Beg Me

Beth(21) Lessons and realizations

I have been sitting at the table upstairs for a while now, staring at the envelope that I held in my hands and honestly I am a little confused. I didn’t want to ask Derrick or Samson what this was about but I couldn’t ask Eric either. Derrick. Eric, Samson and Ben were out taking care of some kind of business. I didn’t ask where they were going or what they were doing, I just rolled over and laid there until I remembered the envelope that I had found on my desk. Getting up from the table I walk down the stairs, tossing the envelope onto the coffee table and walking to the fridge. Only to pause once I opened it; where my soda once sat was little bottles of juice with a note attached. 

 “All that soda isn’t good for you little one, so I took the liberty of switching it out with these fruity juices. Now be a good little girl, grab a juice, get your laptop and go write something dirty. When I get home I expect there to be something for me to read.”
                                                                             D.
   What the fuck? I laugh to myself knowing I walked into this when I called that asshole Daddy…..but yet I keep doing it. So as instructed I grab a blue juice because they are my favorite and head to my room. I pick up the laptop, heading for the bed so I can prop- up and be comfy as I write.  I take bits and pieces of things that I have experienced with Derrick and Samson over the last few months but pause. I still didn’t know how to suck dick, so how was I supposed to describe it.  Expelling a frustrated sigh I grab my phone and mirror it to the tv. I don’t have to type in what I am looking for, it's already up from the last time I googled instructions on “How to suck Dick?” How pathetic is it that I don’t know how, because I know it is more than just sticking it into your mouth and sucking on the damn thing. Clicking on the first video I watch as the well experienced dick sucker just swallows the dudes dick whole. I'm sure if I were to type in what I was actually looking for, that I might be able to find it, but I am feeling a little embarrassed at the moment. After scrolling through video after video, I stare up at the ceiling getting irritated with myself. When I think that I hear the door open and close, I quickly turn the TV off. Placing my laptop to the side, I stretch before opening the bedroom door. I see no one nor do I hear anything. I chock it up to my overactive imagination and head for the bathroom. My hand pauses on the knob when I hear what sounds like someone releasing a ragged breath. I chew on my lip while deciding on what to do. When I hear it again I slowly turn the knob, opening the door just enough to see someone pulling the shower door shut. When the water turns on the man lets out a groan. I inch into the room a little more wanting to know who is here. Then I hear a voice in my head telling me to use my senses. Closing my eyes I inhale deeply, focusing on the different scents in the room and sifting through them. It takes me a few minutes to get beyond the normal bathroom smells such as cleaners, air freshener and all of those who have been in here.  Another groan fills the room but it is different from the first, it sounds like a groan of pleasure and for a moment I falter in my mission of using my senses to figure out who it is in the shower. I inhale deeply and when the scent of woods and bonfires hit me my eyes open; as if my feet have a mind of their own I walk over, opening the door to reveal Samson, and I have to smother the moan that slips past my lips as I watch as the muscles in his arm strain as he slide his fist up and down his large shaft.    
     I am frozen to the spot when his blue gaze finds mine, never stopping his movements, only slowing them. A growl echoes off of the shower walls. “I can smell your pussy little one, even in your sleep I can smell it. You have no clue how many times I have envisioned taking you. Sometimes it is just us; others Derrick watches.” Samson groans out as he squeezes his cock harder. Without thinking about it I pull my shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. Without warning I launch myself at Samson, he catches me, pressing my body against the wall with his. He holds my hands above my head and stares down into my eyes. Searching my face for what I wasn’t sure, but then his mouth is on mine. His tongue demands entrance and I eagerly allow it, silently begging him to take me. Releasing my hands he grabs me behind my knees, picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He grinds his erection against me, breaking our kiss he bends his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth. He tugs at the tip with his teeth, my moan echoes off of the walls and I don’t care. The entire world could be outside listening and I wouldn’t care. My head falls back against the wall then his hand slips into my shorts, rubbing my clit. I am seconds aways from actually begging him to fuck me senseless, but he pulls his hand away. “ One of us is going to come, but it’s not going to be you little one. I believe it is time for that lesson that I promised you.” Samson’s voice is strained. Still holding me, we leave the shower and go into my room. I don’t care that we’re both soaked or getting my bed wet.  His hand lands on my shoulders, applying just enough pressure for me to slowly get on my knees. I watch as his hard cock bobs in front of my face, Samson fists his hand into my hair, “ Open your mouth and stick out that pink wet tongue.”  He demands and I quickly obey. Samson grips his cock and I watch as he slowly moves his hand up and down, still obediently holding my tongue out as I wait for him to tell me what to do next. He holds his dick so it is pointing straight up instead of at my face. “I want you to lick my cock from the base up to the tip, slowly.” I scoot closer, placing my hands on his thighs as I look up at him for a moment longer before leaning in and running the tip of my tongue up his shaft as he instructed me to do, but when I get to the tip I circle it with my tongue; smiling when he sucks in a breath at my action. He takes a seat on the edge of my bed, he must have sat on the TV remote because the TV came on, the porno that I was watching before I went to the bathroom, now blars through the room. His grip on my hair tightens slightly. “Were you taking notes or was my girl being naughty?” His grin alone causes my thighs to become more slick. “ Taking notes.” I quietly confess, not one bit shy about it either. Samson tugs on his bottom lip with his teeth. “Well then, show Daddy what you have learned.” He says starting to lean back but stops. “Oh and by the way this is a test and I will be grading you. I hope that you studied well for it.” He leans back, propping himself up on his elbows. I try to remember all the videos that I have watched, now feeling a little under pressure. Crawling closer to him I lift his dick so I can press my tongue flat against his cock, slowly licking my way up, feeling every ridge and vain as I make my way to the  tip, then as before I swirl my tongue around it. Straightening up I grab his shaft by the base as I lower my mouth around his dick. I close my lips around him and I moan at the same time he does. Something about knowing that I am giving him some kind of pleasure, gives me pleasure.  I begin suck as I make my way back to the tip, loving the way he feels in my mouth. Up and down I bob my head, every grunt and groan spurs me on. Once I feel more confident I suck more of him into my mouth. He raises up, grabbing my head, holding it still as he thrust his hips up, forcing his cock into the back of my throat. I make a surprised sound as I wasn’t expecting him to do that. He thrust in and out of my mouth a few more times before pulling out of my mouth altogether. “Look at you, on your knees, slobber dripping down your chin from sucking on your first cock.” Samson says circling me, only stopping to grab my hair, pulling my head back to look down into my eyes. “It’s fucking beautiful; you’re fucking beautiful.” he growls low causeing me to moan. Feeling brazen I turn away from him, still on my knees, sliding my hand between my legs. Rubbing myself through the wet material. I know pushing him isn’t a good idea but I am enjoying the small amount of control that he is allowing me to have right now. Derrick told me once that Samson doesn’t give up control to no one, that he loves to Dominate his partner. I knew that just from looking at the way he carries himself, just like Derrick. “ Seems someone has been taking notes. Also seems to me that having a mouthful of my cock makes her little pussy wet.”   He says sniffing the air. He grabs my hips, pulling me against him. “Samson, please I am so fucking horny it hurts.    Make me feel better, take this pain away.” The voice that leaves my mouth sounds as if it belongs to  someone else. My tone drips with lust, letting him hear how turned on this whole thing has made me.   Samson growls into my ear and I shiver. “Time for lesson number two, since you did such a great job with the first one. Now get that ass up on the bed or I am going to turn your ass such a beautiful red.”   He nips my neck and I scramble off of the floor, sitting on my knees at the end of the bed. He climbs up on the bed and motions for me to come to him. I crawl to him on my hands and knees, until I am straddling him. I grab his face, brushing my lips against his. I grind myself against him, his mouth catching the moan that slips past my lips. “What do you want little one?” Samson’s voice is deep and husky. “Right now, I want your cock back in my throat.” I nip his nipple as I make my way down to his hard length.   I still don’t really know what I am doing but as long as he keeps grunting his approval, I will continue with what I am doing. After a few minutes of me trying to suck his soul through his dick, he puts his hand on the back of my head and holds me as he fucks my mouth, using me to get what he needs.  Then he pulls me up, turns me so I am looking at the wall, then begins to pull me up his body. I start to lose my nerve when I realize what lesson two entails. Slowly I lean forward, licking him before I suck him into my mouth. “Such a good girl, such a fast and eager learner.” Samson says on a hiss.  His arms wrap around my thighs, I can feel his breath against me and the anticipation is killing me.   I jerk as much as allowed when his tongue touches my clit.  I gasp and he thrust his cock as far as it will possibly go, but it doesn’t scare me.  I am losing myself in this pleasure and I don’t want to come back from it. I want to stay here forever, But it is short lived when I hear curses dripping in anger. I know that it isn’t Derrick, Eric would just walk away so that only leaves one person. 
     “Are you kidding me, you told us that you needed to come to the house to take a shower.  The only evidence of a shower is that you left the water running, must have been in a hurry to shove your cock in her throat.” Ben sounds angry. His eyes land on me. Bitch moves fast, one minute she is all over Derrick and the next she is sucking you off.” He swears. He obviously doesn’t know but this is my first time sucking dick, but he doesn’t need to know that.  He started mumbling under his breath, I couldn’t hear everything that was said but I am pretty sure he said something about being a whore. “What did you just say? You know what, it doesn’t matter what you said. Just get the fuck out of here.” I say, grabbing a random shirt from the bed and pulling it on over my head. “The bitch is even wearing Derrick’s shirt like she belongs to him or something.” He’s smiling but it’s twisted. I have been wearing Derrick shirts for years and it never had anything to do with belonging, or wanting to belong to him. “Ben If I were you I would leave now, I don’t give two shits where you go but it doesn’t need to be here.” Samson says as if he is warning Ben without actually saying anything at all. Samson and Ben stare at each, when Ben doesn’t leave I throw my hands up. “Fuck it!” I say as I climb back into Samson’s lap. “Fucking whore.” Before I could move Samson tossed me off of his lap. When I looked up he had his forearm against Ben’s throat, holding him against the wall. Growling erupted through the room, including my own. I sat up in a crouching position on the bed, as if I was preparing to pounce. “ Don’t ever let me hear you call her that again or you will regret it.” Samson says, removing his arm from Ben’s throat. Samson backs away watching me the whole time. I move from the bed about the time Ben says something, but it is so low that I can’t hear him but the look on Samson’s face says it wasn’t good whatever it was. I placed myself between the two, standing in front of Samson, placing my head directly underneath his chin, well as close as I could get anyway with being as short as I am. “See she so stupid that she is treating you as if you were her Alpha, instead of Derrick.” My eyes grow wide at his words, but as I open my mouth a loud growl echoes off of the walls. “Ben, that is enough.” Derrick says, his eyes are that ice blue color of his wolf. Ben grins and I know that he is about to say something stupid. “How do you feel knowing that when you’re gone she prefers Samsons company? How does it make you feel knowing that she willingly got down on her knees, and sucked his dick as if it was the only thing that brought air into her lungs?” My face burns hot as Derrick swings his gaze from Ben to where I still stand in front of Samson. Hurt flashing in his eyes, but it was gone so quickly that I wasn’t sure if that was what I saw or not. “Even now she stands in front of him, like she could protect Samson from me. She doesn’t see you as her alpha D, she answers to Samson.” Bens cocks his head turning to look at me. “I bet right now if Samson told her to finish what she started, she would get down on her knees, pull his cock free, suck it into her tight little throat and not give a damn that we’re even in the room because he told her to do so. Like the good for nothing whore she is, just like her mother.” His eyes almost look black, which should have been enough to scare me. Samson’s arm wraps around my middle as I jump, pulling me against him. “Ben, what the hell is your problem? You have no right to call me anything, I have never done anything to you besides threatening to kick your ass when you cornered me in the hall at work, but you had that coming.  Since the very first time I met you, you have always acted like I was evil or something. Every breath I take seems to infuriate you.” I growl out in anger. My blood burns in my veins, my pulse pounds in my ears, then a thought occurs to me and I have to take a moment before I can say anything else.
       “Beta.” Derrick calls my name but I say nothing as I try to make sense of my thoughts. “Beta.” He sounds more stern this time, but I still can’t answer him. I have too many things running through my head. I need to make sense of them before I can even speak the words into existence. I walk to the kitchen table, placing my hands on the cool wooden surface. I can feel all of their eyes on me and it causes a cool sweat to break out across my brow. “Damit Beta, come here.” I can feel his command run through me; followed by a second of shock but I try to fight against it. Ben laughs as if he finds it funny. “See I told you, she doesn’t answer too you.” Ben sounds smug. I can feel the small amount of anger that rolls through Derrick, right before he gives a command that I can’t ignore. “Beta, now.” Derrick growled, and it felt as if an unseen force turned my body to face him. My feet started to move on their own until Derrick opened his mouth and I wanted to smack him. “On your knees and crawl.” He sounded mad and slightly amused at the same time. As if someone had kicked me from behind, I went to my knees and started crawling to where Derrick stood, only to stop in between Derrick and Samson. Unable to stand, I stayed there on my hands and knees between the two until I was given permission to stand, then told to share my thoughts. “Ben, it was you. You broke into my hotel room, left that box of video tapes. you recorded me with Derrick and it must also mean that you took my binder and those pictures of Derrick and I.”  I said in a shocked tone. I couldn’t figure out why he would do any of that and it brought up more questions. Was he going to blackmail me, did he show them to my mom, was it even me who caused everything that happened or was it Ben?