Page 159 of Redeemed

When Haven tries to push against us, Colton grabs onto her head to keep her in place. We both hold her there, her nose pressed to his stomach, until her eyes flutter shut. I let her off his dick then, but only long enough that she can catch her breath. Then I’m shoving her back, forcing her to be fleshlight she knows she is.

“Hard nipples, dripping pussy, and she’s practically grinding against my hand.” Xander bites at Haven’s shoulder. “Almost like you’re actually enjoying sucking your bully’s dick, you sick freak.”

I yank on Haven’s hair, forcing her head back until her face is pointed at the ceiling. With me hovering over her, her eyes lock on mine immediately. Saliva runs down her chin, her cheeks are covered in tear tracks, and her chest is heaving.

“Is this what you’ve wanted all along, you stupid slut?” I taunt. “For your three bullies to use your body however they see fit? To force you to come like the pathetic whore we all know you really are?”

I think it’s the first time I’ve admitted it out loud—that we’re her bullies. I’ve thought it dozens of times, but the verbal admission hits me straight in the chest. It aches, but if having Haven under our possession is the result, then I can’t say I’m fully regretful.

Her bottom lip trembles, but she nods. I spit on her face, watching her wince, and it lights up something inside me. This is just the beginning of slowly molding her into our plaything.

Grabbing onto Haven’s jaw, Colton holds her in place while he fucks her face relentlessly. He watches with detached interest as she sputters and gags, never once slowing down for her benefit. The whole time, Xander keeps rubbing her pussy, and I move to play with her tits.

“Fuck,” Colton grunts.

He pulls out and strokes his cock roughly in front of Haven’s face. Moments later, his cum is shooting onto her cheeks, and she jerks back. I don’t let her go far. This is part of her job, too. She’ll take our cum however we want—her face, her tits, her ass, inside her—fucking anywhere.

“Suck,” Colton commands, releasing a strained breath when Haven gently sucks the last bit of cum out of him. “Christ, angel.”

Standing, Xander takes Colton’s place. “It’s my turn.”

His dick is already out, and I realize he must’ve been jerking himself off while fingering Haven with his other hand. Makes sense. He’s never had that much patience, especially when it comes to sex.

Haven is gasping and sniffling, and her body is riddled with tension, but she hasn’t called her safeword. She’s trying so hard. Not to avoid punishment from us—we promised we wouldn’t do that—but because she wants this.

Even when I was pissed off during our renegotiations, I could hear the desperation in Haven’s voice. She doesn’t want to stay like this, afraid of sex and frozen in a different time. She wants to move on. To heal. This is one hell of a method for it, but she’s right.Shedecides how she’ll work through this.

But that doesn’t mean I won’t make sure we stop if it becomes too much for her, even if she doesn’t use her safeword.

Xander leans down like he’s going to kiss Haven, and just as she starts to lift her face toward him, he course corrects with a smirk. Grabbing my jaw, Xander yanks me toward him and slams his lips to mine. The kiss turns instantly possessive, and I feel my insides melting as he roughly shoves his tongue into my mouth.

“You wanna be a good boy for me?” he asks quietly when he pulls away.

“Always.”

He smiles, just for me. “Then keep playing with her pussy. Edge her. Work her up until you turn her into a brainless slut who only thinks with her cunt.”

At that, Haven gasps. “No—”

But Xander has already shoved his cock into her mouth. His movements are rough. Heartless, even. He fucks Haven’s mouth like she’s nothing but a toy. Right now, that really is all she is.

When Xander pushes into her throat, Haven gags, but she’s not struggling. With my body forcing her close to Xander from behind her, it’s not like she has anywhere to go, anyway.

It takes a while to work Haven up to the point of near-orgasm. She’s fighting it, I think, or maybe it’s the lingering trauma and panic in her brain. Xander had similar issues when we were younger. The church his mom dragged him to poisoned his mind and filled him with so much guilt. I almost lost him to it.

But we pulled him out—me and his dad. It’s why I’ll always be obsessively protective over him. No one will ever hurt Xander like that again.

As Haven arches her back against me, a small part of me hopes that this is doing the same thing for her. From a distance, I’ve watched her shed belief after belief from her upbringing. Maybe this is the last one she needs to wrestle with.

Xander pulls out to give Haven a break. I’m half expecting her to call her safeword, but she doesn’t. Just gasps and sputters. Once she’s caught her breath, she has nothing to focus on but my finger stroking over her clit. She whines and tries to shift away from me, but I don’t let her.

“Listen to her. Whimpering like a pathetic fucking dog.” Xander spits on her face, and the saliva mixes with Colton’s cum. He grins when Haven grimaces. “You should be embarrassed.”

Colton is still standing over us next to Xander, and his lips part at whatever expression Haven is making. “Shit, she’s gonna come. Luc, stop.”

Immediately, I yank my hand away from Haven’s body.

“No,” she cries, and the moment she realizes she said that out loud, she hangs her head in shame and sobs.

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