Quiver, Book Eight

by Laura Avery

  I half laughed nervously as his eyes took in all my features.

  His fingers were in my hair and then moving down my breasts to my stomach, tracing small circles as he took his time mesmerizing every part of me. “All of this is mine, huh?” He pushed his nails forward and scratched against my stomach deeply. “I get to own this perfect body.”

  I groaned in agony. “Y-Yes, all yours.”

  His hands were behind my back within seconds, unhooking my bra and pushing it up to my chin so that my nipples were fully exposed. He leaned down and latched onto one with his lips aggressively, sucking ravenously like a baby who hadn’t gotten any milk in days and was starving, craving his sweet nectars of survival.

  My tied hands sank into the mattress and I sprawled my nails out, desperate to claw my way into something that somewhat resembled solid ground. I felt like I was floating up, up, away, sailing high above anything that could be considered safe.

  “Crap! Jackson!”

  He ignored me, still swirling his large tongue around my extremely sensitive nipples. “Does that sting, little lamb?” He looked up at me and then blew on my nipple roughly, causing a sharp tingle to creep into my entire breast.

  “Yes!”

  “Good.” He grinned and then did it again.

  I gasped and shook my head. “Jackson! Please!”

  “What?” he played stupid, using his free hand to yank on my other nipple roughly before latching onto the one he had been originally sucking on again and biting down on the most tender part.

  “IT STINGS!” I cried out, unable to control my tone.

  He bit down again, even harder this time, only pulling back when I let out another loud squeal. His hands were pinching the sides of my panties within seconds and then he was yanking them down past my knees and below my ankles before he slipped them off completely. I watched in awe as he brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply with closed eyes. “Fuck, now that’s what I call addicting, lamb. I want to consume every drop of those juices and smell them forever.”

  I tried to move my hands to my face to cover up my redness only to be reminded of my inability to move them all over again. I groaned in frustration, this game of his was growing more annoying by the second. The more it worked in his favor the less fun it was for me.

  He chuckled. “You’ll get used to it, lamb.”

  Yeah, I highly doubted it.

  “Open your mouth,” he told me, leaning forward to rest his arms on either side of my head as he looked down at me. His lips brushed against my temple, his breathing speeding up in anticipation. “Nice and wide, Emery.”

  I groaned slightly and spread my lips apart, expecting to feel his massive cock making its way down my throat at any moment. To my utter shock what I found instead was a soft piece of silk, lathered in juices. Oh, God, Jackson had stuck my moist panties in my mouth!

  “Yeah, just like that, Emery.” He whispered huskily against my ear. “You see how good you taste? Suck on your wet panties like the naughty little slut you are.” He leaned into my moans and crushed his lips on top of mine, kissing me with my panties still between my lips.

  I tried to find his lips but it was hard between all the silky wetness. I couldn’t believe I had my moist panties in my mouth! I had never done anything so dirty in my life! If he hadn’t of been so busy kissing me he would have seen how damn red my cheeks were for sure.

  He pulled his lips away and pushed the fabric deeper down my throat. “Yeah, just like that, Emery, suck on your panties for me just like a good girl.”

  My pussy was throbbing even harder than the rest of my body. I ran my tongue back and forth over the thin lace, giving him the show I knew that he craved. If anyone had ever told me they did this kind of thing, I was ashamed I would say that I would have judged him. It seemed so slutty, so dirty, and wrong. But, somehow, with Jackson, it didn’t feel like any of those things. It felt right. It felt hot.

  Jackson groaned and stood over me, planting his large frame firmly on the mattress. “Open your mouth, lamb.” He pushed his fingers inside without waiting for me to obey and pulled some of the fabric out so that there was a small opening to the right side. “I’m going to stick my huge hard cock inside of that mouth while you keep those wet little panties in there.”

  I could feel my eyes practically popping out of my head. He wanted to shove his huge pipe in my mouth! The same huge pipe that barely fit in my mouth when nothing else was jammed in there! Let alone my liquid filled panties!

  He was nuts! I would choke!

  I started to protest but before I could get too far he was shaking his head and moving the head of that huge snake toward my mouth with an evil glisten in his eyes. “Shh, don’t bother trying to talk me out of it, lamb, this is what I want, my minds made up, and we both know you always do whatever the fuck I want.”

  My stomach lunged harder into my throat. I had pushed him too far earlier, forced him to let his guard down with me, made him admit he felt something, anything for me. And now he was going to make me pay for it, showing weakness wasn’t an option for him and he was in the mood to remind me just how much.

  Still, he was right. He was always right.

  I was terrified of choking on his massive stiffness but I was also… curious? The thought of doing something so raunchy with him was overpowering my thoughts suddenly.

  “Fuck, lamb,” he mumbled as his perfect muscles moved even closer to me. “You don’t even know how good you look, sitting up like that with your hands pushed behind your head and your slutty panties dripping out of your mouth.” He glanced downward. “That clean pussy glistening with wetness in the darkness.”

  He pulled his growing cock away from me all of a sudden, enjoying the view a few seconds later before letting out a loud groan. “I want to remember you just like this, Emery. The vision will get me hard at a moments notice.” Before I could fully realize what was happening he was moving to the side of his bed and coming up with something shiny in his hand. “Smile, baby,” he whispered and then a row of flashes starting going off above me.

  He was taking my picture!

  I gasped and tried to stop him, shoving my bound hands up into the air and trying to make a grab for the phone. He was too fast, though, too strong and a second later it was back inside of his nightstand drawer. “Shh,” he soothed and pushed my hands back above my head. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m not going to show anyone else. That was all for me. You really think I would want anyone else to see you like this?” He shook his head. “You’re for my eyes only.”

  Then he was shoving his hugeness toward my face again and this time, he didn’t stop until he was all the way submerged, grinding his huge cock in and out along with my panties. He grinned down at me in pleasure. “Oh, my, fucking God, Emery!” He grinned, shaking his head as he started to pump even faster. “Do you even know how fucking good this looks right now?”

  I shook my head honestly. I had no idea what I looked like to him but I knew how good he looked to me. His body shining in all the right places, his toned arms holding his body above me as he thrust his massiveness in and out of my mouth. It was like being deflated your whole life and then suddenly being filled up, stuffed to the brim with everything you had been missing out on.

  I could feel my throat starting to close up at the contact, too much being shoved down my air pipes to function properly. Sure enough, a few moments later I started choking and a ton of spit was dripping down the front of my chin, lathering over Jackson’s cock, and then dripping down onto my chest.

  “Oh, fuck, lamb,” Jackson hollered. “Yeah! Don’t stop doing that! You can take a little more, I know you can, baby.” He shoved another inch of himself inside of my mouth. “You’re a go-getter, aren’t you, Emery? Show me just how far you’re willing to go to get the job done.” He was pumping over me roughly in desire. “Oh, good girl. Right there, suck me off just like that with your slutty panties in your mouth.”

  I kept coughing but I kept sucking, too.<
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  “Oh, fuck! Gag on my cock, Emery!”

  He didn’t have to ask since I already was.

  I could feel him growing even bigger in my mouth, getting more and more turned on with each passing second. And that made two of us, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to be able to control the ache between my legs much longer. Just when I was sure I was seconds away from exploding all over the sheets of his massive bed he yanked his cock out of my mouth and pulled the panties out right after.

  He roared in pleasure and placed them over my head, making them hang around my neck. He pinched his fingers through the fabric and yanked me forward as if it were a collar. He kissed me hard, still holding on to me tightly. When he finally pulled back he flipped my body over roughly so that my ass was sticking straight up in the air and my face was pushed down into the mattress.

  He grabbed the back of my panties again, yanking my head up from the back. “Look at that, you dirty, dirty girl. Your wet panties are going to stay right there, hanging from around your neck so that I can grab you any time I want, holding you in place.”

  He yanked harder and I let out a loud moan.

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  He may have been framing it as if it were a question but I knew better. He wasn’t asking me if I liked it or not. He was telling me I had better like it or else.

  “Yes, Jackson, yes.”

  “Yeah? You like having your filthy panties around your neck like the dirty girl you are, is that it?” He took the hand that wasn’t holding me up and ran it back and forth over my ass, slowly finding my crack and starting to run his finger up and down the space between my cheeks. “Damn,” he mumbled. “Just look at how sweet that ass looks, Emery.” He sounded like he was about to cum any second.

  I spread my legs further apart, following his lead. I knew what was coming even before he slipped his finger slowly into my crack and squeezed. I gasped at the contact and jolted upward. “Oh, God, Jackson! That’s too deep!”

  He growled and pulled his finger out. “Relax, baby, I haven’t even broken your pussy fully in yet. We’re going to master one task at a time but trust me when I tell you how I can’t wait to dive into that tight little asshole of yours.”

  Just the thought made my body turn stiff, Jackson could barely fit into my pussy, and he thought he was going to shove his massiveness into my asshole? He would tear me to shreds!

  He leaned down and shoved his face into my ass, sucking and kissing them all over. “It’s taking all my self-control not to shove my cock inside of that little hole, Emery.”

  I gasped in surprise as his tongue flicked in and out of my asshole with skill, sucking and kissing before he delivered lick after lick. God, that sure felt…

  Interesting?

  Different?

  No.

  Good.

  Way better than I thought it would.

  Fuck.

  He pulled his face out of my cheeks and delivered one last kiss to each of them. “I want my huge cock in every single one of your holes, my baby lamb.” He dug his nails into my butt cheeks and spread them open wide. “I’m the only one that will ever know how tight they feel or how good they taste.” His body was pushing harder over me, his hardness rubbing back and forth over my ass. “But for now, I’ll have to settle for that sweet cunt of yours.”

  Without another word, he shoved his huge cock so far into my pussy that I felt like it was in my stomach. I cried out in shock and glee but Jackson just placed his hand firmly on the back of my head, holding on to the back of my panties as he started pounding his huge cock in and out of me with so much force you would think he hadn’t cum in years.

  I couldn’t control the screams that were escaping my lips.

  I had gotten loud with him before but not like that, never like that. We were sure to wake up the whole house but it was hard to care when I was being stretched out and my body was being taken to another planet known as ecstasy.

  “Yeah,” he growled from behind me, pumping in and out of me harder and harder. “I love it when I make you scream, baby, I love it when you take it just like a good girl.” He slapped my ass and moaned loudly. “Who’s giving it to you, baby? Who’s tearing that tight pussy up?”

  “You!” I screamed. “God! You are!”

  “That’s right.” He slowed down a few strokes, taking his time as he pulled in and out of me with care. “Oh, God, I can see those juices flowing, you naughty girl. You need to cum, don’t you, baby? I can fucking see you on edge right now.”

  “Yes,” I groaned. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  “Then go ahead and cum, baby! Cum for your daddy!”

  My legs started trembling and my eyes rolled back in my head as I finally let my body go, reaching a climax so high that my screams were echoing in and out of the room around us.

  “Oh, God, yes, daddy likes that! He likes it a lot.” Jackson yanked his cock out of me, a few seconds later I felt his sticky hot cum shooting out and splashing over my ass.

  I gasped in shock. It was the first time he had ever not exploded inside of my pussy. He was shaking it up, trying something new, always surprising me.

  He was huffing over me in pleasure. “Now isn’t that a fucking sight. My hot cum all over that tight little ass of yours, lamb.” He moved to the side of the bed. “I think this calls for another picture.”

  This time I didn’t bother fighting him.

  What was the point?

  I was just as addicted to the game as he was.

  Chapter Four

  “A deal with the devil.”

  JACKSON

  *Present

  The office was large and bold just like the man who owned it. I couldn’t believe I was actually there, couldn’t believe I was going to the one man me and my brothers had sworn a long time ago we would never go to for help. We had promised that his hold on us was over, swore up and down that hell would freeze over before we ever told him too much.

  And yet…

  I was backed into a corner.

  The truth wasn’t as black and white, it wasn’t that cut and dry. As evil as some people were, they could still be right for certain situations. The people who were the darkest were usually the only ones who could do the evil things it took to get the job done.

  Hence why people in power were usually rich and horrible.

  Still, Liam and Pierce were going to lose their minds.

  I pushed my brothers out of my mind and took a deep breath, opening the door to the large space and forcing my way inside. Seeing him after so many months was startling, he looked the same as always; as if he was incapable of aging.

  His dark eyes looked me up and down slowly, his perfectly tailored suit looking even crisper in the bright lights of his office. He smirked, revealing a sharp set of white teeth. “Well, well, what do we have here?” he asked, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest. “Could it be? My missing son has finally returned?”

  I closed my eyes and tried not to lose control. “Hello, father.”

  I was about to make a deal with the devil.

  ***

  EMERY

  *Present

  My hand pressed into the hardness of the wall firmly but I only lasted a few seconds before my grip faded. I was getting weaker. The memories (dirty or otherwise) of Jackson were the only thing keeping me going. I would imagine myself back with him and suddenly the darkness and hunger didn’t seem as bad.

  My lips felt chalky, my mouth so dry that I could barely lift my tongue to form spit. I knew I was close to passing out again. It had been too long without any water; my body was starting to slowly shut down. That told me it had to be at least two days that I had been in here without any kind of outside contact.

  Cameron was sicker than I thought. He wanted to drag my pain out. He didn’t want to just kill me; he wanted to torture me. I glanced up at the ceiling, wondering if he had cameras in there and he was somewhere watching me slowly die. It wouldn’t surprise me. H
e was clearly a psychopath. My mind kept drifting back to Jackson and the small hope that he would find me. He had a way of popping up out of nowhere, doing the impossible when everyone else had ridden him off. If only he could pop up then, when I actually needed him.

  When it wasn’t about control…

  When it was just about me.

  I closed my eyes and let my head fall back onto the wall. I knew I had to stay awake, to fight, but my body was in another world, begging for the relief that sleep would bring. At least if I was asleep I wouldn’t have to feel all the pain that consumed my body.

  I was just starting to drift off to sleep when I heard a slight bang from the other side of the metal door. My eyes snapped open immediately, my body slinking further into the wall with a sudden surge of energy. Someone was coming.

  The door swung open quickly, so hard that it smacked into the back of the metal wall, sending a loud noise shooting through the room. The figure that entered was so large that I had to strain my neck to look at him. I felt a sharp pain shoot through the pit of my stomach, an extreme chill taking over every inch of my body.

  It took me about ten seconds to realize it wasn’t Cameron.

  Cameron had an evil presence but not like the man in front of me. This was stronger, so intense that I felt like the devil himself was standing in front of me, sinking his demon-filled claws into everything good and pure that had once existed inside of my soul.

  I gulped, tears forming in my eyes.

  “Well,” a deep voice said from above me. “Stand up, won’t you? I’ve been dying to get a look at you for months.” He ran his huge hands over one another firmly. “You’re smaller than I thought you would be. Even limp in my arms, it felt like I was carrying air.”

  I opened my mouth but no words came out.

  I had never been so frozen in fear.

  “I said stand up,” he snapped, his voice growing sharp. He took a few steps toward me so that the light hit the front of his face. “Don’t make me drag you, girl.”

  I gasped at his features, feeling suffocated.