Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Excitement and fear pivot through me at Malachi’s words. For a normal person, a treat is a pretty gift or a relaxing massage, but not for Mal. His idea of giving me a prize usually means pain. But the time I’ve spent with these men has opened me up. Through them, I’ve found my voice and experienced power.
Society wants to tell us that a woman’s sexuality is abnormal. That our urges are a creation not inherently ingrained in our genetic makeup. Women are nurturers, demure, sweet, and chaste, while men are aggressive, loud, and entitled to all the sex they could desire. I should know; they baptized me in purity culture, forced me to choke on its putrid taste, and then labeled me with heinous, derogatory terms when I rejected the poison they were desperate to inject me with. They fed us all lies, and we, as women, sat there and took it, not because we agreed with their venomous words but because we didn’t believe in our own power. Men might be physically stronger, but we are the ones who gave them life.
Malachi turns away from me and approaches a table full of toys that border on torture devices. His long fingers brush over whips, chains, and cat-o’-nine-tails until they finally stop.
He turns to me with a goofy smile, holding nipple and pussy clamps with one hand and a leash in the other. “Remember two years ago I wanted to bang you in front of people at the club? Let’s make it happen, baby.”
I roll my eyes before bursting into laughter. “I’m game, but Dariyus won’t let you.”
“He will,” a rich voice with a soothing accent says from the door.
Dariyus is dressed in a white T-shirt that offsets his tawny skin. My eyes meet his, and I fall into their azure blue depths like always.
“In fact, I’ve got rope set up on the stage to fuck you like a queen one last time.”
My heart constricts at his words. Tonight is the last night that I’m obligated to be with them. Tomorrow I’m a free woman. A part of me is ecstatic, but another part is sad because these three men have buried themselves in my heart over the past two years. I can’t imagine not seeing them every day or getting my mind blown with non-stop orgasms, but I need to stay true to myself. Staying here would mean betraying everything I’ve worked for.
My eyes meet Ezra’s. He’s standing at the door, and dark circles surround his blue eyes. I glance down, and he’s still wearing a t-shirt. In two years, he’s never taken his shirt off in front of me. I’ve asked him why, but I’m always met with silence. He doesn’t have any kind words, any mentions of this being our last moments together.
He takes three strides toward Malachi and grabs the clamps. It’s like we’ve come full circle; me naked, surrounded by these three men and some clamps. They were makeshift then; these are more resilient. They’ve got teeth. My lips turn up as I realize that the clamps are the same as I was. Not really there, but good enough. Now they’re strong and vicious, just like me.
Ezra steps toward me. “Lie back, Fawn.”
I do as I’m told, letting him have control one last time.
He slaps my thigh. “Spread ‘em.”
Ezra spends a moment watching my pussy. His head bends. My eyes flutter shut at the first contact with the tip of his tongue. He works his way into my pussy, pulling Malachi’s cum from me. My hands fly to his head, and I press him deeper into me. “Yes, clean up the mess, Ezra. Be a good boy.”
A jolt of pain. Ezra bites down on my clit. He wants a reaction from me, but I refuse to leave weak, so I work through the sharp pain. That’s always been our relationship. Push and pull, both in life and sex.
His head pops up from between my legs before he climbs up my body. A gentle tap on my cheek, a quiet request to part my lips. I should do as he demands, but I also want him unhinged, rough, and aggressive. I want to fight one last time.
“You want a punishment, Fawn? You got it.”
His movement is so sudden that I barely notice what’s happening until his hand grips my throat and his fingers squeeze the sides. I gasp for breath, and he spits Malachi’s cum into my mouth. “Swallow it, slut.”
Instead of swallowing, I spit. Half the cum hits his face, and the other half falls back onto mine.
Ezra growls before ducking his head and biting my nipple.
“Fuck!” I scream. I grip his hair and pull, but it’s no use. The more I tug, the harder Ezra bites. “Ezra, you’re going to take my nipple off.”