26 - Dirty Little Girl

"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all."

― Helen Keller, The Open Door

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"She is injured, third-degree burns." "How's her relationship with the Creeds?"

"They took her against her wishes. When she recovers, I think we will be able to lure her away from them."

"Good job." "Thank you."

. . .

OLIVIA WOODS

I was frozen.

Xerxes raised his eyebrows at me. "Is it a no or do you need more time to think?"

"I-" I swallowed. "I..."

"It's a simple, kitten," Zavier said. "If it's a no, say so. If you need more time, say so. If it's a yes, kneel."

I bit my lip. "Y-You won't hurt me?"

Ashton smiled at me. "We will do nothing that you won't like."

I took in a shaky breath. I wanted to submit them. This should have felt degrading. I should have been yelling at them for ordering me to kneel but I...

I wanted to.

So before I could chicken out and ask for more time, I got off the chair and slowly kneeled in front of them, my cheeks heating up. My eyes lowered as I nibbled at my bottom lip, my heart was beating so furiously and it gave a jump when they got off the couch

I felt a hand on my head. "Such an obedient little love," Xerxes murmured.

"You look gorgeous on your knees, Kitten." I felt Zavier wrap his hand around my throat and then tilting my head up so that I was looking at him. He was in the middle while Xerxes and Ashton were on either side of me, standing so close and their eyes were more heated than I had ever seen them.

Ashton caressed my cheek. They did this for a while and then stopped. They sat down on the couch in front of me. Zavier pulled me by my neck to kneel in front of them. His grip on my neck was firm. I could breathe but the warmth and roughness of his hand could not be ignored. Slowly, he let go of it. I took in deep breaths as I blinked up at them. I wondered what I looked like. I knew my face must be red as heck.

Them sitting on the couch with me near their legs should have been degrading and humiliating yet the urge to run away was a raindrop against the storm of desire to sit there. Somehow, even sitting there, I didn't feel beneath them.

It's not about hurting you, Zavier had said. I believed him. After what Ashton had done...I doubted they could ever physically harm me.

"Do you know what safewords are, little one?" Ashton asked me, picking a strand of my hair and twirling it around his finger.

"Yes," I whispered, fisting my shaking hands.

"Choose one," Zavier muttered, picking my one hand up and pressing a kiss to the back of it. My hands stopped shaking.

I bit my lip. "A-Any word?"

Xerxes caressed my jaw with his thumb. "Yes, love. Choose one." My breath trembled as he caressed my bottom lip. "Chocolate?"

"Tell me, little one, how many emergency dentist trips did you make as a child?" Aston inquired.

"Too many." I smiled a little. They chuckled.

"Chocolate it is," Zavier said. "For clarification - Safeword is a word you will say when we are doing something or talking about something to you which gets too much and you need us to stop."

"When there's a safe word," Xerxes said. " 'Stop' does not hold any power. You have to say the safe word if you want us to stop." He tilted his head. "Do you understand me, Olivia?"

I gulped. "Yes."

"Good girl." He dipped his thumb into my mouth, putting my bottom lip down and then releasing it. I bit it.

"Okay, that's it." Zavier stood up and picked me up, throwing me on his shoulder. I yelped, my hair falling over my face as he started walking. Caveman!

"We are going to devour you today, little girl," he told me as he opened the door. "And you will beg us for mercy."

He threw me on the bed. The new black skater skirt I was wearing scrunched up at my waist, displaying my new white lacy panties. I had made underwear shopping so quick that I was sure they did not even see what I had bought.

Xerxes and Ashton entered the room. I realized we were in my room. Ashton slammed the door shut and the sound of him locking it echoed, making goosebumps rise on my skin.

They walked closer. Zavier grabbed my knees and pulled me to the edge of the bed. "Something rather vanilla," he said, kneeling and parting my legs. "And delicious for today, yes?"

I gasped, my cheeks heating up. He could see my wet panties.

He smirked. "So wet."

I felt Xerxes and Ashton sit down on either side of me in a way that my back was resting on their shoulders. With one hand, they grabbed the back of my knees and spread me further. I covered my face with my hands, feeling my body tremble. They felt so warm.

"You know, little one," Ashton spoke in my ear, his one hand fisting my hair. I felt Xerxes' hand under my t-shirt, on my stomach, fingers playing with the line of my bra. "Only dirty little girls wear panties like that." I gasped when I felt Zavier moving his finger up and down around the edge of my panties between my legs, avoiding where I was throbbing for him. For them. "Are you a dirty little girl for us, baby?" He murmured.

I bit my lip when I felt Xerxes move his hand inside my bra, cupping my right breast gently. My eyes closed.

"Answer, baby," Zavier said, his finger still moving around the edge of my panties. "Or we'll leave you like this."

I gulped, opening my eyes to look at him between my legs. He smirked at me. He looked gorgeous. "Y-Yes," I stuttered, trembling with need. Xerxes

pinched my nipple sharply. I whimpered, frowning at the zap of desire that single pinch shot through me.

"Be a big girl," Xerxes said into my ear, lips brushing on it. "Tell us what you are."

I bit my lip. "I-I..." My whole body felt so sensitive. I wanted them to touch me so badly that I said what they wanted me to, the slight degradation of the words making me breathless. "I-I'm a dirty little girl." I moaned when Zavier put his hand on my clit, pressing gently. Ashton kissed my neck softly, making me gasp and Xerxes pinched my nipple again, making me jerk in their hold.

"And who do you belong to, my love?" Zavier asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I-I..." I bit my lip. "Y-You."

"You are ours," Ashton said, nibbling at the base of my throat. "This gorgeous little body belongs to us, you get that, little one?" I whimpered, nodded. Zavier was not moving his finger. He was watching my hips wiggle in need with a smirk on his face. Xerxes was now gently kneading my breast. They were torturing me with this.

"Please...please...." God, I was ready to beg. I was so wet I could hardly think. I knew they'd take care of me. They always did. They knew what they were doing, I could sense it in the smile I felt on my neck as Ashton's lips curled, how Xerxes chuckled and Zavier looked at me, looking amused.

He tilted his head. "Does my baby girl need something?"

"T-Touch me please." I sniffled when he did not move his finger. "P-Please, Zavier. I-It hurts." It hurt how wet I was. How good they were making me feel without giving me what I wanted. They had turned me into their...toy with just a few touches. I should have been intimidated by how much effect they had on me.

Instead, I found myself loving it.

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