by Ramona Gray
“Baby, on your hands and knees,” I said. “It’s time for your reward.”
“I don’t want a reward,” her voice was muffled against the couch. “I want to go upstairs to my room and think about how much the both of you suck.”
I bellowed laughter and Naomi climbed to her knees and glared at me. “That really hurt, Dane. I didn’t like the spanking.”
“Oh yeah? Because your little pussy is dripping. I can see your sweet cream all over your inner thighs.”
Her face flushed and she made a little squeak when I pushed her down on the couch with her hands gripping the arm of the couch. I kneeled behind her, gently rubbing her sore ass. “I’m going to fuck you now, baby, and you’re going to suck on Mason’s cock. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,’ she said.
“I don’t have a condom, but I’ll pull out before I cum. You all right with that?”
She nodded and I loved her trust in me. As much as I wanted to put a baby in Naomi, I would never do it without her permission.
I knelt on the couch behind her as Mason pressed up against the arm of the couch. He scooped her hair into a ponytail and gripped the base of his dick with his other hand, guiding it to her mouth. “Open, sweetheart.”
She opened, taking in his cock with eager enthusiasm. She was already better at cock sucking. Our girl was a fast learner, and I loved how open and willing she was to give us pleasure.
I pressed the head of my fat cock against her clit and rubbed back and forth, loving the way she squealed around Mason’s dick and tried to grind against me.
I gave her what she wanted, sinking my cock into her tight, hot pussy. She was so wet, I slid in easily, despite the way she tried to grip me with her inner muscles. When I was balls deep, I held her hips. She moaned when my pelvis brushed against her red ass and I stroked her lower back.
“I know, baby, it hurts your little ass, but we’ll take care of that after you’ve been fucked.”
She squeezed her pussy around me in reply and I groaned loudly and made three harsh thrusts. I’d lost track of how many times I’d fucked Naomi now, but her little pussy still made me want to cum in three seconds flat.
I gritted my teeth and watched as she sucked Mason’s cock before I started a slow and deep rhythm. I reached beneath her and wetted my thumb with the liquid that coated her pussy before working it into her ass. She clenched and moaned, her tight hole was probably a little on the sore side from having the plug in it, and I rubbed her hip.
“No, baby, let me in. Give me what I want or it’s another spanking.”
I was lying. We wouldn’t spank her again, not for a few days at least, but I liked the way she submitted immediately. Her ass relaxed and I pushed my thumb past that tight ring of muscle before fucking her hard and fast, nearly shoving her face into Mason’s cock.
We got a pretty good rhythm going and I groaned and let my head fall back. I figured I had maybe another minute, minute and a half tops, before I blew my load. I reached under Naomi again with my free hand and found her hard little pearl of a clit. The minute I started to rub it her climax exploded within her. Her beautiful body tensed, and she screamed around Mason’s cock as she came.
Her pussy milked me hard and I was beyond tempted to cum deep inside of her. Instead, I pulled out and rubbed my dick hard, letting my orgasm wash over me as I coated Naomi’s ass and lower back with my hot cum. I moaned when I lifted my gaze to Mason and realized he had pulled out of Naomi’s mouth and was cumming all over her tits. My cock twitched in my hand, more cum spilling out to land on her perfect ass.
I rubbed it into her skin, breathing harshly. Mason was rubbing his cum into Naomi’s tits as she trembled on her hands and knees, her breath rushing in and out of her lungs, and her eyes closed tight.
I squeezed her hip. “Okay, baby?”
Mason leaned down and kissed her forehead, his touch gentle as he rubbed her upper back. “Are you all right, sweetheart?”
A smile curved Naomi’s lips. “I came so hard. I’ve never cum that hard before.”
I laughed and patted her thigh. “That’s good, baby. Come on, let’s get you in the shower and then we’ll cook you dinner.”
Chapter Twelve
Naomi
“Crap.” I stopped and adjusted the strap on my sandal, trying to balance on one foot as I did so. The heels were low, but after wearing flats for most of my life, I was still trying to get used to walking in even these low heels.
I smiled as I straightened and continued down the sidewalk toward the café near our office building. I loved my new clothes and shoes. I loved that I could wear makeup without worrying about getting in trouble. I loved that every penny of my paycheque went directly to a bank account that belonged to me and only me, and I especially loved fucking Mason and Dane every day.
I waited a beat, pleased with myself when my face didn’t flush bright red. I was getting better at not being so stupidly shy about sex. Hell, yesterday morning before work, Dane had put the plug in my ass, and I’d worn it until lunch time without even really thinking about it. It was surprising how normal it felt after only a few days of wearing a butt plug.
Mason and Dane made me wear a plug every time we had sex now and to my surprise, it was incredibly enjoyable. Just having it wiggled while it was in me, made my orgasm incredibly powerful, and I’d found myself daydreaming the last day or two about what it would be like to actually have a dick in my ass.
This time I did flush a little, but could you blame me? I was thinking about having sex with two men at once and I was pretty sure that porn aside, most women didn’t do that.
Whore.
I ignored my inner voice. It was becoming easier and easier every day to ignore it. In fact, I didn’t really believe it anymore. Maybe what Dane and Mason and I had wasn’t conventional, but it didn’t make me a whore either.
What you have? Girl, you don’t have anything with them. Sure, they’re enjoying banging your brains out, but that won’t last forever. You need to start looking for your own place and get used to the idea of living on your own. Once they tire of you, they’re not gonna want you to keep living with them. I don’t care what they say.
I winced, my steps slowing until I was at a standstill in the middle of the sidewalk. The lunch crowd dodged around me and I heard a few impatient grunts and sighs of annoyance, but I didn’t move. The thought that Dane and Mason would one day be tired of me, sent dismay spiraling through me.
I didn’t want them to be tired of me. I loved them and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with them.
Oh, girl, you idiot.
Yeah, probably. But I couldn’t help the way I felt. I hadn’t planned on falling in love with two men but that didn’t negate the fact that I was. Only, it meant being alone the rest of my life once they were finished with me.
I started walking again. Maybe they didn’t love me, but that didn’t mean I just had to give up without a fight. I’d spent most of my life being cowed by my father, never getting what I wanted, never having the power to make my own decisions, and I was over it. I loved Dane and Mason, I wanted to be with both of them, and I was gonna make that happen.
How hard could it be to make two guys fall in love with you?
I almost laughed out loud as I opened the café door and ducked inside. If you’d told me two months ago that I’d be having sex with two men and I’d be plotting a way to make both of them fall in love with me, I would have called you bonkers. It was funny how life had a way of –
“Naomi?”
I whirled around, my stomach dropping as I stared at my mother. “What are you doing here?”
“Please, honey, can we just talk?”
I hesitated. My mother was dressed like she was always dressed, a skirt to her ankles, a shirt that buttoned to her neck, and her hair in its usual bun, but she looked older and somehow… smaller. I realized that I’d never seen her without my father at her side before.
“Where is he?” I said befo
re looking around the café.
“Not here,” my mother said. “He doesn’t know I’m here.”
“Bullshit,” I said.
My mother winced but didn’t say anything about my foul language. “He doesn’t. I’ve been sitting in the car outside your office building, hoping you might go for a walk at lunch or… or get a bite to eat. Please, can I join you? Just for a few minutes?”
I hesitated and then nodded. “But we’re not talking about me coming home. That’s not happening, ever.”
“I know,” she said. “I just wanted to see you again. I miss you, Naomi.”
“Go and sit down, I’ll grab us some food.”
A few minutes later, I joined her at the table. I handed her a sandwich and a bottle of water before biting into my own sandwich.
We ate silently for a few minutes before Mom smiled tentatively at me. “This is good.”
“The food is really good here,” I said.
“You look good,” she said. “Thinner.”
I dropped my sandwich on the plate and grabbed my bottle of water. “That’s all that matters, huh? That I’m thin?”
“No, honey, I didn’t mean… that is…”
My mother looked so heartbroken that I couldn’t help but thaw a little. “I know, Mom. I look good because I’m happy. And I’m happy because I’m not living under Dad’s rule anymore. It’s as simple as that.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. Tears were starting to slide down her cheeks and she pushed her sandwich away. “I’m so sorry, Naomi. What your father did was wrong, and I’m so sorry I let him do it. I should never have allowed that to happen.”
“No, you shouldn’t have. What he tried to do to me and what he did to Joy isn’t right, and you let it happen.”
Her face turned the shade of old curd and I could see the hurt in her eyes. My anger with her dissipated. She was as much a victim of my father’s cruelty as Joy and I were.
“Mom, you don’t have to stay with him,” I said. “You can be free too. All of us can be free. We can get Joy back and we can find our own place and -”
“I can’t leave your father,” she said. “We’ve been married for nearly twenty-five years and I love him.”
I grimaced. “You still love him after what he did to your children?”
“You can’t help who you love,” she said. “He tries to be a good man, he does. But he’s weak. Satan has taken hold of him, but I promise he’s fighting. He feels real remorse for what he did to you.”
“Does he? Because I don’t see him here asking for my forgiveness. I don’t see him rescuing Joy from that horrible man he forced her to marry,” I said.
My mother looked sick to her stomach but this time I didn’t feel an ounce of sympathy for her. Truthfully, I felt a little sick myself over my whiplash of emotions. I wanted to hate my mother, but I couldn’t.
“I should get back to the office,” I said.
“Honey, wait.” She reached out and grabbed my hand. “I know you don’t want to have anything to do with your father, but will you at least consider a relationship with me? I’ve already lost one daughter. I don’t want to lose another.”
“You let it happen,” I said. “You let him send Joy away and -”
“I had no choice!” My mother’s voice was loud enough that the couple sitting at the table next to us glanced over. “You don’t understand what it’s like to be married to someone like your father and I pray you never will. I miss Joy as much as you do, and I know what happened to her is my fault.”
She started to cry, silent sobs that shook her entire body. My anger dissolved again into pity. “It isn’t your fault, Mom. It’s his. He did this to all of us.”
“He isn’t a monster,” she whispered.
Sick and exhausted by the games, I said, “He is, and we both know it.”
She studied our clasped hands before using some tissues from her purse to wipe her face. “I don’t want to lose you too, Naomi.”
“You won’t. But I won’t have anything to do with him. Do you understand? I’m willing to try and have a relationship with you, but only if he stays out of it.”
“All right,” she said.
“I mean it, Mom,” I said. “If he tries to weasel his way into my life by using you, I’ll cut you both out of my life for good. Do you understand?”
“I do,” she whispered.
For a moment, I was tempted to ask her if my father had blown all of the money from Mason and Dane while in Vegas, before letting it go. In the end, it didn’t matter to me what he did with the money.
“I need to get back to work,” I said. “I’ll text you, okay?”
“How? Your father cancelled your phone plan.” Her face flushed. “I begged him not to, said you wouldn’t be able to get a hold of us, but he didn’t, I mean…”
“He didn’t care,” I said. “Yeah, I’m not surprised. I have a new phone and my own plan now. I also have a bank account, a wardrobe that fits, and a friend named Jemma. I’m not the person I was even a month ago, Mom.”
“I know,” she said. “I’m happy for you, honey. Truly, I am.”
I drank the rest of my water. “I’ll text you.”
“Do they treat you well?” she asked in a low voice. “The men who…”
“The men who saved me from being raped by that toad of a man, Deacon Dennison?” I said.
She flinched again but nodded.
“Yeah. They do. They’re amazing people. They treat me with respect and kindness, and they don’t expect or ask for blind obedience. Anything we do together is because I want it to happen.”
“Naomi,” my mother’s voice was so low I had to strain to hear it, “are you – are you sleeping with them?”
“That’s none of your business,” I said. “I have to go. I’ll text you in a couple of days, okay?”
“Okay,” she said. “I love you, Naomi.”
“I know. Talk to you soon, Mom.”
* * *
Mason
“Considering it’s your birthday, you’re in one hell of a mood.” Dane clapped me on the back before sinking down on the couch beside me. “What’s up?”
“Nothing,” I said before downing the last of my whiskey in one burn-inducing swallow. “Where’s Naomi?”
Dane shrugged. “Dunno. She said she had an errand to run after work but that she wouldn’t be long. Hey, are you okay?”
I tried to school my face into something that resembled my normal mood. Not that it mattered. Dane had been my best friend for years, trying to hide my sudden melancholy from him was impossible.
“Dude, tell me what’s wrong,” Dane said.
I stared at my empty whiskey glass. Telling Dane that I’d realized this morning in the shower that I loved Naomi as much as he did felt risky. If I told him, he’d want us both to tell Naomi and I was positive she wasn’t ready for that. If we told her how we felt, she’d freak out and leave, and both Dane and I would lose our goddamn minds.
I wished like fuck I hadn’t let Naomi join me in the shower this morning. She’d wanted to do something special for my birthday, she said, and apparently that meant giving me the world’s most fucking incredible blow job in the shower. I honestly didn’t know if she’d just improved her oral techniques that much in such a short time or if my love for her made me believe everything she did was incredible.
Either way, shortly after I’d cum in her mouth and then made her cum on my fingers, I’d realized that she was the one for me. I almost snorted out loud. It seemed like such stupid timing for a realization of love, but watching Naomi moan and writhe on my fingers as she climaxed, had brought any doubt or confusion into crystal clearness for me. Sweet, loving Naomi was the only woman I wanted for the rest of my life and there was no denying it.
“Mason?”
“I love her,” I blurted out and then jumped up to refill my glass. I drank the whiskey in three swallows, my esophagus burning. “I fucking love her.”
I glanced over
at Dane who was staring at me with an amused look on his face. He raised his glass. “Congratulations on finally coming to your senses.”
“We can’t tell her,” I said.
Dane frowned. “Why the fuck not?”
“She’s not ready to hear that we love her. If we tell her that, if we tell her we want her to be with us the rest of her life, she’ll cut and run, Dane.”
“You don’t know that she’ll run,” Dane said but I could hear the doubt in his voice.
“You don’t know that she won’t. Look, we haven’t known her that long, all right? We need to take this slow. We need to show her that she belongs with us by giving her time and her own space.”
“That sounds like the opposite of what we should do,” Dane said.
“Maybe with other women, but Naomi is unique,” I said. “With her background and the way her father controlled her life, that’s the very last thing we can ever do to her. If we tell her that we love her and want her to be with us permanently after less than two months of a relationship, she might think we’re trying to control her.”
“She won’t,” Dane said. “She knows us better than that.”
“Maybe, but she hasn’t lived much of a life until now. We’re the only guys she’s slept with and,” I hated to say it, but it needed to be said, “she may want to… experiment with other guys. How many women do you know in this day and age who are happy to spend the rest of their life with the first guy they slept with?”
Dane’s face looked like I’d just slammed his finger in a car door. I hated upsetting him, but he needed to keep a clear head about this. If he didn’t, we might lose Naomi forever.
“Look, all I’m saying is that for now, we keep our true feelings to ourselves. We give Naomi a few more months of being with us, give her the opportunity to fall in love with us, and then we calmly and logically explain that we love her and want to spend the rest of our lives together.”