Chapter Thirteen
Rolling on Molly
After we arrive back in the room, we find Brent trying to undo the bindings on Rex and failing miserably. He keeps fumbling the ties or Rex moans and moves. Marcus gently sets me down on the couch, and he and Apollo move to help. Apollo sends Brent over to sit by me, and we both watch as they’re unbound. Rex grabs— and starts stroking— himself as soon as his hands are free. Apollo reaches out to stop him.
“Marcus, let’s get them all in the bathroom and into the shower. We all need to bathe, and all the guys are probably going to be like this. I’m not sure why Brent isn’t too.” Marcus grabs Emmett and Braeden, and as out of it as he is, Brade comes back to me instead of following. I take his arm and let him lead with me limping along. At least I can walk on my own two feet now. I register what Apollo said about Brent and remember I’m livid with Apollo and Marcus.
“Wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that you’ve been regularly dosing us, would it? And that Brent just got a first dose?” Marcus just looks at me and doesn’t say anything. I take that as a yes. I’ll deal with them later, after we’ve all cleaned up and slept.
Marcus already has the huge bath going and is rinsing Rex off in the shower while Rex is jacking himself off. All those muscles are flexing and straining towards his release. He doesn’t even act like his leg hurts. His bandage doesn’t seem to be getting wet though, the water running over and off it. The thin adhesive plastic membrane must be waterproof. Marcus gets him to widen his legs and bend forward so he can remove the plug from his ass. When he pulls it out, Rex moans with his head back and eyes closed. He tries to rub back against the plug, but it’s gone. Apollo seems exasperated.
“Marcus, just help him get off and then get him in the tub. It’s our own fault he’s in this shape.” Marcus, taking the suggestion, spreads Rex’s cheeks back open and easily slips the plug back in getting a moan from Rex as his hand speeds up. Marcus begins fucking Rex in the ass with the plug, one hand holding his cheek to the side, while the other pops the plug in and out rapidly. Marcus must sense it isn’t enough, or he’s impatient, and pushes in past the wide base of the plug with his fingers still wrapped around it to grind it into him, eliciting a yell from Rex. He starts spurting from his engorged dick, and Marcus pulls out against his clenching ass before placing the plug on a shelf to finish rinsing Rex then guiding him into the now filled tub of tepid water.
I do hear one of them mumble about the temperature, so I'm guessing the burn is beginning to register. Apollo puts Brent in and quickly rinses him then puts him in the tub with Rex. Emmett is next with Apollo joining him, and he’s almost as bad as Rex. Rubbing his ass on Apollo as he removes the dildo. Apollo doesn’t even try to stop him, just gets down on his knees and starts sucking Emmett off. He puts one of Emmett’s legs over his shoulders and enters him with the dildo, fucking him hard and deep with it in time to the sucking. Emmett’s dick disappears down Apollo’s throat in tandem with the dildo disappearing in his ass. Apollo can suck a dick like a pro. He’s taking it all the way to the base and appears to be swallowing around it until he has to come up for air. One last hold and Emmett takes a hand off the shower wall to palm the back of Apollo’s head, giving a few unsteady jerks in and out, then pressing against his face tight. Apollo continues to fuck him with the dildo until he’s completely done before removing it.
Marcus comes over to help me and Braeden as Apollo leads Emmett away to babysit all three now in the tub. Marcus carefully removes the small faux plug from me, and I rinse off. I help him rinse Braeden, and he removes his plug while I help support him. He moans and rubs against me some, but pushes Marcus away when he goes to assist him.
“I’m fine. Just feel like I’m on a shit ton of ecstasy right now. I can feel and understand everything, but it’s like trying to wade through mud to get anything done intentionally.”
“You should never have gotten that large of a dose, even if you hadn’t already had some. It’s dangerous.” Marcus is pissed, but thankfully not at us.
“Little bird? You alright? I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.” His words are slightly slurred as he puts his arms around me and holds me tight against him. He whispers in my ear, “I’ll kill them all for hurting you.” If Marcus hears, he doesn’t let on, or maybe he agrees with him. “Let’s get you in the tub. Marcus, can you help her in? I can handle myself, but I’m not steady enough yet to be picking her up.” Marcus nods and swings me up in his arms again, settling us both into the tub. As soon as Braeden is in, he pulls me onto his lap. “Let me check, okay?” I shake my head no. I don’t want him touching it. Not only because it hurts, but because it’s embarrassing, and I’ll keep what dignity I have left wherever I can. “Okay, baby bird, but the doctor will be checking as soon as he’s coherent.” There’s a tone that I don’t dare refuse coming from my best friend, so I keep quiet and snuggle up to him in the warm water and drift off.
I wake up to a quiet argument. Rex is furious with Apollo. I decide to stay quiet and listen, but I’m sure Braeden knows I’m awake.
“You let them get branded! Like cattle! What the fuck, Apollo?” Was he not upset about him and Emmett? Maybe they had been warned it was a possibility?
“I didn’t have much of a choice. Robert isn’t a normal father— or person for that matter. If he even had a thought I was betraying him, he would execute us all. I’m sorry, I did what I could to stop it. He even included Brent, and that was never supposed to happen either.”
“What about the drugs? Emmett and I discounted feeling off as an environmental effect. Of course, Lark is the only one that kept voicing her concerns that something was off, mumbling about that kidnapper’s syndrome. She’s better at fighting it, too, apparently.” At least Rex had noticed I'd been complaining.
“She does seem to have some natural resistance to it.” Dr. Martins’ voice interrupts the conversation— guess his has worn off too.
“Robert demands random blood and urine tests. If you don’t have any traces in your system, he will know something is up. He at least saw firsthand that Lark isn’t very affected by it. That could also be a bad thing as he could decide she needs something stronger.” Apollo's words leave a moment of tense silence.
“One thing that hasn’t been addressed is if she’s going to be punished.” I stiffen at Marcus' statement, and Braeden tightens his arms around me.
“Why would she be punished?” Braeden is pissed, and Marcus answers him.
“She fucked up the guards pretty good, and she did it all in front of Robert. He won’t let that slide without retribution.”
“That bastard assistant of his got his revenge already.” Braeden is adamant, but I don’t think it’s going to be enough. My fears are confirmed when Apollo confirms it.
“He’ll want a public punishment to demonstrate what happens to anyone who defies him. I’ll negotiate to be the one to decide the punishment, but I’ll tell you now— it will have to be something suitable and harsh enough to appease him. I should be able to get him to agree to nothing that will leave scars, so as not to drive the selling price down.” I hate being talked about like an animal at an auction. Marcus speaks up before Braeden can get anything coherent out of his mouth.
“I’ll be the one to administer it, so there won’t be a chance of one of his guards doing anymore damage.”
“Can we just leave it for later? Apollo, I’m sure you’ll do your best, and as we’re still stuck here, I don’t see any way of getting out of it. I just want to get clean and dressed and sleep.” Ending on a snap, I start to wash with pruned fingers, but Braeden takes over, and I see the other guys watching surreptitiously as they clean up themselves. The water is tinged with the gold dust by the time he's finished with me. Marcus helps Braeden get me out, and they get all of us dried off and dressed. Moving back into the bedroom, I see what I was too out of it to notice earlier. There is one huge bed in the room now. It looks like two king-sized mattresses have been hooked together. I turn to ask about it, but Marcus beats me to it.
“It’s safer to all sleep in one bed. It will be harder for someone to grab one of you without the others noticing. We used ‘training’ as an excuse, but the single beds could potentially let someone get grabbed, and you wouldn’t notice until it’s too late. There’s a panic button on the headboard that alerts both me and Apollo and another under the kitchen counter if someone tries to do anything without one of us here. We’ll also give you the code to the training room as it can double as a safe room unless someone has the override code. As far as I know only Apollo and Robert have those.” I see the upside of the bed, but the downside is I’m going to be sleeping with all these men, most of whom I don't want near me. Good thing I’m too hurt and exhausted to get too worked up about it.
Marcus and Braeden crawl up with me in between them on one side. Although I’m a little surprised that Marcus is staying, I don’t question it. We seem to have bonded some in the last couple hours or so. I’m not sure why I don’t find him so intimidating anymore, but I don’t. I cuddle my front into Braeden with my head on his chest and Marcus spoons up behind me with an arm slung over us both. I barely register the others getting into bed before I’m out.