49 - Creed

"Love speaks in flowers. Truth requires thorns."

― Leigh Bardugo, The Language of Thorns: Midnight Tales and Dangerous Magic

. . .

XERXES CREED

I picked the call. "Yes?"

"James is hidden," Michael said, I could hear the sound of traffic. "Like Georgia and Alexi. Twenty bucks who he works for?"

"Maybe he just found out about us being with Olivia," Ashton said. "And he hid. Rats are good with hiding."

"Makes it more fun," Zavier smirked. "Find him, Michael. I've waited too long."

"I will, boss."

We had given instructions to kill James a few days ago, it was on sight. Now that Olivia did not go to school, there would be less chance of her finding out. We could keep everything hidden, wouldn't be the first time.

But apparently, the star student was hiding.

It was funny how people thought they could hide in our territory.

. . .

OLIVIA WOODS

It was a weird feeling, sitting there by the door and waiting for them to come. Every sound made me jump. It felt...thrilling, a little intimidating but not scary. They take care of me. I knew they'd never hurt me.

After minutes, which felt like hours, the door opened. I keep my eyes fixed on the ground, feeling myself flush as I felt eyes on me. I was naked, completely bare under their eyes.

"Such a good girl," Zavier murmured. "Eyes on the floor till I say otherwise, kitten."

"Y-yes, daddy," I whispered. "Louder," I heard Ashton order.

"Yes, daddy," I spoke clear and louder. Fancy shoes centered my vision.

"Little love," Xerxes said, running a hand through my hair. "Spread your thighs, let me see that pretty pussy."

Damn it. Why did they have to be so...blunt? It made me act up, it made my body act up.

I spread my thighs like I knew they could see all of me. I was grateful that Zavier had ordered me to not look up because this felt so submissive.

As if knowing what I was thinking, Zavier said," Look up, baby."

I looked up. Xerxes was standing in the middle with Zavier and Ashton on either side. They looked beautiful and deadly. They always looked like the most dangerous men in the world but when they held me in their arms they seemed like the safest men on the planet.

My face my burning up, my skin felt warm. I was sure I was going to combust if they didn't touch me.

"Stand." A simple order from Ashton. I stood, fisting my hands to resist hiding. If they found you repulsive, you wouldn't be here.

"Lay on your back on the bed," Xerxes ordered, unbuttoning the buttons of his black shirt. Ashton under the cuffs of his white shirt. Zavier loosened his dark grey tie.

Breathless, I laid down on the bed and watched them with wide eyes as they took their shirts off, exposing their body. Try were so beautiful it hurt to look. Their scars made me want to hold them, the sharp edges of their bodies made me want to act up. One of these days I was going to.

Ashton walked closer, sliding on the bed beside me, sitting on his knees.

He stuffed two fingers down my throat choking me on them. "Breath." He ordered, keeping his fingers there. I tried to breathe but I couldn't. After a few seconds, he pulled his fingers out. I gasped for breath, feeling wetness increase between my thighs.

Zavier, who now held something like a pole in his hands which had four cuffs on it, grabbed my ankles and bought them closer to the outer cuffs. My eyes widened.

He looked at me. "Spreader bar," he said, smirking. "Will keep your pussy on show, kitten. Can't have you running away, can we?" He kissed me on the lips, his fingers quickly working on the cuffs, and before I knew it, I was bound to the spreader bar.

Xerxes worked closer and in his hands were the nipple clamps. "A little tighter, today." I whimpered loudly, cringing away from the again as he put the clamps on me, tightening them. I tried to struggle away. Ashton slapped me, the sting was not too much but it stopped me from moving much. I looked at them with watered eyes, feeling my nipples throb, feeling my pussy throb more.

Zavier grabbed the bar and pulled at its end, spreading it till my legs were spread as much as they could without a problem. He kept his hold on it and turned it, making me lay on my stomach. He grabbed my hips and pulled till I was on my knees. He grabbed my hands from underneath me and pulled at them, securing them in the inner cuffs. My nipples rubbed on the bed, making flashes of pain and pleasure pass through my body. What did they have planned for today?

Ashton got off the bed and came back without something which looked like a gag but in its middle was something long.

"A gag," he murdered, putting the pong part in its mouth, it rested uncomfortably in my mouth, stretching it open. He fastened the gag behind my head.

He took my hand in his and out something. "It has a button. You obviously can't speak right now so if it gets too much press the button. Show me how

you do that."

I pressed it, it let out a small but clear beep.

He kissed my forehead. "Good girl." He got off the bed. I set my head against the bed, trying to get used to the gag. It stretched my mouth up, just like half an inch away from choking me. I felt them putting something around my neck.

"A collar," Xerxes whispered in my ear. "It has 'Creed' written on it," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the spot behind my ear. I shivered. I was so exposed. They could see everything.

I felt hands on my ass, somehow I could tell it was Ashton.

He spread me open more. Xerxes sat in front of me and pressed on the gag. I choked on it, trying to move away. He sneaked a hand under my body and pinched the clamped nipple. I whimpered, stopping struggling.

I felt coldness dropped on my ass and then fingers at my hole, the other hole. Xerxes had touched me there, too, but I didn't think they'd touch me there more.

. . .