Reminder: All is consensual

"W-wait—"

Micah drags me along, even though I think I put up a pretty good fight. It only adds up to his smirk.

"I'll give you three seconds to run from me, Aaron. After those, I will come after you and make you pass out."

O-oh. I turn around with wide eyes, my body stiff with shock. He arches a brow, as if he just didn't threaten to kill me.

"One."

I bolt. I don't understand what's going on. All I know is that I have to keep running, or he'll catch me and— I have no idea what'll do to me.

With my mind on zero, I just follow my reflexes and run away. Where to doesn't matter, I just need to shake him off.

Unfortunately, I hear his calm footsteps following me. While he is deadly calm and reserved, I'm all panicky and sweating.

When I reach the end of the hallway I have a split second to make a decision. I choose the door on the left and slip inside of the room.

Sadly for me, Micah saw me going in, and I hear him stop in front of the door. I quickly place a hand in front of my mouth to mute my gasps as I run through the room to the other door.

My exit is just unlocked when the other door opens. I feel his hot gaze on my back and flinch, knowing I'm absolutely fucked.

The doorknob is still in my hand, and I have to get the fuck away. He walks closer, and the panic rises in me.

The door opens just in time. I run away, my mind set only on escaping.

Only this time, there is no other door. There's only one, and Micah is behind it. I flinch. He's going to get me.

The door opens slowly, as if I'm on a horror movie. I hide besides it, so he'll have to come in and search me and maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to escape.

He takes one step in . . . two . . . and there's a gap. I run.

I feel his hand grazing over my arm and squeak, knowing he's dangerously closed. Blinded by the chaos in my head, I run through the following two doors, only to realize I've ran into the toilet.

Where there's no escape.

I look around, shocked, before I feel his presence after me. The door slams closed before it locks.

I try to squirm away, but he pushes me against the wall. His hands make quick work of my pants and before I know it, he thrusts into me.

My gasp is the only sound for just a second, and then it's followed by his whispers in my ear. "You can't escape me, baby. You can only try."

I desperately nod and inch back on his cock, feeling relief it's only this I was running from. He chuckles darkly. "Are you that pathetic, sweetheart? Pushing back on me because you're such a little slut?"

His left hand is resting on my hip while the right moves up on my body. It brushes past my stomach, my chest and eventually, my neck.

I gasp when he closes his fingers around my neck. "Make a sound, I dare you," he whispers.

Which is a perfectly clear threat.

Shudders erupt over my whole body when he starts moving, fucking me against the cold, tile wall. I place my hands on the tiles to keep me somewhat steady, just like I did in the shower when Aiden was fucking me like this.

I bite my lip, my choked noises barely staying stuck in my throat. "S-sir—"

My words die out when he angles different. He's now able to bury himself to the hilt. I feel so, so full.

A choked noise slips past my lips. I try to stay silent, to keep my moans in, but he's just so good in fucking me raw.

"Are you having trouble, baby? Can't keep your little moans in, huh? That's because you're such a filthy slut," Micah chuckles again in my ear. I almost come at the words.

My legs slip from under me, but Micah is holding me well enough. I catch my breath, my head a fog.

"Can I— can I please—" "No, sweetheart. Remember, little curious toys don't get a release."

I let out a small whimper at that. Because of him fucking me senseless, I totally forgot this was supposed to be a punishment. I see now that he didn't.

His rough hands pick my up a little, causing him to be even deeper than before. I sob, the tears gathering in my eyes at the slight pain. "T-too much, please—" "You'll take what I give you."

I shudder again, feeling his cock move out of me slowly. Too slow, as if he's planning something.

While he retreats, I take a deep breath and try to be reasonable. I can take what he gives me—

A surprised scream leaves my mouth when he slams back into me wholly in one movement. The tears are now leaving my eyes, streaming over my cheeks. The discomfort only adds up to the mind-numbing pleasure for me, and I don't know what's worse.

Not being allowed to cum, or him ever stopping.

"Now, now, you're not very well at taking orders, are you, Aaron? What did I tell you?" Micah taunts. I cry out, feeling him slam into me again. "T-to stay silent, sir. But I—"

My hands curl into fists against the wall when he doesn't listen to my excuse and just keeps on fucking me in that brutal way of his. "But what, baby? I can't hear understand you."

I moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. "But I— I am—God."

His lips turn into a smirk against the back of my neck while his fingers turn back to the front. I feel him pressing on the sides of my neck, having me gasping for air.

Dark spots cloud my vision, combined with his ruthless fucking that is making my sight blurry. I moan again.

The black spots got larger and larger, until I see nothing but darkness. I can feel Micah pounding in me, the sensation of his fingers pressing on the sides of my neck and my body reacting to them.

**

When I open my eyes again, everything crashes back at me. The sounds I'm making, Micah's fingers—which are only just a heavy weight lying on my neck now—and the desperate need to come.

"W-what—" "You did so good, baby," he coos. My chest fills with pride at his words and the confusion about him choking me dies out.

I instinctively press back on him, arching my back. The action makes me moan again with pleasure, just because Micah knows what I want and changes his angle again.

I can't keep this up for long anymore.

"S-sir, pl-please, I need it so bad," I cry, feeling my body start to shake with the need to have a release. He sucks on my neck, and I'm positive it'll leave a mark to be soon for everyone.

"You want to cum, baby? Beg for it," he grins. I sob again, pushing against the wall to get him deeper inside of me. Please. Just a little more and I'll come.

But he's slowing down his movements, only to tease me and to prevent me from coming. I groan in frustration. "N-no . . ."

"You know what to do if you want to come, baby. Beg me." Realizing I have no other choice, I take a few breaths and ponder on how I do this the best.

"Please, sir, please. I need it bad, so bad, and I know only you can give it to me. So please let me cum. I've been so good."

He grunts. I almost bite my tongue when he starts moving rapidly again, my head falling back against his shoulder.

His hand curls around my hard dick. "Come on, baby, come for daddy."

I nod, my body slumping as the heat spills from my belly. I'm a loose bunch of limbs, even my mind is out of this world.

Micah curses and cums too before slowly sliding out of me. He turns me and wraps me in his arm. I try to hug him, but my arms seem to be made out of jelly.

"Let me clean you up," he whispers, wiping some hair out of my face. I feel the need to cry at his sweetness, but can keep myself from doing so. I just stare at his gorgeous face while he walks out of the toilet and into the playroom.

My eyes widen in horror. I love it when they play with me, but after this? That's not— oh, Micah is just moving though the room toward the attached bathroom. I smile in relief.

While he lets the bath run, he pecks me all over my face. I'm sat on the counter while he's in between my legs. "Aren't you the sweetest little thing?"

I let him squish my cheeks and kiss me all over, too much enjoying this myself. He babies me, and I fucking deserve it.

"You have food?" I mumble. He laughs. "I've got something else to fill your mouth?"

I frown. "But—" "Oh-kay, we're gonna take a bath now," he cuts me off and picks me up. I forget about my hunger and hug him, happy with the attention.

We're both settled in the tub when Ada walks in with a smile on her face. I grin, happy to see her. Ada is great! "Hi!"

She chuckles, sitting on the chair next to the tub but still close enough. She wipes my stained tears from my cheeks. "Hello, baby. Did you enjoy yourself?"

My cheeks turn very red, very quickly. I hide my face away from her in Micah's chest. Micah, who wraps his arms around me in a protective way. I love it. "You know he did."

They both chuckle. I just close my eyes in comfort, feeling at peace in his arms. This is what I wanted when Emma called him.

The door of the bathroom opens again. I whimper, trying to push myself against Micah's chest even more. God, just let me sleep.

Micah is very understanding, though, and kisses my hair while he shields my face from the strong light coming through the door. "Close the door, fucking idiot."

Aiden and Seb, who both came in apparently, sigh in unison. It makes me giggle.

Micah's warm arms slowly retreat, baring me for the other three. I protest with a whine, but nothing can stop him. With the intention of glaring at all of them, I open my eyes.

The sight of a defeated Sebastian catches my attention first, though. He's kneeling next to the bathtub and offers me a hand. Not to step out, just to hold. I accept. He just wants love.

"Hello, baby. I suppose you heard what me and Aiden have talked about?" he asks, sounding not too mad. I shrug, blushing so hard it's making me giggle again. "Maybe."

"Of course he did. He's a fucking brat," Aiden comments. I grin, sending him a wave. "Yep! That's me. I'm Fucking Brat. Wait, no. You guys are fucking the brat. I'm the brat. And you are fucking me. So you're fucking brat."

Aiden groans and drags a hand over his face. "Alright. Sebastian, just tell him, okay?"

I look at Sebbie with curiosity. What is he going to tell me? "Did you buy cookies for me?"

A deep sigh leaves everyone's mouth. I grin again. Seb glances at Micah and Ada before settling on my face. He seems really unsure about something, so I wipe my smile away and look at him with sympathy.

Maybe the poor man feels sorry about eating my cookies. In that case, he should. Eating my cookies is horrible. I deserve them. Only me. Because I do not remember him being used like a fucktoy.

"I'm changing my last name to Whitlock. I'll call mom when you're dried off."