Chapter 103 : The game

Chapter 103 : The game
Lena POV 

It was a trigger. Ace groaned first, thick ropes of white cum as he spread it on my stomach and breasts. 

One by one, they followed. Ashar added his load to my chest, coating my nipples in sticky heat. 

Aaron aimed for my face, splashing my cheek and lips. 

Adain and adae finished across my thighs and mound, bathing me in their essence.

I lay there, panting, covered in them. The heat of their release was cooling on my skin, a sticky second skin that claimed me more thoroughly than any words could.

But they weren't done. I could tell from those eyes.

"Clean her up," Ace said, his voice appearing darker than before.

Adae and adain moved back to the bed. Adae leaned down and dragged his tongue through the mess on my belly, lapping up their combined seed.

He moved lower, spreading my legs with his shoulders. He didn't ask; he just dived in, his tongue spearing into my pussy, tasting me mixed with their cum

I arched my back, dragging myself up on the bed "Oh god, yes."

Adain attacked my breasts, licking and sucking the cum from my skin The overstimulation was blinding. 

I grabbed at adae's hair, grinding my hips against his face, riding his tongue as he ate me out with desperate hunger.

"You're our whore, lena," Adnar whispered from the foot of the bed, watching his brothers devour me. I watched their reaction. "Say it."

"I'm your whore," i gasped, my eyes rolling back as adae sucked my clit into his mouth. "I'm your slut. I'm your plaything."

"Good girl," Adnar murmured, a dark satisfaction settled over his features and I smiled but moaned "Because we're not finished with you yet."

I snapped my eyes to the ceiling. My body trembled, the taste of them still in my mouth, the feel of them covering every inch of my skin. 

They were done but I was still spread on the bed tired.

I tried to catch my breath as my body had become a map of bite, marks, handprints, and drying fluids. 

The brothers stood around the bed, their postures predatory, their eyes raking over me with a hunger that hadn't been sated by the violence of the last hour.

Adnar wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze fixed on my trembling form. "You think that's it?" he growled "You think a little fucking fixes everything?"

He calls that little? I can't tell how many hours they'd fuck me.

Before I could muster a response, Aaron stepped forward, he almost didn't exist to me. 

He moved with a terrifying calmness, his eyes glinting with a cruel amusement. 

He reached out, trailing a finger down the slick curve of my breast, collecting a bead of sweat. "No, brother," Aaron said wickedly. "She needs to learn the rules. She needs to understand that keeping secrets from us has consequences."

He turned his hand, showing the dampness on his fingertip to the others before wiping it on my lower lip. "Let's play a game," Aaron announced, looking around the circle of men before locking eyes with me!

Fuck! I was anticipating already.

"A variation of Truth or Dare. But for you, lena, there are no dares. Only truths. And if you refuse to answer... or if you hesitate..." He let the sentence hang, and there was silence.

"Or if you lie," adain chimed in from the corner, stroking his half-hard cock as he watched me.

"Exactly," Aaron smiled, a cold, sharp expression. "Punishment."

He reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer, the wood creaking in the quiet room. 

He pulled out a pair of metal clover clamps, the silver chains glinting under the lamplight, followed by a sleek, pink vibrator that hummed to life with a quiet buzz in his palm.

Damn it. How do they know I have such in my room?

"We want to know everything, little sister. Every dirty thought, every fantasy, every lie you've ever told us."

My breath hitched. I stared at the clamps, my nipples already sore from adain's rough attention, hardening in fear and anticipation. "I..." I started, but my voice cracked.

"Uh-uh," Aaron tsked, shaking his head. "No stalling. I'll go first."

He sat on the edge of the bed, the bed dipping under his weight. 

He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "Tell us, Elena. When you walked in tonight with that stranger's cologne all over you... were you wet?"

I felt heat rising in my cheeks, shame and a dark throbbing arousal at his dominance.

I literally have been dying for Adam who plays hard to get and he suddenly kissed me, so I was fucking wet.

I opened my mouth to speak but no words, it was too humiliating to admit.

Three seconds passed.

"Too slow," Aaron whispered.

He didn't give me a chance to recover. His fingers pinched my left nipple, pulling the sensitive bud away from my chest. I gasped, as my back curved.

The metal clamp bit down hard, the rubber teeth digging into my tender flesh.

I shout, kicking my legs but the pain was immediate and blinding, sending a jolt straight to my clit.

"Answer," Aaron commanded, releasing the chain so it swayed heavily against my skin.

"Yes!" I cried out, tears pricking my eyes. "Yes, I was wet."

"Good girl," Aaron purred, though he didn't remove the clamp. "Adain you're up."

Adain climbed to the bed, kneeling between my spread legs. 

He looked down at my pussy, red and swollen from their abuse. 

He ran a hand up my inner thigh, his nails scratching lightly. "I want to know," adain said, his voice thick with lust. "When you were in the shower earlier... touching yourself... who were you thinking of?"

I squeezed my eyes shut. He caught me shower? I hope he didn't listen to my conversation.

I was staring at Ashar now, who had gone to grab a tumbler to pour himself whiskey.

I didn't know why his image flashed my mind.

But admitting it out loud felt like surrendering the last piece of my independence. I bit her lip, remaining silent.

Adain sighed, feigning disappointment. "I guess you need more motivation."