Stolen

Part 7: Beg for It

Marilynn opened her eyes. What was that for? She had thought he hated her. Him ignoring her tears while fucking fucking her last night seemed to be a pretty good indicator of that. Maybe he didn't mean anything by the gesture.
She closed her eyes again until Everly came back and shook her shoulder. "Hey, wake up," he said somewhere between a whisper and a quiet voice. Marilynn squeezed her eyes shut tighter and turned over the other way as though she had just awoken. "Come on." He grabbed her arm from under the covers and pulled her towards him. While stumbling out of bed Marilynn held on to a blanket, trying to cover herself, but he ripped it away and threw it back onto the bed. He was dressed already, in black jeans and a Green Day t-shirt that she saw was noticeably fitted.

She looked away, face burning, as Everly took her hand and led her into the living room. Walking was painful with the amount of soreness below her waist. Davis was coming up from the kitchen with a steaming tray of food, which he set down on the coffee table. He bent over to lay the scrambled eggs, toast and diced ham out, and while he did, Everly got close and squeezed his ass. "Gonna be my housewife, are you? We don't need two." He chuckled.

Davis seemed unbothered and straightened up again. "Thanks for breakfast, anyways," Everly whispered in his ear, putting an arm around him. He caught Marilynn staring and said harshly, "If you want any, get on your knees and beg for it."
Her eyes widened and she knelt slowly under his and Davis's gaze. "Go on," he said. "P-please," she began, "May I have food?"

"Hmm..." Everly stalled.

She knew exactly what he wanted to hear, and it was probably something she'd have to give to him, anyways, before she'd be allowed to eat. Marilynn took a breath and pressed her hands down on the floor. "Master, would you grace your little slut with some food?"

Everly whistled surprisedly. "I didn't even know you had that in your vocabulary, but whatever," he said, shoveling egg onto her plate. He put a piece of toast on the side and handed it, along with a fork, to her. "Go eat in the hallway," he told her.

She left the room and sat in the hallway with her plate, huddled against the wall just around the corner. They were conversing quietly in between the sounds of their chewing.

Everly spoke first. "Damn, Dav, you'll have to do me sometime."

"Nah," the other said. "You wouldn't want me on yourself if you had felt it."

They spoke more, about school and Davis's work and Everly's family, which she had known already was pretty lax in enforcing house rules due to his five younger siblings. She guessed that had been why he'd been able to be away overnight. She pulled her knees closer to herself and continued eating. Father would have never allowed that.

She hadn't finished eating, but both of them had, and were getting up from the table and walking past her. Everly pulled her upright by her wrist and they went to the door down the stairs. Both guys stood in the entrance until Everly hugged Davis. "See you soon," he whispered, then kissed him on the cheek.

Davis opened the door and waved, and in from behind him blew cool air smelling of damp leaves and rain. The parking lot was shrouded in a layer of morning mist, and a singular blue car - Mr Kobalt's stolen one - was parked by the sidewalk.

Everly closed the door, then pushed the curtains aside and silently watched Davis disappear into the fog through the window. He turned to look at her, and she hugged herself and stared at the floor until he spoke suddenly.

"Alright, we need to get ready."

"F-for what?" she asked.

"The party tonight," he said. "Come on."