Chapter Twenty-Two
Shelby
My plans came to naught as the days wore on. Winston kept me buried in the room in the security hall where he subjected me to his most debauched sessions while Sasha and Marigold filled me with an ever-increasing amount of narcotics. I wasn’t sure my husband even knew how much they were forcing on me, but I was afraid to say anything or refuse since he’d left the task of my ‘compliance’ up to them. Sasha had seemingly been on my side, at least at the beginning, but after they were repeatedly used as little more than an appetizer to my main event, or as clean-up, she started to get as nasty as Marigold. I didn't know what else, if anything, they were suffering, but whatever the reason, they'd completely turned on me. And Milo, he was a new fixture whose appearance I dreaded every minute I was in there despite the lack of lucidity.
His father had demanded we make an appearance before more rumors started, so Dirk had randomly picked some over the last week. The first had gone somewhat well as it was at a theater and too dark to notice my haggard appearance that even make-up was having a hard time disguising. But the one from tonight hadn’t gone so well. And that was where I found myself being taken, yet again, after the shit show that came when Dirk decided to attend a holiday function.
“I didn’t do anything, Dirk. Stop!” Digging my heels in only resulted in a slap, and I knew that he’d blame me for the mark on my face.
He tried to avoid those so I could still fulfill my public duties as his wife, or so he had said, but I thought it was more to avoid Carter seeing them. He hadn’t been too pleased about the belt mark on my neck that might draw unwanted attention if anyone saw it. As for the Christmas party we had attended that evening, first Rafe, and then Carter had shown up. Dirk had rudely told his brother to mind his own business after Rafe commented that I didn’t look well and asked if I should even be there. Instead of causing a scene, Rafe left, but I had a feeling he called Carter because my absentee bodyguard had arrived shortly after. He’d quietly had words with Dirk about keeping his schedule updated so he could accompany me when I left the house.
It had pissed Dirk off badly enough that we'd left immediately, and Dirk had proceeded to snort whatever he had stashed in the back of the car that Milo had taken up to chauffeuring on the rare occasion we left the estate. I only hoped that I wouldn’t be required to make any appearances as my health was definitely declining. I was exhausted and sick to the point that I was only awake when Dirk forced me to be. Before Thanksgiving, there had been a pile of invitations to reply to, but most of them had gone unanswered since I'd spent the majority of my time either recuperating and hiding in my room or in the room where I suffered at Winston's hands.
"He's not here to save you," Winston snarled as he dragged me through the door. "He went right back to handling what should be my job while Father is away." At the rate he ingested the products that he’d peddled, I highly doubted my husband was in any condition to run anything but his mouth, but I kept my mouth shut on the subject, as I pretty much did everything else. He continued to rant while pulling me along. "Always taking my place, always taking what's mine." If he hadn't been such a psychotic, abusive piece of shit, I might have felt sorry for the creature he'd devolved into. The drugs had taken their toll on him as well, though I doubted he noticed or cared.
Without waiting for directions, I went straight to the bathroom to strip and handle the minimal business I needed to to meet Winston's demands. Since food wasn't high on my agenda anymore, it didn't take long, and I was waiting on the bed, naked, while he typed into his phone.
A few minutes later, Milo came in with Sasha and Marigold. It had become clear that they were being kept on the estate, though I didn’t know or care where, and Milo had taken up escorting them around when they needed to make an appearance or be sent away. They slipped off their robes, and it didn’t surprise me that they were ready to go—they always were, it seemed. But when Marigold came at me with the line-covered mirror and glass straw, I balked.
My stomach rebelled at the thought of the sickly sweet taste that would settle in my throat for hours. At the same time, I worried I would lose chunks of time as I had the last few times I'd taken what they'd given me. Almost immediately after, my heart had begun to race, and I'd wondered if I would have a heart attack and die while being fucked in whichever manner Winston and Milo preferred that day. I might not want to live as I was, but the very real prospect of death made me shy away and cling to life, so I covered my face and scooted away from the poison.
“Sir, she’s refusing. What would you like us to do?” Sasha addressed Winston, pulling his attention from whatever he’d been discussing with Milo. He hadn’t looked happy, and with his altered state, that was odd, so I guessed Milo had had bad news, and the glare he turned on me had ice coursing through my veins. I considered taking the straw at that point, but I didn’t think it would do me much good. Besides, I was petrified in place when Milo added his own amused stare into the mix. The man was fucking devious.
“Boss, I don’t think we need that,” Milo stated as Winston took his belt off. “I saw something in a video the other day that I’ve been wanting to try, and I think you’ll enjoy it, too.” His sly grin made me wish Winston would just use the belt.
Instead, I found myself in Winston’s favorite position—head down, ass up—with Milo holding my vagina open while Winton blew the powder into me. When they were finished, they left me be to get head from the women until they decided it had been long enough for the coke to work. It took longer than usual, but that didn’t really concern me. The lack of sensation inside and out did. My entire crotch was mostly numb, and I was kinda freaking out. They were going to kill me one day, likely soon, with their random chemical experiments.
Milo stretched out on the bed and patted his hip, his version of ‘climb on,’ and I slowly complied. “She’s dry as shit. Sasha, go get something,” he demanded with a grimace as he prodded my pussy, getting absolutely nowhere. I didn’t know why he didn’t start with it in the first place, who knew with Milo, but anytime the women used coke, or made me, they immediately used lubricant. I didn’t know the why’s of it, but it made getting off hard and getting wet harder. The only reason I even cared was to not have my skin torn up.
As soon as Sasha liberally coated Milo and roughly lubricated me, Milo tried again, succeeding in making me take him as far as he could physically go. There was a dull sensation in my abdomen that hinted at pain, but I didn’t even feel the usual stretch that accompanied sex with the huge man.
“Your turn, boss,” Milo called out to Winston who hovered behind me. But when he went for my backdoor, Milo stopped him and directed him to where he already filled me. “No, here.”
I couldn't see Winston, but a moment later, I felt a faint pulling sensation at my opening. “Dammit, Milo, I can barely get my fingers in there. How the fuck do you expect me to get my dick to fit?”
At that point, I struggled to move away. No way in hell were they both going to fit in there, numb or not.
“Hold still!” The slap to my ass had the desired effect, and after staring at Milo and admitting my defeat, I buried my head in the crook of his neck and waited for the inevitable. “Back out some, then we’ll push in together.”
Milo obliged, and Winston handled the rest, with a lot more lube, then they both managed to push just inside before finally working their way fully in.
“I think her pussy is making my dick numb,” Milo complained, but Winston didn’t care. They spent the next hour alternately fucking me and applying more lubricant until Winston ordered Sasha and Marigold to assist them in getting off.
I didn’t know what they did, but the moans that came from the men indicated it was something good, then Winston reached his peak with a shout of triumph a few minutes before Milo cursed through his. As they removed themselves, I slumped to the side, too afraid to look at the damage I was sure they’d caused, and dreaded when sensation would return.
* * *
It wasn’t long after that that Carter came in while Winston was yet again snorting a line, this time some pill that he’d crushed. I cringed when his gaze landed on me, but I didn’t bother to try to cover up. After all, he’d allowed them to treat me like this, so he could deal with looking at the aftermath.
“Get out!” Carter shouted at Sasha and Marigold, who scrambled off of the bed in the face of his fury. “What the fuck are you doing, Dirk? Have you gone completely insane? Your brother went straight to your father, and he is not happy with either of us after he found out you’re still using. Not to mention your games have gone too far with your wife. Straighten your shit up!” He went to leave as quickly as he’d barged in, and stupidly, a pang of betrayal hit me. He only showed up because Winston Sr. got on his case about the party.
But Winston stopped him as his hand reached for the doorknob. “Do you enjoy being my father’s lapdog? You could have just as easily called, you know? But I think you were more interested in my wife, weren’t you?” Carter turned to glare at Winston, but he didn’t move from his spot. “Feel free to sample the goods if you’d like, although they’re a bit used up this evening,” he crowed at Carter. He was fresh on his high, not likely to let anything go. “Actually, I insist on it.” And there went the amusement. I shivered at the calculated stare he challenged Carter with. I was slightly surprised that Milo stayed out of it, but the man wasn’t stupid either. “I want to see what was so great that my wife gave it up to you first.”
Carter’s eyes widened before they darted to me and then back to Winston again. “I don’t know what she told you, but—”
“Oh, do shut up. I found the picture of you two. Don’t try to lie about it now. Shelby and I have...come to terms with her perfidy.” More like he had come to terms, and definitely not good ones. “Now, pick a hole and get to it. I’d offer you Marigold or Sasha to get you in the mood, but you so arbitrarily kicked them out of my own goddamned room!” Winston moved to sit in a chair in the corner where he usually left his clothes, then dismissed Milo. Whatever he had to say, it didn’t include his closest confidante.
Milo appeared mildly annoyed as he jerked his suit back on, but he left with only a sneer at Carter.