“Weren’t you supposed to bring her the present?” questioned Asher in a perplexed tone.
Entering the room, Blair plunged to the back of the bed shortly after replying, “Yeah!”
"What... What are they?" Camila stammered, her eyes wide as Blair arranged an array of mysterious objects on her nightstand.
“It’s for the ceremony!” Blair chuckled, placing the last item, the flogger, on the stand.
Camila shifted her gaze between Blair and Asher. Confusion was etched across her face.
She stammered, "Ceremony? What ceremony?"
Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, Blair picked up an eye mask and approached her. Without much explanation, he wrapped the blindfold around her eyes.
“What? What are you doing?” She struggled to comprehend the situation. Her anxiety grew as her wrists remained handcuffed, restricting her ability to investigate.
“And the ceremony begins!” Blair whispered near her ear.
As his warm breath landed on her nape, her heart raced, and her mind grappled with the surreal nature of the situation.
She was not able to make any moves as she was handcuffed and left feeling exposed and powerless in the hands of these mysterious guys.
“Leave–” She squirmed, but with the feeling of vulnerability intensifying, and the feeling of a hand exploring her body, tickled between her legs.
It increased more as Asher's hands traced her skin over her T-shirt.
“I–” She attempted to protest, but her voice was stifled with a sudden kiss on her lips. Blair's hand found its way beneath her skirt, further unsettling her.
Her attempts to resist were met with Asher's assertiveness. He seized her hand, pinning her against the wall. The cool surface pressed against her back as his touch traveled down her shirt and slipped beneath her bra. Her breath hitched, as a mixture of warm sensation and uncertainty clouded her thoughts.
“No… Please! This is–” Her whispered plea hung in the air, as this desperate plea for reprieve sounded more like a moan.
The darkness shrouding her heightened the sensations. Suddenly a flicker of light appeared in her darkness and when it came closer, it was Felix. The presence of Felix in her imagination amplified her vulnerability. When their hands moved around her body, she pictured it as Felix.
As her skirt cascaded to the ground, exposing her to the titillating touch of the flogger, a shiver ran down her spine. The air became charged with a mixture of pleasure and anticipation.
Blair, reveling in her reactions, moved the flogger provocatively between her legs. As her body trembled with the sudden attack, he drew a smirk. Meanwhile, Asher, driven by a different intensity, stripped away the remaining garments from her body. His gaze then lingered on her exposed form.
Taking the ceremony a step further, Blair compelled her to kneel, positioning himself in front of her face. Camila, now on her knees, felt the weight of submission and the unknown purpose behind this peculiar initiation.
"Come on! You know what you need to do! Don’t just stay like you are not mature enough," he urged, gripping her chin and lifting her face.
She gulped hard, and her heartbeat raised. Before she could resist or say anything, her hands were already placed on his manhood.
Even though she pulled her hand away the first time, on the second attempt, she came up with an idea.
As he was forced inside her mouth, she waited no second to trap the flesh between her teeth.
"Ahh! Leave..." he shouted in pain, and strangely, she found some twisted enjoyment in it.
She couldn't shake off the vivid imagination of eating and licking Felix. When she saw him enjoying it, she was ready to do anything for him.
The mere thought of making love with him wasn't enough, and her mind wandered into wild territories, envisioning scenarios like making out with quadruplets.
“Don’t stop!” When Blair ordered, she suddenly realized she was giving him a nice blowjob while thinking of Felix.
Astounded by her own actions, she hesitated, but Asher gave her a sweet spank, encouraging her to continue. She resumed her task, not only helping him but also guiding Asher to reach the climax.
Then, as her turn arrived, she was pinned to the bed. Her legs were torn apart before Blair placed a vibrator to play with her.
Asher sucked her n*****s while rubbing the other. Her body raised and lowered with their skillful touch and orgasm came so hard that she wet her whole bed. Not just once, they kept on playing with her, giving her heaven till it was late.
Exhausted, she lay on the bed and they both reached out for their clothes. They were leaving, yet there was something inside her which wanted her to stop them.
She wanted to beg for more, and she hated herself for that.
‘Why? Why am I turning into this? I was supposed to love Felix. How am I able to betray him with his own brothers?’
Just as they had reached the door, she got up and asked in haste. “Are… Are you going to tell him?”
Asher and Blair glanced over their shoulders before passing a smile at each other.
Without replying, they walked away. Pulling the blanket, she wrapped it around her and ran after them.
“Please! Please! Don't tell him. Please!” She begged to get ahead and stop them.
“Does that even matter anymore?” Asher questioned, raising his brows.
“Yes! He already hates you…”
“I know, but I don't want to add more hatred to him,” she interrupted Blair, lowering her head.
“Wow! You are really quite a thing. You enjoy every ounce of it, and now you don't want to admit it,” Blair grumbled.
“I–”
Not hearing her out, they were again going to walk away, but she dropped the blanket and whispered, “Please, I can compensate for it. Just don’t…”
“Camila…” suddenly a loud voice resounded in the house, making her eyes widen.
“Dad!” She whispered, as panic surged and her eyes went wide open.
Asher was quick to grab the blanket and wrap it around her and Blair stood shielding her naked sight.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Enraged, John walked inside the house.
Shivering in fear, she shut her eyes tight and murmured, “This is not happening! This is not happening!”