Blackthorn Elite: The Entire Series

by Beck, J. L.

  “Just tell me why you’re so mad,” I whisper, but Cam just gets out of the car without a word. I take a deep breath before getting out of the car myself and follow him inside. I’m scared of what’s to come, it’s like looking into dark waters and knowing a shark is lurking beneath the surface, but you just don’t know where.

  Neither of them has ever physically hurt me, but I’m starting to wonder how much longer this can all go on before they do. As soon as we make it through the front door, Easton appears in the doorway of the living room.

  “What the fuck were you thinking?” he yells, his voice booming through the hallway, causing me to jump.

  “I was just getting a coffee. I don’t understand why you guys are so mad. Cam said I could go as long as I was back at eight. It’s only seven-thirty.”

  “I said you could go see Grams!” Cam yells from beside me, his body twitching, probably because he wants to kill me.

  “And I did, but then Katie asked me to meet up for coffee, and I didn’t think it would be a big deal,” I stand up for myself. “I texted you—”

  “Did you tell her anything?” Easton cuts me off, his gaze narrowing.

  “What? No… I would never. It was just coffee…”

  “I told you letting her go was a mistake.” Easton shoves a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling out of him. Something inside of me snaps, and I take a step back and shake my head at both of them.

  “Letting me go?” I question, finally losing it. I’ve had enough, I can’t let them treat me like this any longer. “I’m not a thing or a prisoner, and I’m not with either of you. I’m not dating you guys. I’m just here, living in this stupid house with two psychotic men, who I witnessed kill someone. I’m tired of being treated like shit. I’m tired of being talked down to,” I yell, “I’m a human, and I’m allowed to visit my grandma and have coffee with a friend if I want to.”

  Easton blinks. I watch as shock slowly appears in his eyes before it morphs into pure blind rage. Dread curls in my gut, and I know that I’ve made a mistake. No doubt about it, I’m going to regret saying what I did by the end of the night.

  He closes the distance between us with superhuman speed. I barely have time to gasp in shock as he grabs me and hauls me over his shoulder. His touch is bruising as he walks to the bedroom and tosses me onto the bed. I bounce against the mattress once before scrambling backward toward the headboard.

  “If you’re going to hurt me, just do it already. I’m tired of being trapped here. Tired of feeling like I’m going insane.” Tears sting my eyes, but I blink them away. I will not give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

  “You think you’re trapped?” Easton tilts his head to the side, and I can tell the moment the switch inside his head flips. The Easton I know is gone; this is a side of him that I’ve never seen before.

  59

  Cameron

  Fire burns in her gray eyes, and I swear my cock grows as hard as steel. There is something about her, something that I don’t understand. It’s like she wants us to hurt her. She tempts us, provoking the beasts inside of us. She knows how dangerous we are, how evil we are, and yet she pushes us until we’re at our limits.

  “I don’t think I’m trapped; I know I am,” she replies defiantly. Easton’s already seething, and if she doesn’t watch herself, she’ll be in for a world of hurt. Even though I’m angry, I’m not as short-tempered as him. “I’m tired of being treated like crap, like a slave to your needs.” Her lip curls with anger, and I want to bite it. Taste her anger on my tongue.

  Easton glares at me over his shoulder, and I know what he wants. He wants to subdue her, show her just how vile we can be. I also know that he’s looking for my permission, he wants to make sure that I am with him on this. Unfortunately for Stella, I am.

  Giving him a slight nod, I watch as the corner of his mouth tucks upward, forming a diabolical smirk.

  “You know what I think?” Easton asks in a low tone, “I think we’ve been treating you too well. We’ve been giving you too much freedom. I don’t think we’ve been treating you like a slave, but maybe we should. Maybe that’s exactly what you want or better yet need?”

  Even from across the room, I can see Stella shaking on the bed. Her back is against the headboard, and her legs are pulled up to her chest. Her body language tells me she is scared, but when I look into her steel-gray eyes, I can see something more hiding right beneath the surface… desire. She wants this, but she’s just too damned ashamed and afraid to admit it. Lucky for her, we know her body better than even she does.

  “I think you are right, Easton. This might be exactly what she needs.”

  “No,” Stella whimpers like a wounded animal as she scoots closer to the headboard, pressing her back against it like she can get away from us. It’s too late for that now, there is no escaping us anymore, maybe there never was.

  Walking around the bed, her eyes jump between Easton and me. He gets a pair of handcuffs from his drawer while I stalk around the bed like a predator. There was only one other time Stella has seen me like this, and that’s the first night we met. Up until this point, I’ve never had a reason to show this side of myself.

  When I’m right beside the bed, her eyes lock on mine, and I know she sees it too.

  Fear overcomes her, and she tries to make a run for it. Leaping off the bed, she tries to get past me, but I’m much quicker than her. Easton is by our side the next instant, and together, we start taking her clothing off. Her arms are flailing, and her legs are kicking as she tries to fight us, but we overcome her with ease.

  Grabbing her arms, I pull them behind her back, and Easton slaps the handcuffs on her wrists. When she is completely naked and even more helpless than before, I drop her on the bed face first so we can take our own clothes off.

  “I hate you,” she mumbles into the mattress, attempting to crawl away. Tossing my shirt to the floor, I land a hard slap to her bare ass. A gasp of pleasure slips past her lips.

  “No, you don’t,” Easton answers. “And maybe that’s the problem. Maybe we need to give you a real reason to feel that way.”

  Both naked now, we crawl onto the bed. Stella tries to wiggle away, but I grab her ankle and pull her back toward me. Easton grabs her other ankle and does the same, spreading her wide as he does.

  “Of course, you’re wet,” I say when I see her arousal glistening on the folds of her pussy.

  Easton is already holding the lube in his hand. Opening the top, he squirts a good amount on her ass cheek before closing the cap and tossing the container away. Using my free hand, I rub the liquid into her skin, moving between her legs as I do. I leave my thumb pressed against her tight asshole, massaging it, but like the lioness that she is, she fights us, doing her best to keep her legs closed.

  “You better relax that ass for us, or this is going to really hurt,” I tell her just as I push my thumb inside, forcing the tight ring of muscles to give way. She groans and arches her back into my touch while I push my thumb deeper and deeper. I pump it in and out a few times, before pulling away and replacing it with two fingers. I stretch her, preparing her for Easton’s cock.

  Easton and I both watch as her ass swallows my fingers beautifully. The lube making them slide in and out with ease.

  “I think she’s ready,” Easton says, sounding every bit as impatient as I am right now. He lies down next to her on the mattress, and motions for me to hand her to him. Grabbing her hips, I hoist her up and flip her around, so she is facing me.

  “What are you doing?” she asks, her eyes wide and brimming with lust, and all I can do is smile. She fights us so hard, and yet here she is, panting with need for our cocks.

  “Fucking you,” I tell her as I place her on Easton’s chest. He grabs her hips and lines himself up with her ass. Pre-come beads at the tip of my cock as I watch Easton sink himself into her tight little asshole inch by inch.

  Her head falls back against his chest, and her tits push out as she slowly leans ba
ck. With her hands cuffed behind her back, Easton’s dick in her ass, and her legs spread out for me, she looks like the most delicious buffet I’ve ever seen… and I’m a starving man.

  It’s time for me to take my share.

  “Tell me you want me in your pussy? Tell me that you want both of us to fuck you together. That you need both cocks,” I order and pinch her chin between two fingers. Her pink lips part, and her tongue darts out. Easton thrusts deep in her ass, and I know it’s hard for her to focus, but she isn’t getting my dick until she admits she wants both of us.

  I stroke my own cock, looking down at her glistening pussy that’s begging for me to fuck it before directing my attention back to her face. “Say it, Stella…

  “I want your cock…”

  “And?” I grin. “Where do you want it?”

  She starts to pant, her eyes heavy with pleasure, “In my pussy…”

  “Say you want both our cocks, and I’ll reward you with a long hard fuck.”

  “Yes,” she groans, “I want both of your cocks. Please…” I release her chin and smile with satisfaction as I move between her legs. Sliding my cock through her folds, I gather her arousal against the head of my cock before I push into her tight channel slowly. My mouth waters as I watch her pussy swallow the head of my cock. If I didn’t believe it before, I do now. She was made for us.

  Having Easton in her ass makes her pussy even tighter, so tight it’s hard to gain entry, but I still do. I thrust deep until every inch of my cock is inside of her, and her face is scrunched up into an expression that mirrors both pain and pleasure.

  “So full,” she mutters, her eyes squeezed shut. Her body is tense, and I know I need her to relax before I can really start fucking her. She’s squeezing me so tight, I can barely breathe. My balls tighten, and if I really wanted to, I could come right now, but I’m not selfish. If anyone gets to come first, it’s going to be Stella.

  Running my hands up and over her chest, I gently stroke her breasts before cupping one in my hand. So soft and perfect. I pinch the dusky pink tip between my fingers and then roll it alternating between bites of pain and pleasure. Easton brushes the thick mane of blonde hair away from her neck and peppers kisses against her tender skin there. I can basically see her melting between us, her body like a chocolate bar. Finally, she’s giving herself over to the sensations, accepting us into her body.

  “That’s it, relax,” I coo, as I pick up speed. With every thrust, I edge closer to heaven, knowing that when I come, I’m gonna come so hard I’ll see stars. Fuck, she feels so good, too good. No way should sex feel this good between us. At a punishing pace, we work her body, it doesn’t take long for her to start falling apart.

  “I’m coming…” She whimpers as her eyes flutter closed, and her body ripples with pleasure, her pussy clenching around my cock.

  “Fuck,” I growl.

  “Jesus fucking Christ…” Easton grunts as he forces his cock into her ass. “Do that again, and I’m going to explode in your ass,” he confesses, pain lacing his words, and I get it. I want to go off like a rocket right now, but I also want her to come again.

  Moving a hand between our bodies, I stroke her diamond hard clit, feeling her release drip down my balls.

  “You want our come inside you, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whimpers, her eyes hazy with post-orgasmic pleasure.

  “Good… I need you to come again. Fall apart all over my cock, show me how much you want both of us. Let us fill you with our come until it’s dripping out of you. Until you’re nothing but a melty mess of come, tears, and pleasure.”

  “Oh…” Her mouth forms an O, and her eyes go wide as I rub my cock against the soft tissue at the top of her pussy. “It… it hurts… I can’t...” She grimaces, and I know we’re pushing her to her limits, but I’m not stopping until she comes again. I’ll fuck her all day if I have to.

  “You can, and you will.” I harden my words and pinch her clit hard, “Make that pussy gush, come, now!” I order and watch as the pleasure encompasses her.

  “Oh, god. Oh, god…” She starts to come then, her pussy clenching me so hard my eyes roll to the back of my head. I thrust harder and deeper and start to come too.

  “Shit, shit… I’m coming,” Easton roars as he thrusts faster and faster.

  I clench my jaw and let the pleasure slam into me, wave after wave crashes against me as I empty every drop of my release into her tight cunt.

  Entirely spent, my cock softens, and I slip out of her, watching as a mixture of her release and my own drip out of her pussy.

  “You belong to us, and if you didn’t believe it before, you better now. There is nothing you can do to escape us, nothing you can do to get away. You like what we do to you, you like that we use your body, and fuck you savagely, and that’s okay. We’re all a little fucked up, and that’s okay because the best people are a little bit broken.”

  Easton pulls out of her gently, after emptying himself inside her ass, and my cock starts to harden all over again at the image of both of her holes dripping with sticky white come. E rolls her over onto her side and moves off the bed.

  “Will you uncuff me now?” she questions, her eyes heavy. I look to Easton, and I can tell he wants to keep her like this, to teach her a lesson and as soft as I am for her, I know she needs this lesson. She needs to see that we’ve been treating her well, because maybe then she’ll appreciate us more.

  “No, you’ll stay like this until we see fit,” Easton tells her. Her eyes widen in shock, and she looks up at me like she expects me to say something, but I just shake my head at her.

  Both of us get dressed and walk out of the room, leaving her just like that, filled with our come, and consumed with pleasure.

  * * *

  An hour later, I walk into Easton’s room and find Stella asleep, still lying on her side. It’s been hard as fuck leaving her in here, but I’ve managed by keeping myself busy. As if she’s a lighthouse on a dark, deserted beach, I am drawn to her. Crawling up onto the bed, I sit beside her and trace my fingers over her delicate skin.

  She called herself our doll, our slave, but we don’t just want her around for sex. We want her around for everything. We want to fuck her, yes, but we also enjoy controlling her, owning her in a way. She’s so much more than just some girl we screw, she’s definitely nothing like any other girl before her. Moving my hand down, I find our come dry against her skin.

  Her pink pussy taunts me, and I move a finger between her folds, finding her little clit. I rub gentle circles against the nub until Stella starts to wake up. Then I move lower, pressing two fingers into her entrance. Tight like a glove, she squeezes my fingers as soon as I enter.

  “Mmmm,” she mewls into the mattress.

  “Mmmm, is right. Tell me who owns this pussy,” I order, pumping in and out of her.

  “You,” she croaks, her voice sleepy and her eyes still closed. “You and Easton. Both of you.”

  “Who gives you pleasure?” I move faster, taking note of her heavy breathing. She rolls over then and spreads her legs wide, giving me a perfect view.

  “You,” she whimpers, opening her eyes, she begs me for a release with them. Curling my fingers upward, I rub against her g-spot and watch as she erupts, and pleasure blooms in her features. As she floats down, I remove my fingers and gently stroke her folds.

  “Are you going to let me go now?” she whispers.

  I shake my head, “No. You accused us of treating you like a slave, so we’re going to show you what that really feels like. From today forward, you’re going to be our good little sex doll, and let us use you because that’s all you think you are to us.”

  Her eyes water and I can tell she’s fighting back tears, “That’s not what I meant, and you both know it. I’m just tired of being treated like I’m nothing to both of you. I want to be…” she pauses, probably trying to find the right words. “I don’t know, I just don’t want to be treated like a child. I want to be your equ
als.” My jaw hardens, and I stare at her for a long second. I understand what she’s saying, but I don’t know how to handle it.

  Having her be our equal would mean that we’d have to give up control over her. For that, we would have to trust each other deeply, and I don’t think we are there yet. We can’t put what happened behind us, it’s too soon.

  “Please, Cameron,” she pleads with me, her voice sounding small.

  “I will see what Easton wants to do, but for right now, this is how it’s going to be.” My chest aches when I see the hope in her eyes diminish, and her eyes fill with more tears. Pulling the blanket over her naked body, I cover her up as she curls into herself again.

  Neither of us want to really hurt her, but we’re all walking a fine line, and we will all either end up on one side or the other.

  The question is, will it be the side where she becomes ours or the one where we have no choice but to let her go.

  60

  Stella

  I spend the next day sulking and licking my wounds, while the guys treat me like a child that needs to be supervised. They didn’t leave me cuffed for long, thank god, but I might as well be on a leash. The only time I’m allowed to be alone is to use the bathroom.

  Mostly, I have been bored because Cam and Easton had to do school work, and they wouldn’t even let me help, which enrages me even more. Do they think I’m stupid? The only reason I’m not in college is money and the fact that I had Grams to care for. I could have easily gotten an academic scholarship.

  At least, now something is happening, even though I don’t know if this is a good or a bad thing. Cameron keeps me locked in his bedroom, while what I can only describe as a complete mass explosion takes place inside the house.

  “She fucking left, she just left,” a deep scary voice yells. The sound vibrates through the walls of the house, followed by something shattering against the floor. What the hell are they doing? It sounds like they are tearing this entire place apart.