?” I complain.
“Because you were already worked up and naturally sensitive,” he says, kissing my forehead.
“Where is Adrian?”
“Behind you,” he says. I roll and see Adrian lying on his side with his arm tucked under his head. He’s silently watching me, but he seems different. I move closer, and he pulls me to his chest. Instead of snuggling into him, I cup his cheek. He lays his hand over mine and smiles softly.
“I’m proud of you, Adrian,” I say softly. “And don’t think too far into that, either. I’m proud of you for opening yourself up despite every part of this society shutting you down. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you or what you feel.”
“Mom and Dad have always supported me, but… Fuck,” he sighs and closes his eyes. “When I was fourteen, Dad almost died, Mom tried to balance everything while keeping him a secret… I found comfort in someone… When The Society found out, I was spared only because of Dad, and it would draw too much attention if I died too… A bunch of men in masks showed up and caught us. I was made to sit there and watch them torture himto death… Hearing him cry for his mom… for God… Begging me to run and save myself… it scared the fuck out of me. When he died… all of them used my mouth… for hours... I learned to keep my mouth shut. Mom told me she didn’t want me to hide myself, but she needed me alive. I decided then that I would do what was required of me, but I would take revenge for me, my dad, Edgar, and his family.”
“Edgar…” I say. “How do I know that name?”
“He was Raul’s older brother,” Adrian tells me. “Raul knows what happened. He’s probably the only one who knows the details. I offered to explain to his parents, but they said they trusted me and knew Edgar cared about me.”
“I’m so sorry,” I say quietly.
“This society wasn’t like this before. Dad formed it to normalize BDSM in healthy relationships. It saved my mom from the effects of childhood abuse. It taught my father how to control his anger and be who Mom needed when they met. It was optional and consensual. Women were not just toys to break. All types of relationships were acceptable,” Adrian explains.
“What were you saying before when Brent was a brat?” I ask, but scream when Brent smacks my ass. Adrian smiles as Brent lays behind me. He is propped up on his elbow with his arm across me and resting on Adrian’s side.
“Well,” Adrian says. “I want you to come to the council meeting. All three of us…”
“And make all of this known?” I ask.
“I… fuck. I don’t know. I know I don’t want you to have to hide what you have with Brent.”
“We,” I say. “Whatwehave with Brent. They’ll come after us anyway, baby. Things don’t get fixed by being nice.”
“What do you mean?” Adrian asks.
“Let’s start a fucking war,” I say with a smile.
