"What was so important?" Eric asked as he walked through the door Krista held open for him. Krista had called him, told him her address and asked him to come over.

"I need your help with something," she said, closing the door behind him.

"You couldn't get Tyler to help you?" Eric asked.

"He's at the hospital with his mom," Krista said.

"Oh, sorry," Eric said. "So what do you need help with?"

"The thing is," Krista said walking towards him, "Tyler left before he had a chance to do what we had planned."

"What was that?" Eric asked.

"We had planned for him to stuff her hot little ass with cock," Damien said coming out of the kitchen, "while she sucked my dick.

"Who are you and what are you talking about?" Eric asked.

"That's Damien," Krista replied, walking towards him as she pushed her sweatpants off her hips, "and he knows how bad I need to be fucked. He wants you to do it."

"Aww, man," Eric said, running his hand through his hair in disbelief. "Are you for real? I mean first the bathroom and now this. Where do they make girls like you?"

"Same place they make all the other girls I guess," Krista said, as she pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor at Eric's feet.

"I don't think so," Eric said. "You definitely are different from any girl I've ever met.

"Not really," Krista said. "It was only about six months ago that I was exactly like all those other girls. The only difference is that now I'm free to do what I want."

"That's it?" Eric asked.

"Truly," Krista said.

"So how's this supposed to work?" Eric asked, looking back and forth between Damien and Krista.

"Simple," Damien said as he came up behind Krista. "Take off her bra. You know you want to see her naked."

Krista lifted her arms to make it easier as Eric pulled the sports bra slowly up her body. Her eyes filled with desire as she stood between the two men. She lifted her chin and made eye contact with Eric as she licked her lips.

"I mean," Eric said, clarifying, "are there rules? Can I kiss you if I want? Can I touch you?"

Krista leaned back against Damien letting his arms circled her possessively.

"You have to ask Damien," Krista said, closing her eyes in bliss as Damien fondled her breasts. "He tells me what to do."

Eric watched as Krista's nipples hardened in the other man's hands. It was weird, being there while this guy touched her, but the bathroom blowjob thing had been way beyond hot. He would kick himself until the day he died if he passed up this opportunity.

"So you make the rules?" Eric asked looking at Damien.

"I do, yes," Damien responded. "You can touch her and kiss her, so long as you understand that she belongs to me."

"I get it man," Eric said. "She's yours. Although I wouldn't mind having a girl like her of my own."

"Just not this one," Damien said as he slid his hand down the front of Krista's body and began stroking the tiny patch of hair above her clit.

"Right," Eric agreed.

"She likes teeth," Damien said, letting her go. "So use them on her and don't be gentle. BUT you have to stop if she's lance a instantly, understand? That's her safe word."

"Ok," Eric said.

"She won't do it unless she really needs to," Damien said before changing his focus to Krista and giving her a gentle push. "Kiss him."

"Hi," Eric said when Krista landed in his arms.

"Hi," Krista replied. She didn't know why, but she was suddenly nervous. "He's right a about what I like and what I want."

"Good," Eric said. He had been hoping she would give him some sign that this really was okay. It was so far out of the ordinary, he hadn't been sure. Hearing her say the words released the control he had been holding on to.

With an impatient groan, Eric pulled Krista by her hair, angling her head so their mouths could meet. He kissed her greedily, hungrily, like there couldn't possibly be enough time for him to take all that he wanted.

With Damien biting and sucking her neck from behind and Eric from the front, Krista felt herself swept along by the force of their combined passion. Krista's pussy throbbed as Eric ground his body into hers. His mouth moved down her jaw, grazing it with his teeth while he crushed her breasts in his hands. Krista screamed at the harsh contact, then moaned as he released her and pleasure replaced the pain. When he repeated the process with his mouth on her nipple, she thought she would lose her mind.

"You guys have on to many clothes," Krista said breathlessly when she realized that both men were still fully dressed.

"The only one who needs to be naked," Damien said, spinning Krista around to face him, "is you. For now, your only purpose is to satisfy us. Understand, slut?"

"Yes Master," Krista said. Damien's words, the look on his face and his actions all worked together to arouse her beyond belief.

"Eric here is going to fill up this fuck hole," Damien said as he pushed several fingers inside her, "while I fuck your tight little throat. Then he's going to slide inside that sexy ass of yours and fuck you until we both fill you up with come."

"And when we're finished with you," Eric said as he reached out a hand to pull Krista's hair, "We will leave you lying on the floor, like a used up slut, come dripping out of you."

The mental image in Krista's brain was tormenting her. Her entire life she'd always expected for men to treat her with care and respect. Now she was lusting for the complete opposite. She imagined herself lying in puddles of their come and realized it was exactly what she wanted.

"Yes, please," Krista said as she heard Eric unzip his pants.

"Her pussy is dripping wet," Damien said as he pulled his fingers out of her and lifted them to her lips. "Fuck her there first, and you won't even need any lube for her ass."

Damien pushed his pussy covered fingers inside Krista's mouth, then pulled her head towards his crotch. So far, he wasn't really having any problems with Eric being here, but the other guy wasn't fucking her yet. Damien hoped he could keep his cool, because otherwise, he and Krista didn't have a chance.

"You know what to do, slut," Damien said. As Krista unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free, his fingers tangled in her hair and began to move her where he wanted her. He loved being able to control her this way, pushing her mouth farther and farther down his dick.

Krista felt Damien's cock slide into the back of her throat as Eric pushed into her wet pussy from behind. She moaned in enjoyment as both men filled her simultaneously. After a few strokes, Krista felt Eric pull out of her pussy and line up with her ass.

"You have to go slow," Damien said to Eric when he noticed what was happening. "She hasn't had any prep."

"I thought she liked pain," Eric said, confused. "Wouldn't it be the same?"

"Maybe," Damien said, stroking her face softly. "But she ended up in the hospital the first time I fucked her ass, and that was with lots of prep. So, just go slow."

Krista listened to them talking. Even with the role that she was playing as worthless fuck hole, Damien had taken care of her, ensuring that Eric didn't accidentally hurt her. She moaned around his dick in appreciation as Eric slowly pushed into her.

Mistaking Krista's moan, Eric pushed harder, forcing himself past the sphincter and deep inside. Krista felt all the breath leave her body and her knees get weak as pain receptors overloaded her brain. She fell to her knees and cried out as Damien's dick slipped from her mouth.

"What the fuck did I just tell you?" Damien yelled. "I said go slow! What's wrong with you?"

"I've never done a girl this way before," Eric said. "She moaned. I thought she wanted more."

Damien dropped down to the floor, pulling Krista into his lap. He kissed her softly and wiped away the tears that were leaking out of her eyes.

"I'm so sorry, baby," Damien said. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," Krista said, "it just shocked me. Too much, too fast. Give me a few minutes."

"Maybe I better go," Eric said, putting his now flaccid dick back in his pants. Seeing Krista crying on the floor had completely killed the moment for him. "I'm sorry Krista. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know you didn't, Eric," Krista said as she smiled up at him weakly, tears still in her eyes. "It's not your fault."

"Just do yourself a favor, bro," Damien said, "and read about it on the internet or something. You could have really, really hurt her."

"It wasn't his fault Damien," Krista said. "Don't be so hard on him."

"Sorry man," Damien said. "I just... I don't know..."

"It's cool," Eric said, walking towards the door. "If I had a girl like her, I would probably be irrational too."

"Call us in a few days, okay?" Krista asked. "I still owe you a rematch."

"Uh-uh, no way," Eric said. "I called dibs to be on your team at the bar."

"And here I thought you wanted another chance to tackle me," Krista said, with a laugh.

"I'll see you later," Eric said as he opened the door and walked out.

"Baby, I'm so sorry," Damien said as, he turned her face up to his and brushed her hair out of the way. "It's my fault."

"It's no one's fault," Krista said. "I'm sorry I reacted like that. It just hurt so bad for a second, I swear the room went black. But I'm okay now, honestly."

"Whatever," Damien said. "I think we're done for awhile. Let's just sit and watch a movie or something."

Damien stood with her in his arms and walked over to the couch. He sat Krista gently on the couch and grabbed the afghan, pulling it around her.

"No clothes?" Krista asked.

"I said awhile," Damien said walking over to the DVDs, "not indefinitely."

"Harry Potter much?" Damien asked, when he noticed that she had all of the movies. "I bet you have all the books too."

"I know it's silly," Krista said, "but I read the first book and fell in love with it. You can't help but feel sorry for him and then as he starts to grow up, you get all involved with the conflict between him and Voldemort."

"Just stop right there," Damien said. "I'll take your word for it."

"I should make you watch them with me, beginning to end," Krista said. "But you would probably die. How about the new Sherlock Holmes movie, with Robert Downey Jr.?"

"Actually, I haven't seen it yet," Damien said. "I loved the first one though."

"Yeah me too," Krista said. "Let's watch that one."

Damien put the movie into Krista's DVD player and grabbed the afghan off the back of the recliner. He curled up on the couch with her, arranging the afghan so she wouldn't be cold.

"You know, it was really sweet," Krista said, "the way you got all freaked out about me with that whole Eric thing."

"I guess," Damien said. "You don't know what it was like to carry your body into the emergency room. So when Eric hurt you like that, I was so angry with him. He should have been more careful with you."

"It wasn't his fault," Krista said. "He didn't know. And you aren't so very careful with me either at least not until it's over."

"That's not actually true," Damien said. "I am very, very careful with you. It just seems as if I'm not. I have used the equipment, the toys and the implements for years, plus I know your body. I would never do anything that would actually hurt you, Krista."

"But you are always so hard, so abrasive," Krista said. "Don't get me wrong, I love it, but it's hard to believe that you're thinking of me and what I want the whole time."

"To tell you the truth, there's a lot more to me than what you've seen. I have other sides, but I was determined to show you that the darkness in me matches what's in you. The harshness and cruelty serve my purpose, but that's not all that I am. One day, you will see that the light shines just as brightly as the dark, not just for me, but for you too. For now, though, this is all new for you and it's fun to play in the dark."

"So what's the difference between the light and the dark?" Krista asked.

"The light is filled with love," Damien said, "the dark a only sex."

"I don't know," Krista said introspectively. "Maybe there is love in the dark too. Maybe it's possible to love someone by embracing their dark side."

"I guess that's possible," Damien said, "but it wouldn't be the kind of happy go lucky alove' you are always hearing about."

"Of course not," Krista replied," but that's not real love anyway, at least I don't think so. Real love means accepting everything about a person. You have to love all the pieces of their personality that make them who they are, even the dark parts. Real love is sacrifice. It means being willing to touch the dirty, grimy parts of someone's soul and love them anyway, not just the sticky sweet things they keep on the surface."

Damien thought about what Krista had said as they sat and watched the movie. It made sense, and he had never thought of it like that. He hadn't thought that by indulging the dark side of another that you can show your love for them. That's exactly what he was doing with her though. Even the act of sharing her could be boiled down into accepting a part of her dark side.

Chapter 27.

Damien's phone rang half way through the movie. As Krista paused the DVD player, Damien answered his phone.