by Ramona Gray
This makes you a whore. You know that, right?
I guessed that it probably did but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I had made a fool of myself trying to be normal last night. Maybe being a sweet normal girl wasn’t something I could be. Other than Jemma’s descriptions of her various trysts with different men, I’d never talked about sex with another woman before. But I was guessing that most women didn’t get excited about the thought of having a cock in her pussy and a cock in her ass at the same time.
Jemma wanted both of them at once. She told you that.
That was true. But Jemma seemed to like sex a whole lot and she had never once mentioned a steady boyfriend. Maybe she was a whore as well.
Even just thinking about Mason and Dane fucking me together made my pussy tingle. I shifted against the bed. Already I was thinking dirty thoughts and using bad words in my head. Didn’t that just prove my point that I was meant to be a whore and not a good girl?
“Whore,” I whispered. “I’m a whore.”
I glanced upward and when God didn’t strike me dead, I said, “I’m a whore who is going to – to fuck two men at once.”
Curiously enough, saying it out loud made me feel good so I said it twice more before grabbing my phone from the nightstand. It was time to go downstairs and tell Dane and Mason that I wanted to have sex with them. Heat infused my cheeks, but I tamped down my embarrassment. I didn’t want to – couldn’t - be normal. I was –
My phone rang in my hand and I almost dropped it. I stared at the number and let it ring twice more before hitting the answer button. “Hello, Mom.”
“Naomi? Oh my goodness, Naomi! I’ve been so worried about you. Why haven’t you returned my calls?”
“I’ve been busy,” I said.
“Have you – are you okay?” she said.
“I’m fine. Why are you calling?”
My mother made an indignant sound. “Why am I calling? You’re my daughter, Naomi, and two strange men just – just stole you away from us. I’ve been scared stiff about what’s happened to you.”
My laughter felt like jagged knives in my throat. “They didn’t steal me, Mom. They bought me. For a hundred grand, remember?”
“Honey, I – I didn’t want to do that.”
“No?” I said. “But you were perfectly fine with selling me for twenty-five thousand dollars to Deacon Dennison?”
“We had no choice, honey. You – you know that.”
“You had a choice!” I said. “You had a choice and you made the wrong one. I have to go.”
“Naomi, wait!”
My mother was starting to cry, and a sliver of guilt trickled through me. “Mom, I’m fine. Dane and Mason are really good to me – much better than Deacon Dennison would have been. My life is better now so don’t worry about me.”
“I want you to come home,” she whispered. “Please just come home. Those – those men can’t legally keep you. There weren’t any contracts signed or promises made.”
“I can’t come back home,” I said. “Are you crazy, Mom? I can’t live with Dad anymore and you shouldn’t either. It’s going to take me a few months to get enough money for my own place but once I do, maybe you could – I don’t know – stay with me for a bit.”
My anger at my mother’s betrayal was disappearing under a wave of pity.
“I can’t leave your father, honey,” my mother said. “Please, just come home and we’ll forget all about what happened.”
“Until the next time he needs money and tries to sell me again,” I said. “I’m not coming home, Mom. Not while he’s there.”
“He isn’t here,” she said. “So, why don’t you come home, and we’ll have some girl time - just you and me for a few days. By the time your father comes back, you’ll see why you shouldn’t have moved out.”
“Where is he?” I was immediately suspicious. My father rarely travelled, and he certainly didn’t travel without my mother.
“I – well, he had some business stuff to take care of in Vegas.”
“Dad is in Vegas?” I said. “For business.”
“Yes,” she said.
“Why would he go to Vegas for business? He never travels for…
The truth hit me like a brick. “Holy shit. He’s gambling the hundred thousand, isn’t he?”
“Don’t curse, Naomi. It isn’t ladylike,” my mother said automatically.
“Fuck ladylike,” I spat into the phone. I ignored my mother’s horrified gasp. “He’s gambling with the money that Dane and Mason gave to him! He’s insane.”
“He – he is struggling with sin right now, Naomi. When he finds the strength from God to -”
“He isn’t going to find God in Vegas,” I said. “I have to go. Please don’t call me again.”
“Naomi, please, I -”
I pushed the end button and stared at the screen of my cell phone. It was old and battered and the plan was under my father’s name. I was surprised he hadn’t cancelled it yet.
Just another way to keep his claws in you.
I suddenly tossed my cell phone into the small garbage can by the bed. I would buy a cell phone and set up an account under my own name with my next paycheque. I still needed to talk to Dane and Mason about how much my share of rent and groceries would be, but I was confident they would be okay with me possibly using rent money to get a new phone just this once.
I stared at myself in the mirror before tugging at my t-shirt. I thought I would be upset after talking to my mother but, oddly, I wasn’t. In fact, it felt like a heavy weight had lifted off my shoulders. I had lost my mother but if I was being honest, I had stopped thinking of her as my mother the day she let my father send Joy away. I was free of my father for the first time and I was nearly giddy with happiness.
Smiling, I walked out of my room and ran down the stairs. I could hear Dane and Mason talking in the kitchen and my footsteps slowed when I realized they were arguing. I crept to the doorway and leaned against the wall, listening intently as they argued about whether they should fuck me or not.
* * *
Mason
“Dane, we can’t.”
“For fuck’s sake, Mason,” Dane paced in the kitchen. “What the hell is wrong with you? One minute you’re fine with having sex with her and the next, you’re not. Didn’t last night prove to you that Naomi wants to be with us? Both of us? She wanted to have sex.”
I sighed and rubbed at my forehead. “She wanted to have vanilla sex with us, Dane. I’m still not sure that -”
“You were the one who threatened to spank her!” Dane snarled. “Or have you fucking forgot that?”
“No, I haven’t,” I said. “And that’s my point. I’m not capable of doing just vanilla sex anymore. I’m dominant and so are you and trying to hide that or pretend it doesn’t exist around Naomi isn’t fair to any of us.”
“We’re not going to hide it,” Dane said. “We’re going to talk to her, remember?”
“She won’t want that,” I said. “She’ll only want vanilla sex.”
“Then I’ll give her vanilla sex.”
I sighed. “I already told you, I can’t do just vanilla sex.”
“I didn’t say ‘we’,” Dane said.
“Seriously?” Hurt infused my words.
“You told me before that you would go ahead and seduce Naomi even if I didn’t,” Dane said.
I wanted to tell him he was a fucking asshole, but he had a point. Before I realized just how badly Naomi’s father had fucked her up, I’d been more than willing to go ahead and seduce her – with or without Dane.
“She’s a natural submissive,” Dane said.
“Because of her father,” I countered. “It isn’t healthy.”
“You don’t know that for sure,” Dane said.
My hurt turned to frustration, but Dane said with calm finality, “I’m going to fuck her, Mason. And I’ll fuck her without you if I have to.”
“That isn’t what I want.”
W
e both froze and then stared guiltily at Naomi standing in the doorway. She was wearing tight jeans and a shirt that hugged her tits, and my dick immediately made a bid for freedom against my zipper. For the first time ever, her hair wasn’t braided, and I stared in fascination at it as she joined Dane at the coffee maker and poured herself a cup of coffee. Her hair fell to her waist and it looked shiny and so goddamn soft. I wanted to bury my face in it. Apparently, Dane did too because he leaned down and actually sniffed at her hair like a damn dog.
For once she didn’t twitch or look nervous. Instead she smiled confidently at Dane before sitting down at the table. Dane brought her some milk and sugar and slid into the seat next to her.
“Thank you, Dane.”
“You’re welcome, baby.”
We watched silently as she added the milk and sugar to her coffee and stirred it. My initial shock over seeing her with her hair down had faded and now my stomach was churning. Naomi didn’t want us anymore.
“Why have you changed your mind about fucking us?” Dane asked abruptly.
I groaned and took a drink of my own coffee. Dane was always blunt and to the point. Normally I liked that about my best friend, but right now I wished he would shut the hell up.
“I haven’t,” Naomi said.
“Sweetheart, you just said that wasn’t what you wanted,” I said. “We both heard you.”
She sipped at her coffee before setting it down on the table and staring at the steam rising from it. “No, I said I didn’t want just Dane, um, fucking me. I want both of you there for my first time.”
Relief flooded across Dane’s face and he stroked her long hair. “Whatever you want, baby.”
“No,” I said, “not whatever she wants.” Dane glared at me, but I continued anyway. “She needs to know, Dane.”
“That you’re both dominant,” Naomi said. “I already know that.”
“Do you even know what that means?” I asked.
“I think so,” Naomi said.
She took another sip of coffee before suddenly standing and plopping herself down onto Dane’s lap. Dane’s face suggested he had died and gone to heaven and I swallowed my thin thread of jealousy. He buried his face in Naomi’s neck and pressed a warm kiss against her skin as she put one arm around his shoulders and stared at me.
“What does it mean?” I challenged.
“It means – oh!” Her back arched. Dane was cupping her breast through her t-shirt as he licked the column of her throat.
“Dane, enough!” I said.
“Not enough,” Naomi said with a little giggle.
Dane laughed and pinched her nipple through her shirt before kissing her neck. “You smell good, baby.”
“Thank you.” She tugged his hand away from her breast. “You’d better behave before Mason spanks you.”
She giggled again as Dane squeezed her thigh. “I can’t wait to see your pretty ass covered in my handprints.”
“Dane!” I wanted to throw my coffee mug at him. I had no idea what the hell was happening. Naomi didn’t just look different in her jeans and t-shirt with her dark hair flowing down her back, she was acting like a completely different person. What the fuck was going on?
“Why aren’t you afraid of Dane anymore?” I said.
“Fuck off, Mason,” Dane said with a remarkable lack of ire. He was still staring at Naomi like a lovesick puppy.
Naomi took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I woke up this morning and I felt different. Now that I’m away from my father, I thought what I wanted most was to be normal. It’s why I went to the party last night and tried alcohol. Only, I hated it. Not just the alcohol, but everything. There were too many people and the guys that talked to us were annoying and immature. I hated it. All I wanted was to be here with the both of you. I know that having sex with two men isn’t what normal women do, and I know it makes me a whore, but I don’t care. I want to have sex with both of you. You make me feel good and safe and – and happy.”
Dane cupped her face and pressed a kiss against her mouth. “Having sex with both of us doesn’t make you a whore, Naomi.”
“Doesn’t it?” she asked with honest curiosity.
“No,” Dane said. “There are people who don’t understand this lifestyle. They don’t believe that someone can want to be with more than one person, but that’s okay. We don’t need them to understand it. Do we?”
“I guess not,” Naomi said. “But it’s not normal.”
“Maybe not.” Dane shrugged. “But who gets to decide what normal actually is?”
She studied him for a moment before dipping her head and kissing him. “I’m sorry I was afraid of you.”
“I’ll never hurt you, baby.”
“I know.” She smiled at both of us. “Do we have time to have sex before you go to work, do you think?”
“Fuck work,” Dane said. “We’re taking the day off.”
Naomi grinned at him. “Really? Are you sure you can do that? I know you’re busy.”
“I’m the boss,” Dane said. “I can do whatever I want.”
He nuzzled her neck again, and I finally shook out of my goddamn stupor. “What is happening?”
“I want to have sex with both of you. I know you’re both dominants and I’m okay with that,” Naomi said.
“You don’t know that that means,” I said.
“I do, mostly,” she said. “It means that you like to be in control. That you’ll tell me what to do and if I don’t do it, I’ll be punished with a spanking.”
I rubbed at the pulsing vein in the middle of my forehead. “Sweetheart, it’s more than that.”
“Is it though?” Dane said with a little grin.
“You know it is!” I said.
“Then tell me,” Naomi said.
My frustration and my anxiety that Naomi would leave us if she really knew what we wanted in bed boiled over and the words came rushing out of me. “It means that we’re going to make you wear leather cuffs and a leather collar around your neck, maybe even a leash sometimes. We’re going to tie you to the bed, blindfold you, put clamps on your nipples and then tease and torment you until you’re begging us to let you cum. We’re going to fuck your pussy, your mouth and your ass. We’ll make you call us both “sir” and do exactly what we tell you to do. If you don’t, we’ll punish you with spankings and floggings and we’ll deny you orgasms until you’re a good girl.”
Dane glared at me. Naomi was giving me a thoughtful look and my mouth dropped open when she said, “But only in the bedroom, right?”
“What?” I said.
“I only have to do what you tell me in the bedroom,” she said. “Outside of the bedroom, I do whatever I want.”
“Of course,” Dane said as I continued to stare at her with my mouth hanging open.
“Then I’m good,” Naomi said. “I want to try all of those things.”
Dane kissed her hard on the mouth. “Are you sure, baby?”
“I’m positive,” Naomi said. “I heard what you said about being naturally submissive and I think you’re right.”
“Because your father is an asshole,” I said hoarsely as I leaned forward. “Naomi, sweetheart, you’re submissive because of an overbearing father not because you -”
“You’re wrong,” Naomi said. “I don’t like being told what to do or how to act. I only did what my father said because I was afraid of him. I’m not afraid of you,” she glanced at Dane, “I’m not afraid of either of you. But I do like it when you tell me what to do during sex. I like when Dane pinches my nipples and when you say you’re going to spank me. I like it, Mason. A lot. Maybe I won’t like all of it, but I’ll tell you if I don’t like something.”
Dane kissed her again. “You’ll have a safe word, baby, and we’ll talk about what hard and soft limits are. Okay?”
“Okay,” she said. She sat up a little straighter. “Anyway, I’m a grown woman and I can do what I want. If I want to – to get kinky with two men, then I will. You don’t ge
t to tell me I can’t, Mason.”
I couldn’t stop the smile from crossing my face at her stubborn little scowl. “Sweetheart, I wouldn’t dream of telling you what to do outside of the bedroom.”
“Good,” she said. “So, can we have sex now?”
Naomi smiled sweetly and I was lost. “Yes,” I said. “God, yes.”
Chapter Eight
Naomi
I wasn’t nervous. I suppose I should have been, but I really wasn’t. I was trembling and my legs felt a bit rubbery as I followed Dane up the stairs, but it wasn’t from nerves. I was about to have sex for the first time, and I couldn’t fucking wait.
I felt a twinge of guilt at cursing but ignored it. I could do what I wanted. Dane opened a door and Mason and I followed him into the room. It was a large bedroom with crisp white walls, red and grey accents and two big windows that filled the room with bright light. A king-size bed covered in a dark grey quilt was the centerpiece of the room. I stared at the heavy metal eye hooks screwed into the wooden headboard with an utter lack of surprise. There were matching eye hooks in the footboard, and I tapped Dane on the shoulder.
“Whose room is this?”
“Mine,” he said as he stripped off his shirt. Behind me, Mason was doing the same, but my focus was on the smattering of dark hair on Dane’s chest and the hard ridges of muscle that lined his abdomen. I reached out and traced the hard line of muscles, smiling a little when they jerked beneath my touch.
Dane made a hoarse noise of need as he reached for the buckle of his belt. “Mason, undress her.”
Mason moved closer behind me and I automatically lifted my arms when his hands gripped the hem of my shirt. He pulled it over my head and dropped it to the floor before quickly stripping me of the rest of my clothing. My jeans were tight, and they dragged my underwear with them. Dane groaned again when my pussy was revealed. He was already naked, and he gripped his hard cock and stroked it as Mason removed his clothes.