Elora
B
arely awake, I stretched my legs and torso like I usually did first thing in the morning. Pain shot down my legs from between my thighs. I instantly clamped my thighs shut, not wanting to move. I gasped, my eyes opening wide. “Shit–fuck!” I cursed through my teeth.
Feeling a large body next to me, I slowly peeked up. Quin was smirking down at me. “A bit sore this morning, Doll?” He teased.
I blushed, knowing I shouldn’t have cursed; it just came out. I’d never liked curse words, they just weren’t friendly. When I felt like I was gutted like a fish. However, one or two colorful words were permitted. I nodded. “When did I get here?” I asked, gesturing to my bed.
Looking down, I noticed I was wearing Duke’s clothes. I couldn’t remember anything after sitting down in the bath with Duke. I fell asleep so quickly, it was insane. Well, I guess I knew a good way to put myself to sleep when I had a restless night. Fun and functional, I like it.
Quin carefully pulled me onto his lap, making me wince as I straddled him. Okay, it better not be this painful every time. He lifted his knees, and I rested my back against his thighs. He was like a delicious, shirtless, sexy man-chair. “I pried you out of Duke’s arms once I got back,” he explained. His eyebrows lightly pushed together. “I’m sorry I left, Elora,” he added.
“You didn’t lock yourself in the basement again, did you?” I pouted. I didn’t want him doing that.
“No, I went on a walk.” He smiled. “Speaking of–” he reached over to my nightstand and grabbed a small stone. “I found one of those rocks you like,” he held it out to me.
I grinned hugely, looking down at the rock that had a clear quartz chunk on it. “Awe, I love it, Quin!” I leaned forward and kissed him. I felt him smile as he softly kissed me back.
I pulled away after a few seconds, wanting to put my new stone on my shelf with the others. I hopped off him, grimacing at the tenderness between my legs. I set the stone down on the shelf, looking at it with the others.
Rearranging the shelf several times, I tried to find the best order. I was having such a good morning, besides the soreness. I got a stone, I got kisses, and I got to organize!
Quin wrapped his arms around my ribcage, pulling me into his chest. “It looks very pretty in that spot,” he complimented. I grinned, feeling his lips on my neck. “Come shower with me?” He asked.
About time! None of them ever wanted to shower with me. I blinked up at him. “Is this you saying that I stink?” I joked.
He scooped me up into his arms and walked to my bathroom. “No, this is me saying I want to see you naked,” he smirked.
Oh. I giggled. “Say the magic word,” I teased. If he wanted to see me naked, he needed to say please.
He sat me down on the counter, giving me a pointed look. “Strike two,” he smirked, a clear challenge in his gaze.
I gasped, my face heating up in a blush. “No!” I covered his mouth with my hands, hoping and praying that Felix didn’t hear him. Was he trying to get me killed? I glanced at the door before looking back at him. “I didn’t do anything,” I whispered, taking my hands away from his mouth.
He looked amused as he cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, you thought I was talking about this morning?” He started. “No, Doll. I’m referring to yesterday at dinner. That was strike two,” he said evilly. “Now, please, get naked,” he added, his lips turning up into a not-so-innocent smile.
Not believing what I was hearing, I could only gawk at him. The look he and Felix gave each other… I should have known Quin was in on it. I wasn’t even teasing either of them, I was teasing Duke! …And look how that turned out.
Man, I had a lot to learn from them. Duke couldn’t be manipulated like he used to. Felix and Quin are punishing me for the smallest of things. Lucifer was cruel, and I didn’t even want to try to tease him in any way. Eugene wanted to put things in my butt and was way too happy about it. Theo could manipulate me so easily, all he had to do was give me one of his stupid smiles, and I crumbled. Dane was my saving grace; he was the least intense out of them all, which was shocking with Duke in the mix.
For years, I’d known them like the back of my hand. Now, sexually, as lovers instead of friends, I barely knew them at all. Duke was a completely different person, and so was Lucifer. Felix got ten times scarier. Quin–my sweet Quin suddenly wanted to punish me.
I bet if I went to sweet talk Felix, maybe he’d let me out of whatever punishment he and Quin had planned for me. Yup! That was what I’d do. But for now, it was time to get Quin out of his clothes.
Holding the counter’s edge, I lowered myself back onto the ground, my bare feet cold against the tile. He watched me carefully as I walked over and turned the shower on.
Making sure I had his full attention, I lifted Duke’s shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor. My nipples hardened against the cool air, and goosebumps pricked my skin. I hooked my thumbs around the boxers and wiggled out of them. They pooled at my feet, and I softly kicked them, making them land on his feet.
Quin’s eyes roamed my body, and my cheeks lit up like a Christmas tree. He smirked. “Do you really think teasing me is wise, Babydoll?” He warned.
“You said get naked. I’m just doing what I’m told,” I gave him a sweet smile before stepping into the warm shower. He didn’t say I couldn’t be a little sexy with it, did he?
I busied myself with taking my hair out of its braid. It was so knotted after being in Lucifer’s bed, then Duke’s last night, and mine. With one hand, I brushed my teeth, and the other struggled to finger-brush the knots.
I finally finished getting it out of the braid a few minutes later and washed it.
Quin stepped in behind me, and I turned to look at him. I fought with all my might not to immediately look down at his naked groin. I must have been weak-willed because my eye line immediately fell the second he leaned forward to adjust the water.
I raised my eyebrows, wondering if they were all… well-endowed. Quin was a bit more girthy than Duke and a bit shorter. He wasn’t small by any means. “Fuck, you look so pretty when you want cock,” Quin’s voice broke me out of my trance, and I looked up at him with wide eyes, feeling caught. He pulled me flush against his chest, and I felt his dick pressing into my abdomen. His lips were centimeters away from mine as he whispered. “Kiss me,” he ordered.
I blushed, my stomach clenching at the thought of him in me. Yes, please… I stood on my toes, placing a soft kiss on his lips. His hand wrapped itself around my throat and pulled me up, impossibly closer to him.
Quin devoured my mouth for what felt like an eternity, roughly taking exactly what he wanted. His hand was tight around my throat, and I could barely stand on my toes with how he gripped me. It got steamy in more ways than one, with the hot water making the air thick.
He pushed me until my back hit the cold shower wall. I gasped, feeling his hand snake down my front until it was between my thighs.
He pulled away from my lips but didn’t loosen his grip on my neck. His eyes were bright red as he stared at me with an evil-looking smirk.
His finger lightly ran along my slit, making me squirm against him. My pulse spiked with nerves as I grabbed his wrist instinctually.
Quin froze like a sudden switch was turned on in his mind. His smirk changed to a dark, threatening gaze. I instantly let go, knowing that I messed up. His eyes glared down at me in a way that scared me, but it didn’t stop my girly parts from pulsing.
With fear evident in my rounded eyes, I stared up at him. A familiar look in his eyes told me he was communicating through their mind-link, but I didn’t question it.
Quin looked murderous as I tried to push myself further into the wall, but it was impossible. I quickly ducked under him, back under the water, putting some distance between us. “I’m sorry, it just happens–” I tried explaining, but he shut me up with his intense glare.
He cocked an eyebrow at me, “Do you know why you do it?” He asked in a tone that was far too calm with how upset he was.
I didn’t answer; I just stared at him, my heart pounding.
He gave my thigh a harsh slap, and I winced. “You will answer me,” he ordered.
“N–no,” I answered quickly. He intimidated me, but why was I soaking wet between my legs and not from the shower… Goodness, I was twisted.
Quin held my hands in his own, lightly running his thumbs over my palms. “Control,” he said. “If I want to play with your pussy, I will,” he stepped closer to me. “If I want to fingerfuck you, I will.” He pulled me forward by my hands, making me stumble into his chest. “If I want you to give up every last ounce of control you have,” he smirked, “You will.”
The air changed, and the hot water stopped hitting my back. I tensed, my blood running cold. I watched Quin as he smirked, looking behind me.
No way.
Turning slowly, I was met with a very naked and very intense-looking Felix.
Shit.
I felt so tiny between them, each more than a foot taller than me and almost three times as wide. I bit my lip, knowing I was in big trouble. The worst part was they looked smug about it, almost as if it was planned.
I couldn’t talk myself out of this, that much was clear. But maybe I could sweet talk Felix into going easy on me. I didn’t know what they were going to do, and a sick part of me was excited to find out.
“Hi, Daddy,” I tried to say sweetly as I looked up at Felix through my lashes, but my voice came out small and scared.
He smirked, his thumb pulling my bottom lip down. “Awe, Baby,” he pushed his eyebrows together, giving me a false look of sympathy. He leaned down, pressing a kiss against my lips, “That’s not going to work,” he whispered.
I gasped as something cold clicked around my wrist. I looked down, seeing a silver pair of metal handcuffs. Felix skillfully cuffed my other wrist before I had time to react. How did I not notice those in his hand?!
Quin grabbed the chain between the cuffs, moving my hands over my head. “It’s time for you to learn how to keep your hands to yourself, Doll,” he said as he hooked the cuffs around the shower head.
My arms and torso were stretched to the maximum, with the showerhead several inches above me. I stood there, entirely bare for them, my body on full display, with warm water dripping down my skin. The only way I was getting out of this was if they unhooked me. I couldn’t get the cuffs over the showerhead myself.
My shower was huge, easily fitting the three of us. Felix stood at my side and Quin in front of me. My chest rose and fell rapidly, anticipation killing me.
Felix moved my hair behind me, his fingertips burning my neck wherever they touched. “Do you know what a safe word is, Baby?” He asked.
I shook my head. “No?”
He ran his hand down my torso, his touch soft like little butterfly kisses. “A safe word is a word you say when you want to stop. If you say your safe word, everything stops immediately, do you understand?” He explained.
Well, why not just say stop? I nodded. “Yes–”
“Ask them to explain. Don’t lie.” Lucifer demanded in my mind. “Can’t I just say stop?” I asked with a blush.
Felix smiled, seeming happy that I asked, which confused me. “When you told Duke to take it out last night, did you mean it?” He asked.
It hurt badly, but I didn’t want to stop. “No, not really,” I admitted.
Felix nodded. “That’s the difference. If you say stop, we will, but it might be more of a pause or check-in. But if you use your safe word, we’ll know we crossed a physical, emotional, or even moral boundary,” he explained.
Oh. I liked that idea, but I doubt I’d ever use it. “Why are you telling me this?” I asked.
“Because you might need it today,” Quin answered.
Felix studied me. “Using your safe word isn’t bad, Baby. It’s a very good thing, and you need to be comfortable saying it. We’re going to push you and test your limits,” he added with an evil smirk.
My lips parted as I stared at them in shock. What were they going to do…
“Pick a word, Babydoll,” Quin ordered.
Oh jeez. I liked cookies? They were sweet and sugary, and I wouldn’t accidentally say it during sex. Sugar? No, it doesn’t really roll off the tongue. Flour? No. I raised my eyebrows, “Vanilla?” I thought.
Quin smiled. “I like it,” he shared a glance with Felix that I couldn’t read.
Felix adjusted the shower head, moving it up higher. I whimpered, barely able to stand on my toes now. I squirmed, my arms starting to hurt from being strained.
Quin stepped closer to me, his hand cupping my girly parts again. “Are you still sore?” He asked.
I nodded, “Uh-huh.” He smirked, “Good.”
He plunged two fingers into me without any warning. I cried out, flinching against the cuffs. I didn’t know whether to cry or moan at the mix between discomfort and pain.
Felix moved behind me, lifting me up by my thighs and spreading them open. My thighs were in the splits, bent at my knees. “Watch his fucking fingers,” Felix ordered. “Watch him use your little pussy while you’re restrained,” he growled into my ear.
I looked down, watching Quin roughly pumping his fingers into me. His hand was covered in veins and looked strong against my much softer skin. I moaned, feeling myself close already. It was all so overwhelming–their words, my position, having them both in here using me for their own pleasure, and Quin’s fingers.
Quin went faster, his hand slapping against my pussy, splashing water from the force. I yipped, trying to close my legs, but Felix held them. “You want to cum, Doll?” Quin asked, his free hand gripping my cheeks.
I nodded, desperate for a release.
Quin impossibly pushed his fingers into me faster, and I clenched around him. “Words,” he warned.
I gasped. “Yes! Please…” I whimpered.
Quin smirked, and I started to cum, but everything stopped as he pulled his fingers out of me. “No!” I cried, a painful ache between my legs as my orgasm slipped away from me.
Quin pulled my face close to his. “Bad girls don’t get to cum,” he said in a low voice.
I squirmed against Felix, hating that I didn’t get to finish. It was cruel.
Felix let go of my thighs, and I once again struggled to stand on my tiptoes. I felt his dick against my ass, resting between my cheeks. I widened my eyes, feeling how hard and big he was. I absentmindedly rubbed against him, loving the way he felt against me.
Felix’s hand was around my throat in a second, stopping my movements. “Look at you, so desperate for cock,” he husked into my ear, sending chills down my spine. “You want me to punish-fuck my little pussy? Hm? Is that what you want?”
Another wave of arousal crashed into me, and I moaned. My body felt like it was on fire. Punish-fuck? I knew I didn’t like being punished, but that didn’t sound bad…
Quin smirked. “Awe, look how pathetic she looks. Poor Baby can’t even make decisions for herself,” he said with false sympathy.
I felt a piece of myself, the part that needed to be in control of everything, my need for everything to be my way, fade away. With one
sentence from Quin, I slipped into a state I’d never experienced before, and I liked it.
For once, I wasn’t thinking about the right thing to do, organizing my thoughts, micromanaging everything around me, or making decisions. I had no desire to make any decisions right now, and my mind felt free. The annoying nag that was always there ceased to exist.
I blinked up at Quin, my eyes hazy and full of love. “Use me,” I practically begged, giving them complete control.
A satisfied smirk fell on his lips as he gave Felix a look.
Felix unlocked the cuffs, allowing my arms to fall to my sides. I sighed, relieved that my arms weren’t sore. That relief was short-lived as he re- cuffed my wrists behind my back.
Felix placed his hand on my lower back. “Bend over,” he ordered.
I bent at the waist, stopping when I was parallel to the floor. I gasped, feeling Felix’s huge tip probe my entrance, rubbing up and down my slit teasingly.
Quin fisted his hand in my hair, pulling my head back, forcefully making me look up at him. “Open,” he rasped, his other hand around his dick.
I opened my mouth, eager to taste him. He placed his tip against my lips, pushing himself into my mouth.
I moaned, feeling Felix slowly enter me. I whimpered around Quin’s dick, feeling stretched and sore again. But I loved it.
Felix moaned as he slowly buried himself inside me; the sound was music to my ears. “You’re so fucking tight, Baby,” he cursed.
Quin rubbed his tip against my tongue, a deep moan escaping his perfect lips. “Wrap your lips around me,” he ordered.
I closed my lips around him, and he pushed himself further into my mouth. I softly bobbed my head, sucking half of him into my mouth. His head fell back as he moaned, using my hair as leverage to push me further down into him. “Fuck, your little mouth is just what I needed.”
Felix grabbed my wrists and thrust into me. I cried onto Quin’s dick, my eyes welling with tears. He was massive, and I was glad he gave me a few minutes to get used to him as Duke did.
Both started thrusting into me, using me like I begged them to. I tried screaming in pleasure, but it came out muffled as Quin pushed himself down my throat.
I coughed when he took it out, drool running down my chin. “Such a dirty slut,” he mumbled before taking my throat again. I was fighting the urge to gag as he slid down my throat, stopping my breathing.
Felix slapped my ass hard, and I gasped around Quin’s cock, tingles erupting like ripples from where he hit me. “I’ve wanted to bruise your perfect skin ever since I got back,” he groaned, slapping me again.
I flinched, feeling close to cumming again. I needed to cum, they couldn’t torture me like that again.
Quin pulled out, allowing me to breathe. I took in a big breath of air. “Please let me cum, Daddy,” I cried out with tears falling down my cheeks.
Quin shut me up, thrusting himself down my throat again. He chuckled. “What do you think, Felix? Has she earned it?” He teased.
I whimpered, trying to say yes, but talking with Quin’s dick in my mouth was impossible.
Felix grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto him. I moaned, my vision becoming blurry as he hit the perfect spot. Oh my goodness… please. “Cum for us, Baby,” Felix moaned.
My whole body shook, and I immediately came. Quin pulled out of me, and the shower was filled with my moans and whimpers.
Felix didn’t let up on his thrusts, making my orgasm last for what felt like forever. Felix slapped my ass again. “If you want to cum so bad, let’s see how many you can take before your legs give out,” he threatened.
Quin pushed himself into my mouth again, grabbing my head with his hands and roughly bobbing my head on him. “I’m going to cum down that pretty little throat, and you’re going to swallow it all,” he said lowly.
I nodded, my eyes hazily blinking up at him. He was so handsome… I wanted him to feel good like I was. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, ignoring the soreness in my jaw.
Felix’s thrusts became faster and more sloppy, his grunts and moans pushing me over the edge again as I came for the second time.
My hands shook behind my back, and my legs trembled, struggling to stay up against Felix’s powerful thrusts.
I felt Quin twitch in my mouth and moan. “Fuck, Elora,” he moaned as he spilled his cum down my throat.
I swallowed mouthfuls of his sweet-tasting cum, overjoyed that I made him feel good. He pulled out of my mouth, and I gasped for air, looking up at him dreamily.
Felix slammed my hips against his, a loud wet clapping sound filling the room. I whimpered, feeling overwhelmed. “Daddy,” I moaned.
“Daddy’s cumming, Baby,” he moaned. “Fuck you’re going to milk my cock of everything I have.”
A warm, full feeling spread through me as he came inside me. I cried out again, clenching around him as I came.
My legs finally gave out from under me, and if Felix hadn’t been holding me, I would have fallen onto the floor. My mind felt completely fuzzy, but I was proud of myself for lasting this long.
Felix wasted no time as he brought my shoulders back, lifting me to an upright position. Felix kissed the tears on my cheeks, still inside me. “I don’t think she’s had enough, Quin,” he smirked.
I whimpered, looking between the two. What did he mean?! I couldn’t take any more of this. I wanted to lie down and have a little nap.
As if on cue, the shower curtain was softly pulled back, revealing Lucifer, a smug grin on his lips.
I didn’t think I’d stopped blushing this entire time, but if it was possible, I turned darker. He leaned against the wall, holding something out to Quin. It was some kind of handle with a rounded end, like a microphone.
I pushed my eyebrows together, confused. He wasn’t here to save me? To take these cuffs off and carry me to safety? What the hell did he give Quin, and what was with the grin?
Lucifer smirked at me. “Scream for me, Kitten. I’ll be listening,” he said lowly as he turned and walked away.
With round eyes, I watched him walk away. “Lucifer?”
Quin pressed a switch on the thing, and it started buzzing. I narrowed my eyes at it as he placed it against my clit.
I sharply gasped, flinching against Felix as it sent waves of pleasure through me. Felix gently rocked his hips, and I shuddered.
“How many are we at, Baby? Three?” Quin asked.
I tried my hardest to think, but I honestly couldn’t remember. My mind was utterly mush.
Quin smirked, pressing another button on the torture device. If possible, it vibrated faster, almost painfully, against my clit as I came again.
I couldn’t help the scream that escaped, my body becoming jello in Felix’s strong arms. It was all too much. The orgasms–as delightful as they were–were starting to push me over the edge.
Quin ran his thumb across my cheek, wiping away a tear, “Feeling sleepy?” He asked, and I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me or not; my brain wasn’t working like it usually did. I could truly only focus on the throbbing between my legs.
Felix pulled out of me, and I whimpered at the tenderness. I thought it was bad before, but now it was fresh, and I doubted I’d be able to sit right for a few days.
Quin pressed the button again, and I thrashed against Felix, my vision starting to blur. “Vanilla!” I finally gave in, unable to take another second of this. It was too much to handle.
Quin pulled the thing away, setting it down on the side of the shower. Felix released my hands from the cuffs, placing gentle kisses on my shoulder.
Felix hugged my shoulders, supporting most of my weight. “Shh, you’re okay, Baby. You did amazing,” he cooed into my ear.
My body was shaking violently, and I couldn’t stop it. Everything felt numb, and when Felix tried to put me down, I couldn’t stand on my own legs.
Quin grabbed me, holding me up by my waist. “You lasted much longer than I expected,” he moved us into the water again. I looked around, noticing Felix wasn’t in the shower anymore. “I’m so proud of you, Babydoll,” he praised.
I blinked slowly, smiling up at him. My mind felt so funny; I was acting weird too. Sex was what I thought hard drugs would have felt like. Not that I ever imagined hard drugs at all–but if I had to guess, they would feel like this.
Quin took a cloth and gently cleaned my thighs, washing away any stickiness. He got close to my clit, and I flinched, whimpering. I was way too sensitive down there, and I didn’t want anything even near my girly parts.
Quin put the cloth down and turned the shower off. When he opened the curtain, Felix was there with a warm towel in hand. Felix gave it to Quin, and he wrapped it around my still-shaking body.
Felix was wearing sweatpants now, his chest was still a little damp. He took me from Quin as he dried off. “Do you want to get dressed or take a nap?” Felix asked.
Was that really a question he had to ask? “Definitely nap,” I groggily answered.
He smirked. “I thought so. Come on, let’s get you to Duke before he has an aneurysm,” he smirked down at me, but I didn’t understand what that meant.
Felix carried me bridal style into my bedroom. Duke was sitting on the edge of my bed, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands folded together, looking worried. What was wrong with him?
He widened his eyes, taking my shaking, towel bundled self in. He stood up, walking over to us. “Baby, you’re shaking,” he observed, his tone filled with worry.
He’d be shaking, too, if he just went through what I did.
Felix handed me to Duke, who almost protectively squeezed me in his arms.
Quin walked out of my bathroom with boxers on. He smirked, “Are you gonna live?” He asked.
I nodded. “I’m fine,” I murmured, though exhaustion was clearly taking its toll.
Quin smiled at me. “Oh, I know, Babydoll. You’re just pleasantly drowsy.” He then turned his attention to Duke. “I was actually talking to Duke,” he said with a pointed look.
Confused, I blinked slowly, too tired to grasp what Duke might be concerned about.
Duke gave Quin a warning glance before picking me up and carrying me out of the room. “Are you okay, Baby?” he asked softly.
I nodded again. “I’m just tired. Will you come to sleep with me?” I yawned, snuggling into his chest.
He settled onto his bed, pulling the blankets over us. I felt cozy as he removed the wet towel and held me close. “You never cease to surprise me, Elora,” he whispered.
“You love surprises,” I mumbled sleepily. “I love you.”
