The Wallflower and the Alphas
Chapter 85 "We Caught You"

Avery P.O.V.

Oh, no, they caught me, and now I am in for it. I didn't listen and obey their commands, and now I am in trouble—a really bad situation with them slapping my ass. Well, beating it is more like it. I know it will hurt, and won't sit down for a week. I am sore now; nothing will compare with my ass, all black and blue.

"Well, someone didn't listen, and that person is having fun without us boys!"

"Oh, no, that won't do." I heard him say in a mocking voice.

"What should we do about this and about with her, fellas?" he asked his friends when he dropped his joking matter. But, of course, he was outraged right now.

That was when I saw his dark blue eyes turn black, and he started walking closer toward me on the bed. I am scared, but right now, I am afraid of the death of him and them. That was when I told myself to move slowly backward away from their eyesight and not make any sudden moves. I was trying to escape, and maybe I shut off my body and be closer to the headboard; perhaps he won't grab me.

But that wishful thinking is correct. Well, That's what I thought when he said.

"Well, I guess we have to punish you?" He said in a friendly voice like he was my friend. But it wasn't in a friendly and kind voice. He said it in a chilling and determined voice. It made my skin crawl, and I had a weird feeling, and I don't think it was a good one either. But, of course, I am not saying it is a bad one, either too.

"What did we tell you in that letter, Avery? Hmm," Elijah said, giving me a strange possessive angry look in his eyes.

I open my mouth, trying to speak.

But I can't.

No words were coming out of my mouth.

I can't speak.

I am like a scared cat hiding from the big bad wolf. I need the plan to get out of here and away from these bad-eating wolves.

"Well, boys, I guess she didn't read the letter." Elijah was talking to his friends.

"Oh, yeah, the one we left for her," Andrew said amusedly.

"Yeah, that a not a nice princess," Andrew said close towards the front of the bed. Oh God, they are surrounding me around the bed. I can't escape; they are blocking my way.

"Yeah, you're being a bad girl." I heard Matthew's smug voice.

"Jake?" Matthew asked Jake.

"Yes, Matthew." I heard Jake say in an amusing voice as he walked closer to my feet.

"What do we do to bad little girls?"

"We punish them!" I heard them say that they all stopped walking because they couldn't move anymore because of the bed in their way. It's like they're in a trance. I am in their light.

I try not to be scared and frightened, but I can't help it. They can be hostile, aggressive, and cruel, and right now, I wouldn't say I like how they're staring at me and surrounding me.

My eyes grow wide, and I can feel myself sweat and shake at how scared I am of them. But there was something inside me liking how this cat-and-mouse game we were playing. The reason why I am sweating and shaking is that I am turned on. I thought.

Hmm, maybe I like the dark stuff with them. Perhaps I want them to tie me up and torture me with their hands and toys they can use on me. Maybe I want to be punished by the four sexiest aggressive, and most possessive men in the world. Maybe I liked them teasing me and enslaving me. Maybe I liked them telling me what to do. Or maybe I am sick in the head, just like them. I groaned when I thought about them torturing me.

What am I saying? I shook my head and tried to think straight again.

What the hell is wrong with you, Avery? I yelled at myself.

No, I shouldn't feel turned on right now.

No, I should tell them to back off and tell them. They are not my boss; I can do or touch myself anytime. So there can shut up and leave me alone.

"It's time to punish you, sweetheart!" I heard Elijah growl in my ear. I gasped and turned my head, and I saw Elijah's face. He was now on top of the bed.

How did he get up here so fast and in my face?

Oh Boy, I am in trouble now. That was when I licked my lips out of habit. I always do that when I am nervous or scared. Right now, they're something else way deep down that is closed off inside. Is it excitement or something else I can't explain what it is? Oh, I know it feels great and not bad.

I know, I know. I should get up, put on my clothes, and leave. Well, first, get off the bed, get dressed, and then run away. That's not happened. Nope, not at all.

I didn't get off the bed.

I didn't get my clothes back on.

I didn't run away.

I stay right there on the bed staring up at them because I am numb, and I am so stiff, and I can't move.

Oh God, I am so stupid right now. Any right person in their mind would already be gone and out the door. Nope, not me!

I had the chance to get up and dressed and leave out the door.

But I didn't take it. So here I am, stuck and enjoying how they will punish me. But the bad thing is now. They can see how much I want this punishment they will give me.

That's just wonderful, I thought with a sarcastic. I didn't want them to know I wanted this. So now they can see I want them to spank my ass red. They found out my secret. There is no way they see it. How? I never told anyone about it. But the look on their face, they know my secret.

I like to read dark romances with hardcore sex with bondage, which is what I dream about with my mates. I want them to fuck my brains out. Now they see how a sick, crazy woman I fantasy about them am now fucking, smacking, and controlling me.

They can see the reaction on my face. I am turned on. I can't believe I was turned on, knowing they would beat my ass. Bend me over on their laps, get me on the bed, or get me to drop on my knees on the floor while they take turns smacking me with a hand or a belt. I licked my lips nervously and wanted just that.

I need to control and fight these fantasies I have all the time. But you always want this to happen. Have you been waiting, Avery? My head is trying to control my thinking.

No, I won't think about them smacking my ass right now. What I should do is stand my grown against them. They are not going to control me or scare me anymore. So that is what I did. Well, I was trying to do that. But it didn't work.

That right; I fail because I was lying to myself. There is no way you want them to leave you alone. You like this attention they are giving you.

Right now, I am turned on, and simultaneously, I am terrified of what if they play again and start making fun of me again. What if we go back before it all happens?

I didn't know I was talking out of my head inside my mind. I wasn't paying attention when I felt like being flipped.

I gasped and yelped when I felt someone grab me and flip me on my stomach. Then, I felt someone pick up my hips and make me be on all fours on the bed. I didn't have time to scream or move away. Because I felt someone scratch my underwear, yank them down, and tear off my body.

Oh, God.

Oh, God

Oh, God,

Oh, God, they can see my round ass in the air,

Oh, fuck, I can feel the air going up inside my pussy. I am trying not to moan. But it's too late.

God, yes!" I let out a moan. I heard them chuckle, and I could imagine what they saw back there. Probably how wet and red my pussy is from the other night when Elijah fucked me.

Just imagine their eyes staring at my pussy with them jacking off, watching how I am turned on right now.

They can see my pink lips peeking out of my pussy. I can feel myself getting wetter thinking about them watching me. I can feel my pussy dripping. I know they can see it too. That is what is exciting right now. Knowing they see how they make me think. I let out a yelp when I jumped when I felt someone touching my legs and running their fingers up my legs, up my thighs, and I felt a finger go inside my pussy.

"Yes, Oh God." I moaned out.

"You like that, sweetheart." First, I heard Elijah whisper with his heavy breath in my ear. Then, I felt him kiss and then bite me. Then, he started moving his thick finger so slowly and deep inside me.

I let out a groan, and I was moaning. Then Elijah pulled his finger back and thrust it back in hard.

I screamed, and I closed my eyes and bent my head down. I had my mouth open wide, screaming my pleasure and pain. I loved it. I wanted more. That I had an idea. I started rocking back and forth on his finger.

Oh, God, this feels so good. So I thought, biting my lip.

I wanted faster, and I wanted something more significant than his finger.

I licked my lips, imagining one of the guy's cocks inside my mouth and inside my tight wet pussy. I was in my own little world of pleasure. I was letting my mind run wild how wondering if Elijah fucking me with his thick finger. That I wasn't paying attention when he stopped, and he pulled out his finger where it was just inside me.

Huh?

What the hell?

What happens?

Why has he stopped?

Oh God, that wasn't nice. That was so mean and rude. I would cum just a little bit more than I would have.

Grr, I am so angry I have tears running down my cheeks.

I was crying.

I am so turned on; they are being mean and cruel.

It hurts!

They're torturing me.

I wanted to pull out my hair right now. They got on the brink of being crazy.

I am so frustrated and disappointed that they are not touching and letting me cum.

Assholes!

Prick!

Cruel.

Ignorant.

Monsters!

I want his finger or anything to get the pleasure back. It was feeling so good.

Feeling really fucking good.

But no!

He had to stop.

What an ass!