Family Ties

Chapter 7: Princess

I look at Ryat, who's still standing in front of me. Then, I look at my other brothers. They are all very gorgeous, I will admit.

Ryder stands up and walks over to me. Then, Rysland does the same. Now, all three of my brothers are surrounding me. I clench my thighs together, tightly and use my hands to cover both my tits and my pussy.

I feel so utterly humiliated and violated right now. But for some reason, it kinda turns me on.

"You're such a good slut for us." Rysland says, reaching out and tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"You don't need to cover up, bitch. We already saw you, you needy little whore." Ryder says.

"I'm not a whore and I'm not a slut." I say.

Ryat towers over me, lowers his head and whispers in my ear. "Don't worry about that. We'll make you one."

I flinch at his words and he growls in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

Ryder takes a step closer so that he's now on my right side. He grabs my hands, shoving them away from my body.

"Never cover up when you're with us. Unless we're in public. But, when you're around us, you're a slut, got it? Your body is only good for us. Your mouth is only good for us. You can't fuck any other guys. You can't hangout with any other guys. And you can't date anyone. You're ours. You're our property now. We own you." Ryder says.

What the fuck?

"Do you understand?" Ryat asks from my left side.

Rysland stands directly in front of me just smirking down at me.

"He asked you a question." Rysland says, interrupting my staring.

"Yes, I understand." I say.

Ryat groans in annoyance. "Agh. When will this bitch learn?"

"What?" I ask, turning my body to face him.

I'm confused. What did I do wrong now?

Ryat immediately slaps my face the minute I turn to face him.

"What the fuck?!" I shout.

"What. Do. You. Call. Us?" Ryat asks, slowly.

Ohhhh... that's what I forgot.

Well, shit.

I gulp. "Daddy."

"Good girl." Ryat says. "Now, let's try this again. Do you understand?"

I look around at each of my brothers.

As much as I don't want to admit it, I need this. I like this. I need this feeling. I want to feel wanted. Needed. Seen.

All I've felt since my parents died, and even a little while before that was depression. I need some form of escapism. And this is that escape.

So, I'm willing to do whatever it takes.

"Yes, Daddy." I answer him.

"Good fucking girl." Ryder says.

"Now, go clean up." Rysland says, tossing me my clothes, not including my panties, which I'll probably never get back.

I nod and begin to walk towards the door but I'm stopped by a hand gripping my wrist, tightly.

I turn to meet Rysland's gaze. "What?" I ask, annoyed.

"What do you call me?" He asks.

"Oh, right. Daddy." I say.

"Good, Princess. Now, you may go." He says.

I turn around and walk up to the door. I unlock it and walk across the hall to my bedroom. I walk inside, and immediately shut the door behind me. I put my back against the door and slowly slide down it. I hold my knees up against my chest and I sink deep into my thoughts.