“Don’t look so worried, princess. This is all for your pleasure… and mine.”

  He gives Rhett a knowing look and says, “Grab her wrists.”

  10

  Wes

  My fingers still at my waistband as I stare at the items in Dane’s hands.

  He’s kidding… right?

  I’m motionless as Rhett tugs the towel away from Sadie’s body, leaving her bare for us before he takes the rope from Stray and follows orders.

  I almost laugh as he binds each of her wrists. Rhett Savage doesn’t follow orders, ever. So the fact that he’s doing so right now tells me everything I need to know about his friendship with Dane. They might call each other brothers, but this is the first time I’ve appreciated just how deep their connection runs. They really are brothers in all the ways that count, and it sends a weird wave of emotions through me that they’ve allowed me to be a part of this. They could have easily stood up and told Sadie I wasn’t worthy, that they didn’t want me. But they haven’t—well, not entirely.

  “Pretty?” Dane barks, falling into a new looking chair that sits in the corner of the room after shedding his soaked jeans. “You in? If not, you know where the door is.”

  Ripping my eyes from where he’s slouched naked like it’s a normal thing to do while his best friend ties our girl up, I glance at the door.

  Could I walk out right now, even if I wanted to?

  Dane and Rhett would never hurt Sadie. But I can’t deny that the knife and lighter don’t make me feel a little apprehensive about their plans for her.

  Looking back at Dane, my eyes drop to his scarred chest. Everything is starting to make so much sense now.

  “There,” Rhett states, tugging harshly on the rope that now connects Sadie to the metal headboard above her. “Nice and secure.”

  Despite her lack of contact, Sadie squirms on the bed.

  “Just look how fucking desperate she is for you, brother,” Rhett breathes, dropping his head and blowing a stream of air over her nipples.

  “Oh fuck, please,” she moans, arching her back in an attempt to make contact. But Rhett, the asshole he is, just lifts up, denying her what she needs.

  “So what’s it to be then, brother?” Rhett asks, taking a step back from the bed and studying his handiwork as Sadie rubs her thighs together, trying to find some friction.

  “Enough of that, Sadie, girl,” Dane growls, “or we’ll bind your feet too, leaving you totally at our mercy.”

  Her wanton moan rips through the air, making my cock ache and my mouth water as I imagine spreading her legs and eating her as she tugs on her bindings, moaning my name, begging me to let her come.

  Ripping my pants open, I shove the fabric down over my ass and kick them off.

  “Right choice, Pretty,” Dane assures me as Rhett also strips down to his boxers.

  If you’d have asked me only weeks ago if I wanted to be in a room with two other clearly turned on guys as we all drove the same girl crazy, I would've told you to go to hell.

  But right now, as I watch Rhett circle the bed and our girl like the predator he is, I know for a fact that I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world.

  The constant pain from my father’s fists seems to fade as I watch her squirm. All my worries about what Mom and I are going to do next dissipate—for now, at least.

  “Dane, please. I need—”

  “I know what you need, princess. And if you’re a good girl, Savage and Pretty will give it to you.”

  She moans again, her bindings pulling tight.

  “Pretty?” Dane barks, throwing something toward me.

  Instinct from being on the field kicks in and I easily catch both the candle and lighter in each hand.

  “Make her scream,” he demands, slumping farther down in the chair, an unusually dark, wicked glint in his eyes.

  The Dane before us isn’t the one I’m used to, and it only makes me even more curious as to what happened when they first told him. He’s clearly taking it worse than I expected.

  His features are hard, his eyes icy cold. His usual coping mechanism, his humor, seems to be long gone as he stares at Sadie with his fingers wrapped around his length. It’s an image that I’m becoming weirdly used to when it comes to Dane.

  That first time he told me to get Sadie off while he was watching was awkward as fuck, but it’s strange how it quickly became almost normal to have his eyes burning into us, watching her every move, making sure I do my job.

  “Pretty, if you’re not man enough for the job, get the fuck out,” he snaps, jolting me back to the here and now.

  “No. You’ve got this, right, Wes?” Sadie asks, her eyes finding mine and pleading with me to do whatever Dane demands of us.

  “Uh… y-yeah. Of course.” Lifting both the items in front of me, I flick the lighter, bringing the flame to life and igniting the candle.

  My heart thunders in my chest as I approach the bed and press my knee into the mattress beside Sadie.

  “By the time she leaves this room, she’s going to wear our marks on her skin. She’s never going to be able to forget who she belongs to. You two got that?” Dane asks, his voice rough.

  “Whatever you need, bro,” Rhett agrees, lifting the knife from the nightstand and flipping it over in his hand.

  Sadie’s eyes hold mine. She must sense my hesitation. Clearly Dane and Rhett have done this kind of shit before, but I’ll be the first to admit that while I might not be a virgin, I haven’t exactly experimented with this stuff.

  “I want to watch her pretty skin redden for us. I want to see her squirm. I want to see her bleed.”

  My breath catches at his words, and I shoot a look over my shoulder as he sits forward, his elbows on his knees to get a better look.

  “Now, Pretty. I want it fucking now.”

  I nod, lifting the lit candle above her, knowing it’s probably the lesser of two evils where the knife is concerned.

  But I hesitate, the thought of causing her pain, of scarring her beautiful skin enough to stop me.

  “Pretty,” Dane barks, but I’m frozen as I stare into Sadie’s encouraging eyes.

  “Pretty,” Rhett murmurs, “just do it.”

  “I-I… I don’t think—”

  Reaching out, his hand covers mine and he forces me to tip the candle.

  “Just watch. She’ll love it. I swear.”

  “I’m sorry,” I breathe, unable to stop as the candle tips farther, letting some of the melted wax race toward Sadie’s flawless, beautiful skin.

  Her body jolts the second it hits her belly, and she hisses as her hips leave the bed, but to my surprise her eyes darken with desire. “More,” she demands as the sound of Dane shifting around once more comes from behind me.

  I repeat my previous actions, letting a little more wax fall this time.

  “Oh God,” she moans, writhing for us despite our nonexistent touch.

  “Keep going, Pretty. I want her skin red and her pussy soaked. Open your legs. Let me see how much you love the pain.”

  She immediately follows orders and both Dane and Rhett moan as they get a look at her slick cunt.

  “Our princess loves the pain, don’t you, Sadie, girl?” Dane asks her.

  “Yes. More… please.”

  “Pretty.” Dane quirks a brow, urging me to continue.

  Moving up, I drop burning wax over her ribs before hitting her breasts, spurred on by the sound of her pleasure filling the room. She hisses as it burns, but it’s nothing compared to the moan she lets out when it lands on her nipple.

  “Fuck me, please. Someone. Fuck me,” she cries, pulling at her restraints.

  My cock aches, precum soaking into my boxers as my need to do as she demands almost gets the better of me.

  “Rhett,” Dane barks, “get rid of the wax. I want to see her burns.” Dane’s voice is low, and when I look back at him, every single muscle in his body is pulled tight as he violently tugs on his cock, his eyes laser focused on Sadie.

  Rhett lifts the knife to Sadie’s belly, and my heart jumps into my throat at the sight of the sharp blade pressing against her flawless skin.

  She gasps, and, a second later, the hardened wax flicks over the side of the bed, leaving an angry red mark in its wake.

  “So beautiful, princess,” Rhett growls, circling the burn, causing more marks on her body.

  “Rhett,” she moans when he trails the blade up to the next solid bit of wax.

  Each time he moves, his scratches are deeper, the marks he leaves behind angrier until he flicks a bit of wax from her breast and finally breaks the skin, a droplet of blood pooling at the cut.

  “Fuck, yes. Taste her. Tell me her blood is as sweet as her cunt.”

  Without missing a beat, Rhett lowers his head to her tit, licking at the little pool of blood. She moans, her arms pulling at her restraints in her need to reach for him.

  “Even fucking sweeter, brother.”

  “Give Pretty the knife.” He turns his eyes on me. “Do the same to the other side. Make her come without touching her cunt.”

  I shoot Dane a look to see his hooded eyes focused on the place he doesn’t want us touching, his own movements slowed down as he lazily strokes himself.

  My hand trembles slightly as I lift the knife, he wants me to make her bleed.

  “Do it, Wes. Don’t overthink it,” she whispers, knowing exactly where my head is at.

  Pressing the tip of the blade to her breasts, I push against the skin until I slice through slightly, then I flick off the wax, hoping like hell that it was enough.

  Something weird happens as I watch the blood pool at the incision. My cock aches and my mouth waters.

  I did that.

  She’s bleeding… for me.

  “Wes,” she moans, her eyes boring into the top of my head as I stare at that small pool of red.

  “Now,” Dane barks and I drop my lips to her, lapping at her blood and letting the taste of copper fill my mouth.

  “Yes,” she cries, her body writhing and twisting.

  I shoot a look at Rhett to find him right beside me, mimicking my movements. Simultaneously, we both suck one of her nipples into our mouths and she screams.

  “Bite. Make it hurt.”

  I follow orders, making Sadie’s screams and cries for more only louder. Closing my eyes, I focus on making her feel good, forgetting that Rhett is only inches from me, and I up my movements. Pulling her sensitive peak deep into my mouth, I roll my tongue around it and graze it with my teeth.

  “Bite her. Let me see your teeth marks.”

  The bed rattles against the wall as she pulls at her restraints when I sink my teeth into the softness of her full breast.

  “Oh God. Rhett. Wes,” she cries as we continue to tease her.

  “You gonna come with us sucking on your tits, princess?”

  “Yes, fuck… Keep going,” she demands.

  “Are you going to come for Stray like a good little girl?” Rhett growls against her.

  “Yes. Yes.”

  “Put on a good show, princess,” I add, meeting her eyes before going back to her nipple.

  It only takes another twenty seconds with us both teasing her for her to find her release.

  She screams our names as her body convulses beneath us.

  “Fuck, princess. So fucking beautiful when you come. Look at your cunt. It’s so fucking slick,” Dane mutters almost to himself. “I wonder who’s going to be lucky enough to slide in there and fuck you senseless. Who do you want buried inside you, Sadie, girl? Savage or Pretty?”

  “Both,” she cries, still coming down from her high. “Both. All of you. Everything,” she confesses.

  11

  Sadie

  My body burns with need, my skin hypersensitive where Wes dripped the candle wax over me. It shouldn’t have felt so good… but it did.

  Dane’s eyes pin me to the bed, flaring with raw lust. He needs this—the control, the view. Part of me wants him to touch me, to let me give him what he needs, but I know right now, we have to follow his lead. And watching me with his best friend, with Wes, it hits differently for him.

  “Someone fuck me… please,” I moan, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.

  I pull against my restraints, desperate to touch myself since the three of them are just staring at me.

  “Fuck, it’s hot when you beg.” Rhett smirks. He mouths something to Wes, and he climbs up on the bed, sitting beside my head.

  “Hey beautiful,” he whispers, trailing a hand down my neck. “Ready to play, princess?”

  Yes, God yes.

  Rhett’s brow quirks but then he leans over me, messing with the restraints, loosening them. I frown, wondering what he’s up to, but then he rocks back on his haunches, grabs me by the hips and flips me over. My shrieks fill the room as I land with a thud on my knees.

  Wes winks as he dips under my arm and picks me up, dropping me on his lap. His cock is already hard, brushing my slick folds. I let out another groan, rocking against him.

  “Jesus, she’s so fucking greedy for it.”

  “Fuck her, Pretty,” Dane demands. “Prove to us you’ve got what it takes to make her scream.”

  “You want that, princess?” Wes collars my throat with his hand. “You want me to fuck you?”

  I nod, my eyes fluttering as he lifts his hips, letting me feel him again. Thick and hard and oh so ready.

  “Do it,” Rhett adds, moving around the bed. “Fuck her hard.”

  “It would be my pleasure.” Wes grasps himself in one hand, guiding my hips forward with the other.

  “Oh God,” I cry as he slides into me, slow and sure, filling me in the best kind of way. It’s deep, so fucking deep like this, but Wes knows exactly how to lift me and rock us together to make me fall apart in his arms.

  He kisses me, trailing his tongue down my throat, dipping to my breasts.

  “My turn,” Rhett growls out of nowhere, the mattress dipping with the weight of his body. He grabs a fistful of my hair and guides my mouth to his swollen cock, the piercing glinting in the light. “Suck me, princess. I want to come in that pretty little mouth.”

  My lips part and my tongue darts out, tasting him. We both moan, Dane too as he watches me deepthroat his best friend while Wes fucks me.

  I’m lost in sensation, hands and tongues, teeth and skin. Wes grips my hips harder as he pumps into me, before they slip around to my ass, stretching me around him.

  “Fuck yeah,” Dane pants, and I lift my eyes over to where he’s sitting, fisting himself hard and fast.

  “Look at her, brother. Look at what you’re missing out on,” Rhett taunts, winding his hand further into my hair until it hurts. But everything feels too good to complain, the pain laced with so much pleasure I feel like I might shatter into pieces at any second.

  “Fuck,” he grunts.

  “Look at that ass,” Rhett continues, leaning over to slap it. “She’s so fucking ready for you, Stray. All you have to do is take it.”

  The air in the room shifts as Dane stands, still jacking himself off. He stalks closer, watching us. Watching them fuck me into oblivion.

  “Look at her,” Rhett says. “She’s fucking perfect, bro.”

  Dane trails a hand down my spine, letting his fingers run idly between my ass cheeks, pressing me there. I moan, and Wes chuckles.

  “She likes it. Dirty girl.”

  “You like it, Sadie, girl?” Dane pushes his thumb against my tight ring while Wes keeps fucking me, and I cry out.

  “Yes… God, yes.”

  Rhett slows his pace, fucking my mouth passionately while Dane toys with my ass. “I can’t wait to take you here. Fucking dreamed about it over and over…”

  “Do it,” I cry. “I want you. All of you.”

  I want them on me, inside me. I want us to be as close as we can possibly be. Together.

  “Fuck,” he murmurs again, working his thumb further inside me.

  “Shit,” Wes grunts. “I can feel that.”

  “Wait until it’s Dane’s monster cock,” Rhett snorts. “It’ll be like you’re fucking each other.”

  I gush around Wes and a low groan rumbles in his chest.

  God, why does the idea of that get me hot?

  Dane pulls his hand away and kneels on the bed, pushing the tip of his cock there instead.

  “Breathe,” Wes soothes as I go tense. Rhett releases me, letting me meet Wes’s eyes. “Just breathe, princess. We got you.”

  The tenderness in their voices sends a shiver through me, and I wait for the sting of Dane pushing inside me.

  But it never comes.

  “Dane?” I glance back at him. “What’s—”

  “I can’t do this… I can’t fucking do this.” He stumbles back off the bed and blows from the room like a tornado.

  “Fuck,” Rhett mumbles, rubbing a hand down his face. “I’ll go check on him.”

  The intense sexual energy dissipates, leaving me cold and dejected as I watch Rhett pull on his jeans and go after Dane.

  “We screwed up,” I whisper.

  “No.” Wes kisses my forehead. “He’s just… working through some stuff. Rhett thought this would help.”

  But it didn’t.

  And now Dane has gone.

  “Untie, please,” I say, barely able to look at Wes. He manages to get my wrists free and pulls me into his arms.

  “Don’t do this, don’t shut us out. Dane will be okay, he just needs time. He needs you, princess. Listen, I have an idea. Why don’t you get cleaned up and wait here?”

  “What are you doing?” I ask as he slips out from under me and climbs off the bed.

  “Just trust me, Sadie. Let me take care of you for a change.”

  “I… okay, yeah.”

  I really don’t want to be left on my own, not after what just went down between us. But I could probably do with a few minutes to process everything.

  Wes grabs his clothes and quickly gets dressed. “Five minutes, okay?”

  I nod, unsure of what else to do. Was this a mistake? Did we push Dane too far?

  My stomach knots with doubt as I pull the sheet over my body and contemplate whether we made the wrong call with what Dane needed.

 

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