She was so angry. Seething. Raging. A tear slipping down her cheeks again, and again, and again.
She muttered something against my panties in her mouth, but I couldn’t understand her. I couldn’t even bear to look at Carina.
Thorn’s cock was throbbing so much every move of his hips filled me with hurt and need. I felt my orgasm drawing closer and closer, not even having the time to wonder how I could succumb to him so completely and so quickly. It was embarrassing, but I was unable to do anything about it, just try to stay on all fours and take what I needed more than oxygen.
“Tell her how my cock fills you up,” he went on, fucking me deeper. “Tell her what I just hit.”
“My… my cervix,” I whispered, my eyes on hers. “I feel so full. So fucking full.”
She was crying, and for the first time, I understood the need to be meaner still because of her tears. God, I fucking hated her. She deserved everything she got, the fucking bitch. She’d lied to me repeatedly, scheming and planning to get Thorn away from me. I hated that he trusted her, that he kept her around. I hoped this would teach her a lesson.
“I hate you,” I snarled at her. “I hope you enjoy watching him make me come.”
As if on command, my body was rocked by an orgasm, squeezing his dick and milking as I stared into Pia’s eyes, purposefully keeping mine open. A second later, my knees buckled, but Thorn held me up and twisted me in the other direction, my eyes now on Carina. I was surprised by the hatred in her gaze, and I blamed myself completely. I’d betrayed her in so many ways.
“I’m so sorry,” I told her desperately, but then Thorn was fucking me harder, his mouth on my neck again.
“She betrayed you,” he whispered in my ear sweetly. “She called me. Wanted to turn you in. All so I would take her too.”
“W-what?” I whispered in shock, his cock pounding deeper as he chuckled.
“She’s in love with me, the poor thing,” he groaned, and I cried out again. “She wanted to get rid of you. Replace you. Have me to herself.”
Through the pain of his cock tearing me apart, I looked into Carina’s eyes, trying to discern whether he was telling the truth. But his words weren’t lies this time around.
Carina was staring at me defiantly as if willing me to argue with her. For the first time, I saw the coldness in her eyes, and for the first time, I wondered if she’d ever truly been my friend.
“You hate her too, don’t you, Rose?” Thorn taunted me. “Tell her. Go ahead, little slut, tell her how much you hate her. Hurt her.”
“What have you done?” I whispered to Carina. “What have you done to us?”
She refused to acknowledge my words, instead shifting her attention to Thorn and moaning into her gag. She was still trying to fucking do it. Replace me.
“Good girl,” Thorn breathed, and I felt him getting close, pounding me harder than ever. “Tell them how it feels when I fill you up, Rose.”
I moaned as I felt him spurting, another orgasm taking over as I raised my head between the two of them.
“You’ll never feel it,” I told them menacingly. “You’ll never fucking get to feel this.”
He grunted when he came, holding my ass open and fucking me so full his cum spurted out at the sides.
“It feels so good,” I moaned, looking from one to the other. “So fucking good, Thorn, please, Master!”
“Good girl,” he grunted, his hand slapping my ass before pulling out of me and letting go. I collapsed to the floor beneath us and spasmed when I came. Thorn stood above me, massaging the last drops out of his cock and letting them spray me. “Such a good fucking girl, my little Rose. I’m so proud of you.”
He picked me up after he was done, carried me out of there in his arms. I didn’t even get a chance to apologize.
Once he whispered me into a calmer state, he told me sweet, comforting lies as I lay in his bed. And then, right before I drifted off to sleep, he leaned next to my ear and whispered, “Did you like Pia and Carina’s punishment, Rose?”
“What?” I asked, my eyes heavy as I tried to look at him. “Not… not mine?”
“No, little rose,” he whispered darkly. “Not yours… Not yet.”
Chapter 21
Rose
I expected life to go back to normal after my return to the Mansion, but the morning after he fucked me in the playroom, Thorn was still in bed, still holding me, sound asleep with his arms around mine.
I hadn’t ever woken up his arms. It felt special. Different. I could tell he was making an effort, and it made me feel warm. But a second later, I remembered what he’d told me about Carina the previous night.