“Cherry told me you were interested in being included in our relationship and making this a three-person couple. A ‘throuple’ Cherry called it.”
Cherry giggled when Atlas said the word.
“Throuple,” she repeated. “Isn’t that clever?”
Atlas joined in her laughter, Trixie thought the whole idea was silly, but she participated in the silliness.
“Yes, so clever,” she agreed.
Anything to get into Atlas’ good graces.
When the laughter died down, he continued, “I am open to the idea, but I’ll only do it if my babygirl is a hundred percent comfortable with it. Since this is her idea, I propose a trial run. For the next three weeks, you’re welcome to come over whenever you’d like, Trixie. You’re also welcome to spend the night. Think of this as your home away from home for now. At the end of the three weeks, if we’re all comfortable, we’ll make it official. We’ll be a throuple. What do you say?”
There was no hesitation as Trixie answered, “Wonderful idea. I agree.”
Cherry clapped and threw her arms around Atlas’ shoulders.
“Oh Daddy, this is going to be great!” she exclaimed.
Trixie joined in with a celebratory toast.
She had one foot in the door to winning Cherry’s Daddy’s affection.
Now, all she had to do was figure out how to take it all for herself.
Chapter 16
Babygirl jizzfaced
No whining
No talking back to Daddy
No cursing
No drinking alcohol without permission
No smoking
No drugs
Always be polite to everyone
No masturbating without Daddy’s permission
Drink 1 liter of water every day
Eat a daily serving of fresh vegetables
Sweets limited to once a day
Always be honest about your feelings
Always kiss Daddy good morning
Greet Daddy at the door when he comes home from work
The day after Trixie’s dinner date with Cherry and her new potential Daddy, Trixie was sitting at a salad bar a few steps from the boutique where she worked. She was pushing around a few rocket leaves on a plate.
Normally, she’d have had a bunless burger or beefy stir-fry for lunch, but the new set of rules Atlas had implemented required her to munch on rabbit food rather than the protein-rich red meat her farm-raised taste buds craved.
She never realized how much she’d loved her unlimited diet until it became well, limited.
After Trixie had agreed to the three-week trial, the handsome Atlas had asked Cherry to train Trixie on the rules of the house.
Cherry wrote the rules on a lined sheet notebook of paper and gave it to Trixie with the promise she would show Trixie everything there was to know about keeping their Daddy satisfied.
She had left the big house after Atlas ordered Trixie to go home and think, thoroughly, over what she was committing to. She was welcome back so long as she desired with all her heart to go through with their arrangement and abide by all the rules.
Trixie had come this far and wasn’t about to change her mind. She was, however, bewildered at the kind of relationship Cherry and Atlas shared.
Cherry pretended to be a little girl to appease Atlas’s desires yet partook in all the activities that full-grown adults did.
Trixie was doing her best to maintain an open mind. She believed would be worth her while as long as she got the end result she’d desired – becoming the center of Atlas’ universe.
Several hours had passed, and Trixie still couldn’t help but stare at the rules scrawled using orange, purple and green color pencils in Cherry’s big, childish script. The ‘i’s were all dotted with hearts and Atlas’s name was sketched at the bottom.
Trixie kept contemplating the “consequences” for disobeying any of the rules.
Sighing, she pushed her plate away and let her mind wander, venturing into what it meant to be part of this amorous grouping.
Seeing the way Cherry lived with such an adventurous and generous lover, Trixie wanted to be his babygirl more than ever.
While Trixie enjoyed sex and fun as much as the Cherry did, she’d never contemplated being in a permanent relationship. Being tied down, she’d always reasoned, would hinder her path to achieving her long-term goals.
Now, however, she’d had a change of heart. With the right man, a man such as Atlas, maybe a relationship would empower her. Bring her closer to achieving all she had ever wanted. It might even open her mind to a few things she didn’t realize she'd needed.
Her visions of that future did not include a three-way relationship though. She wasn’t opposed to group sex, but she wasn’t sure she liked the idea of another girl being a permanent part of her long-term plans.
That meant she had to figure out how to get rid of the third wheel – Cherry – without letting on that she was doing so.
She could see that Atlas had feelings for Cherry. He wouldn’t give her up easily.
She had no solid plans yet, so she decided to play their silly little game of trying to become a “throuple.” It would allow her to integrate herself into Atlas’s life while subtly pushing Cherry out.
Her energy and enthusiasm were restored picturing her and Atlas building an empire together.
Of them occupying that flat in Paris and making love with the Eiffel Tower in the background.
Flying around the globe on his private jet and becoming the power couple everyone talked about.
There was so much they could accomplish together, and she couldn’t wait for the day it all happened.
Smiling, she pulled the plate back toward her and stuffed her mouth with the green, leafy mix determined to be what Atlas wanted. And eventually, the only thing he wanted.
Trixie’s first lesson on how to please Daddy started that very evening.
She’d arrived at the house with an overnight bag carrying her toiletries and a change of clothes for the coming morning.
It was minutes before 7 p.m., and Trixie was kneeling by the front door dressed in knee-length socks, a frilly pink skirt, and a cropped button-down top.
Her hair was pulled up into a fluffy ponytail, and her lips were glossed to look like candy.
She wasn’t wearing any panties.
With that outfit and that kind of makeup, the two girls could have passed for twins.
Atlas would be home any minute, and Trixie was a bundle of nerves and wild energy awaiting his arrival.
Cherry's instructions of what she should do when he walked through the door replayed in her mind over and over like a mantra even though she’d already had them memorized.
She intended to execute everything perfectly. She was going to please him in every way. She would show him she was the better choice as his babygirl.
She smiled brightly when he walked through the door. She simply couldn’t help herself. He just looked so damn good!
He returned her gesture with a gentle grin, put his briefcase down and stepped in front of her so she could service him.
“Good evening, Daddy,” she greeted him in a soft, innocent voice, keeping her eyes subserviently down.
“Hello, babygirl,” he said in a tone rich with affection and love.
She beamed with pride and accomplishment that he would respond to her with such familiarity.
But then she noticed Cherry walk up to him and kissing noises assaulted her ears.
Cherry had been standing in the background observing her performance.
He’d been talking to Cherry, she realized.
He had made sure to acknowledge Cherry before Trixie even though it was her on her knees ready to give him everything he needed.
It was a figurative slap to the face, and Trixie felt a prick of tears threaten behind her eyelids.
She closed her eyes and squeezed them tight to prevent the flow and hide the whirlwind of emotions stirring inside.
Cherry eventually moved away, and by that time, Trixie was able to bottle up her feelings and present to him, once again, a pleasant face.
Atlas touched her face with his large hand, and she obeyed the gentle pressure indicating that she was to raise her head.
She peered into his kind eyes and drowned in their eternity.
“Hello, Trixie,” he said, the smooth velvet of his baritone making her forget her hurt feelings. “You may cater to me now.”
She smiled gratefully and reached to undo his shoes.
He helped her by stepping out of them. They repeated the process with his socks. She placed them to the side before undoing his belt and pants.
She pulled his pants and briefs down his legs gently and was soon folding them and placing them neatly into the waiting basket.
Next, she took the warm, wet, scented towel that Cherry had provided and wiped his cock clean, making sure to wipe the entirety of his balls and using a clean corner of the towel to refresh his cockhead. He placed his hand over hers and guided her, showing her how he wanted her to cater to him.
She was a quick learner, and soon he was making soft moaning noises in the back of his throat.
He had started soft in her hand, but by the time she’d finished, he was hard as a rock, and she was beaming with pride.
“Suck me now,” he ordered with just enough steel in his voice to have her dripping between her thighs. “Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Trixie took his hardness into her mouth and pleasured him the way she knew he liked.
She didn’t use her hands as she swirled her tongue around the tip and probed his slit before concentrating on the bundle of nerves on the underside of his mushroom head.
She tilted her head back so he could go in deep.
She picked up the pace when his muscles tensed. He was on the brink, and she was eager to see him explode in her mouth.
Cherry had explained earlier that Atlas didn’t always like to ejaculate in mouths. Sometimes he wanted to save his essence for later and cum somewhere else.
“Stop,” he said, and Trixie did so instantly.
He pulled out, gripped his shaft and manually pumped his rod a few times. Then his rich cum splattered all over her face and hair.
His face contorted handsomely as he expressed his pleasure. When he was finished, she wiped him off with another warm, wet towel and helped him pull on a pair of loose, cotton pants.
“You have pleased me greatly, Trixie. Thank you.” he praised.
“Thank you, Daddy” she answered, happily.
“I’d like some time alone with Cherry. You can go get cleaned up then we'll all have dinner together,” he told Trixie.
His focus shifted quickly then, and he called Cherry closer once more.
The two embraced and murmured with warm smiles shared between them.
Trixie walked away with conflicting emotions, unable to stomach the sight even though her face was dripping with his seed and thus painted with contentment.
Chapter 17
Step aside bitch
Over the next three weeks, Trixie learned more and more about what it meant to be in a relationship with Atlas.
It was equal parts thrilling and confusing.
She spent the majority of her time at the huge house while her apartment collected dust in her absence. She hardly went out anymore and the young men she would have fucked had completely lost her interest.
She split her time between work and her new home, going out when Atlas dictated.
Even her job was feeling the repercussions of her feelings for this man. She’s called in sick more times in those few days than she ever had. In fact, she’d even gone to the doctor, faking an illness so she could send in a doctor’s note to explain her absence.
She’d been entirely focused on her job before, but now, it had taken a backseat to this charismatic man.
She shared a bedroom with Atlas and Cherry. Even a portion of the closet was sectioned off for her belongings. She loved seeing her things mingled with his, especially the expensive dresses and jewelry he had bought her.
He loved to spoil his babygirls. He sent them shopping often and gifted them with surprises regularly.
The three of them had so much fun together. There was a lot of passionate and experimental sex. Adding icing to the cake, he loved to snuggle with both the girls, stroke their hair and talk about anything and everything until they all fell asleep.
If Trixie tried hard enough, she could believe she’d indeed transformed her life and now lived among the rich and fabulous.
She loved that Atlas was so romantic and thoughtful.
He’d planned a surprise getaway over a long weekend to a ski resort, a trip that she’d thoroughly enjoyed.
She went back to work the following Monday with spring in her step, a huge smile and a story that had her co-workers green with envy.
This was a glimpse into a future and lifestyle she’d always dreamed of. Once she locked down the man of her dreams, that is.
She learned to hide her resentment at the closeness between Atlas and Cherry because she knew Atlas would stand for none of it.
She kept her best game face on. Anyone from the outside looking in would think they were the perfect three-way couple.
She was cooking up a plan though. One that would permanently insert her into Atlas’s heart while ejecting Cherry.
She bided her time waiting for the perfect opportunity to set things in motion.
In the meantime, she tried her very best to be a good little girl. One that Atlas would never be disappointed in.
One day though, she slipped up and had an entire KitKat after dessert at dinner which the rules disallowed.
She had no idea how Atlas found out. Not even Cherry knew of her misstep.
But when he came home that evening, he was not pleased and informed her punishment was in order.
He ordered her to strip down to the girly polka dot panties she had been wearing. Cherry watched on with an indulgent look sucking on a red lollipop.
“You should do as you’re told, Trixie,” she said, shaking her head. “Daddy doesn’t like having to discipline his girls, but he will if you’re naughty. Maybe this will teach you a lesson. “
Positioned over Atlas’s knee, Trixie received her first spanking. Her behind blossomed pink with the punishment.
Her sentence was twenty strokes, and Atlas did not take it easy on her. He ordered her to count each one, and by number four she was tearing up and pleading with him to forgive her.
He pulled her underwear up, so the cloth was nestled between her ass cheeks. The impromptu wedgie left her even more exposed to his brand of torture, the fabric rubbing against her clit.
She squirmed with each one, and though the pain resonated where his palm connected with her flesh, she found her lower lips were slippery with arousal.
He was excited by it too. Wearing only a pair of lounge pants, he couldn’t hide his hardening cock beneath her tummy as he delivered the thorough spanking.
When she counted the last one, her breath of relief was short-lived as he said, “I don't think you’ve learned your lesson, Trixie.”
“Yes, I have.” she cried.
Trixie was shown to be a liar when he pulled her panties to the side and plunged his fingers into her sopping wet pussy.
She cried out as her body spasmed, close to the edge of euphoria.
He held his hand in front of her face so she could see the wet heat dampening his digits.
“This evidence shows otherwise,” he said. “It looks like I will have to find a more effective way to punish you.”
And that he did.
Ten minutes later, Trixie was utterly naked and lewdly spread in the ropes of a sex swing. Motion was severely limited, and Atlas spent the next hour showing her what true punishment was.
He made her suck his cock, and he thumbed her clit. He fingerfucked her with brutally delicious jabs. He teased her with t
oys and made Cherry grind her pussy against Trixie’s.
Through it all, he did not allow her to cum, even when she felt the gush of Cherry’s pussy against her own. He allowed her to see and feel Cherry’s orgasm while denying her.
So cruel!
He repeatedly brought her to the brink of orgasm then left it out of reach.
She was delirious with the intense sensations.
“I will obey all the rules from now on. I swear it, Daddy. Please just let me cum.” she pleaded, fat tears rolling down her cheeks.
“A bad girl is not allowed to cum, Trixie. Perhaps I should show you the rewards of being a good girl like my baby girl, Cherry. She never disappoints me.”
After those words, Atlas upped the ante by giving Cherry orgasm after orgasm right before Trixie’s shocked eyes.
It truly was the worst punishment he could have inflicted.
She watched Cherry’s expression twist. Heard her breathy cries of delight.
Pain eclipsed in her chest. The fact it wasn’t her getting all this attention and being rewarded with the carnal affection was agonizing.
She watched Cherry cum, and for the first time, Trixie felt hate in its purest form.
Luckily, she fell back into Atlas’s good graces soon after and was invited back into their sensual fun.
Atlas even made it a point to have a day dedicated to her pleasure. He and Cherry practiced sensual play on Trixie for hours. They used silk scarves, frozen cherries, tingly lotions, and a plethora of buzzing toys.
She responded with extreme candor and lost count of how many times she came.
The following days were equally blissful. The girls took bubble baths, dressed up as bunny rabbits to enact Atlas’s furry fetish and went on picnics.
Even when Atlas was away from home, Trixie humored the unique intricacies of this relationship.
She missed more days of work and played nice with Cherry.
Cherry encouraged Trixie to act like a little girl. They expressed their creativity in coloring books, squeaked in cute voices as they played with dolls and spent time on their hair and makeup to look perfect for Daddy when he finally came home.
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