The bitch has greed dancing in her eyes. “Oh honey, you are so sweet.”
My father just offers a nod. I watch as the woman unwraps the box that looks a bit larger than a normal sheet of paper in size but much deeper. I tilt my head as the wrapping paper falls to the floor, the card forgotten on top of it, and her grubby hands start undoing the twine covering it. The room is silent, and I can nearly feel Sheriff’s fucking annoyance.
I turn my head to Richard and frown. Is that my fucking name?
My mouth opens as I catch his gaze and he flashes me a smile. I have no idea what the scripted word is against his neck, but it’s my fucking name and underneath it is a small crescent shape scar… oh my God. He squeezes my neck gently and offers me a look that nearly shouts, ‘what are you going to do about it?’ He’s right though. The ink is on his skin, there’s nothing I can do about it.
A shriek fills the air. I jump as all of us snap our heads towards a tornado version of my stepmother. She starts yelling, “how could you do this?! After everything I’ve put up with. Your fucking family’s disgrace and her. The child from fucking hell you had me raise.”
She keeps going and I lean forward, my grin bright as a fucking Christmas tree. That’s fucking savage. My father gifted her divorce papers. Holy shit.
“You fucking bastard! You and you’re children are the worst thing that’s ever fucking happened to me!” I have never heard her swear this much. I liked it.
“Holy shit,” Archie grins as she whirls on us and I jump back as her wine glass is thrown towards me. It never hits me though because Richard knocks it out of the way and stands up, his throat making a noise that has me stilling. John is practically trembling in anger next to me.
“Get her the fuck out or I will,” Richard demands as my father grins, not doing shit. Sheriff steps in and with a joyful look, pushes her shoulders forward, ignoring her screams and protests. When she tries to fight him, he just calls for security.
This is fucking crazy. I watch, my head snapping back and forth as Archie pours himself a drink and offers one to my father. Her screams echoes as she curses our family, and the security escorts her out.
“That damn prenup is the best idea you’ve ever fucking had,” Sheriff mutters.
My father hums and shakes his head as if clearing away her crazy. He then claps his hands and the waiters brings in champagne.
“How about we have a toast to the holidays?” He doesn’t seem to be willing to talk about it or her anymore. Instead, he sets the champagne bottle on top of the papers and begin to pass out presents. I grin.
This? This is the best fucking Christmas I’ve ever had.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Robyn
After the perfect Christmas, my men and I fell into an easy routine. The rest of winter break was spent between decorating our new home and christening each and every room. I can’t tell you how elated I am they’re not treating me like fine china anymore. It seems like we hit a turning point after Archie’s and my hot moment at my father’s estate. What can I say? Basic sex/safe sex isn’t me. I’m grateful they finally realized I’m not broken. Yes, I have times my PTSD would act up, and sometimes I wake up screaming in the night, but I’m in therapy and working through my issues.
After getting rid of my stepmother, my father has been around more. I’m starting to think he was away so much before because he wanted to be away from her. Due to the prenup my stepmother signed, she will not get a single dime. Apparently, there's a clause where it states if they divorce over anything malicious, she wouldn’t receive anything, and treating me like crap for fifteen years falls well within that category. It only took a written statement from me and statements from my men as witnesses to ensure she leaves penniless. If you thought her little scene on Christmas was bad, you should have seen her in court. The judge had to have her put in a cell for the night until she cooled down. Usually divorces take longer, but if you have enough money and know the right people like my dad, by New Years he was a newly single man. Also to add insult to injury, Richard’s father has blacklisted her within our high society community. No one with a wallet big enough to satisfy her high standards will step foot near her. A fitting ending if you ask me.
New Years was also the day of my public wedding to Richard. His father made sure it was a lavish affair, big enough to rival Princess Diana’s wedding to Prince Charles. All the who is who of high society were invited. It makes me wonder how they were able to pull off something so lavish so quickly, but apparently Richard’s father has been planning this union ever since Richard named me as his favorite at ten years old. When I told you the Yorks’ were number one of the high society food chain, I failed to mention the Hood family is number two. To Richard’s father, this was a match made in heaven. To me, it had been a match made in hell, until you know, I fell in love with him and shit.
I’m also glad Richard’s father has no problems with me or our little situation, as in I have three lovers. Richard’s older brother, the heir, has become a huge disappointment to the Senior York. Apparently, he spends more time in rehab handling his drug and sex addictions than actually running his father’s company, so he’s been grooming Richard to take over. Richard being betrothed to a family with as much social standing as him was not just a great business move, but it also ensures their legacy. Me fucking three men is not a problem as long as we’re all in agreement that my first born child is of Richard’s blood, and any thereafter until I produce a son. Both of our fathers’ got together to redo the contract and added the clause. I thought I would be pissed, but now I don’t mind it so much. Maybe it’s because this isn’t business to me and I actually love the bastard. A little boy with Richard’s face is not the end of the world.
It’s my wedding day and just like Diana, I feel like a princess. My dress is absolutely beautiful. My something new, a gift from Richard’s father. A brilliant white affair, sleeveless with a V neck illusion inset leading down to a mermaid skirt with a chapel train. The delicate beaded pattern is simply gorgeous. If I could sleep in this dress, I would.
The ceremony was also perfect. My dad was there, looking handsome and like the formable man he is as he gave me away, but before the wedding there were tears in his eyes. I’m his youngest and baby girl. Of course he fucking cried. He's the one to give me my something old. A pair of pearl earrings belonging to my mother that she wore on her wedding day. My something blue was a bright blue flower from the secret garden at Richard’s father estate, and my something borrowed, a stolen, I mean borrowed, ring out of the Egyptian display at the Smithsonian. What??? You thought I left empty handed? That would be tarnishing my families name. We take shit and we’re damn well good at it.
As soon as the music of the wedding march begins, my dad gently takes me by the crook of my arm, and leads me down the aisle. The whole time, I can’t take my eyes off the three men standing at the end of the aisle in matching fitted navy blue suits. The color brings out the brilliance in each of their eyes, making them pop, like they’re supernatural beings instead of mere men. I don’t see the hundreds of gathered guest, the priest, or the flowers. It’s them that my orbs are focused on. My true loves, my destiny. God I sounded so ridiculous, don’t I? But it’s true. I think I’ve always known that if I fell, I would fall fucking hard and without reservation.
Although I’m legally marrying Richard, John and Archie are upfront by his side as his best mans’, so to me it feels like I’m marrying all of them. When we recited our vowels, I made sure I looked all three of them in the eyes as I repeated the words, and when it was time for the kiss I went off script and kissed each of them. Yeah, I’m sure that will be in the papers, but ask me if I care? It was the best day ever and with all I’ve been through, I deserve my happiness. The York’s and my family are well aware of our fucking situation, and that’s all that mattered to me. Anyone else is just white noise.
The reception was also a lavish affair. Both Richard’s and my father going all out to mak
e it all anybody will be talking about. Like in Jurassic Park, no price was spared. LOL sorry, I love that line in that fucking movie. The food is rich and decadent. Just like with the wedding, the it of high society is here. Schmoozing it up and making connections. In a way, I’m upset my stepmother isn’t here. She’s always said I’d be nothing, and I’d never surpass her in beauty or social standing, but look at us now. She’s nothing, and I have what she always wanted.
Bazzi, one of my favorite singers, was hired to play live music. All thoughts of my terrible ex-stepmother were lost as my men and I danced all night. When it was time for the countdown, we ran off to a private space of our own to watch the fireworks and bask in our love. Truthfully, I didn’t see much of the fireworks, I’m sure they were pretty. The kiss I shared with all three of them were fireworks enough. I started the new year married to a charming psycho, surrounded by the men I love more than anything, and I know without a doubt they loved me just as much. Maybe even more. Maybe.
As nice as the wedding was, the wedding night was even better. We weren’t going on our honeymoon until we had our private ceremony and I graduated from college, so my father booked us the penthouse suite at the Five Seasons for a week. As soon as I stepped one foot off the elevator, Richard has me in his arms, carrying me bridal style through the doorway. Once inside with the door closed behind us, all bets are off and gentle, sentimental Richard is gone, and the crazy, possessive psycho I fell in love with was back. With a growl, he sets me down on my feet and steps behind me. Watching me like his prey, his body heat behind me is like an inferno and I can feel him going for my gown. Quickly, before he can do any damage, I whirl around to face him.
“I swear to God, Rich, if you rip my dress, I’ll kill you,” I threaten.
I’m surprised when he actually listens, and with gentle fingers he pulls the zipper slowly, dragging it down while at the same time he uses his other hand to caress the bare skin he reveals as he goes. His touch is innocent as it sparks the heat in my body, and a whimper starts low in my throat. When my dress falls in a puddle on the floor, I open my eyes and flick them to the doorway where Archie and John stand, watching with hooded gazes. That small spark of heat is now a full on blazing wildfire. I don’t know what it is about being watched that does it for me. They don’t move, they just look on as if they’re in a trance. Richard steps around to face me, and without lifting his gaze from mine, he slowly removes his clothing one article at a time, and I wonder if he’s trying to torture me. Once his sculpted chest is revealed, I go to reach for him, and he tilts his head to the side as he makes a tsking sound, stopping me.
“Ah ah, wife. We’re married now, you need to learn patience.”
Growling, I reach for him again, and John steps over to us, grabbing my hands and pulling them behind me.
“What did your husband just tell you wife?” He whispers seductively in my ears. His warm breath sends shivers down my spine, and my nipples harden as a pool of heat starts to develop between my legs.
The emphasis they both put on wife shouldn’t be as sexy as it is, but fuck, the word is like a direct line to my pussy. With their point made, John continues to stand behind me, holding my arms in a firm grip like living handcuffs and Richard continues his strip show. Once his tight briefs are removed, his cock springs free hard and ready, with a bead of precum forming on the tip calling my name.
“Little bird, why don’t you show your new husband how much you appreciate him?” John suggests in my ear. No need to ask how when he lets go of me and moves his hands to my shoulders, lightly pressing down on them.
Without any further assistance, I fall to my knees on top of my beautiful gown with Richard’s equally impressive dick bobbing in my face. Using the tip of my tongue, I slowly lick the drop of precum, groaning at the taste of Richard like it’s chocolate. Moving my eyes up to his face, I capture his gaze as I lick and swirl my tongue around the thick head of his cock.
“Stop toying with him, naughty bird,” John growls as he moves his hand to the top of my head and grips my hair tightly in his fist, guiding me to take Richard’s cock deeper.
Opening my mouth wider, I swallow his dick whole as John presses down harder. The deeper I take Richard, the louder you can hear me choking and gagging, which only spurs both men on until Richard’s hips move at an animalistic pace, and John's hold on me becomes more dominant. They work together, using me like a single unit, and it’s so fucking hot. Moving, John uses both his hands to hold my head steady and Richard takes full advantage, practically pounding in and out of my mouth and down my throat like he’s an insistent bill collector and I’m the door. Tears run a river down my face as well as Richards precum mixed with my spit drips messily down my chin and onto my chest. I catch a movement out of the corner of my eye, and a very naked Archie moves into my vision, pulling a chair with him within close view so that he has a front row seat of the action as he palms his thick length. When Richard thrusts his cock even deeper down my throat and holds it there, I take my gaze off Archie, and move it to his. As soon as our eyes meet, his glowing silver orbs hold me prisoner. I don’t even notice or care about the lack of air. I’m too lost in his eyes, and when he pulls out, he does it again deeper this time, until not only his dick disappears in my mouth but so do his balls.
“Christ,” Archie mumbles.
John, who’s still bracing my head, pokes me with his hard cock , trapped in his pants. Releasing Richard, I turn to John quickly and unbutton him. His slacks slide down his legs. Pulling his boxers down, I free his cock and take him in my mouth, just as greedily and deeply as I did Richard. Even though I am the one on my knees, I know I’m the one in control and it empowers me. I rotate between both of them, taking them as they both fuck my face worthy of any hard core porno you can find on the internet. When both of them are close to exploding, Richard pulls out growling, and gathers me in his arms, throwing me on the bed.
“That mouth of yours is a sin, Red. We’re going to have to teach you a lesson,” Richard says roughly, sounding more animal than man as he prowls naked toward me.
My wedding dress may have been spared, but my lingerie was another story. My bra and pretty lace panties are ripped away from my body until I’m in nothing but my silk stockings and garters. John, having removed his clothes while mine was being stripped away, moves until he’s standing in front of me. Richard positions my body, and I’m lying on my back with my head hanging off the bed, perfectly lined up with John’s cock. Now I know why the beds at the Four Seasons are so tall. Rich folks are some freaky bastards. Not that I mind one bit. Opening my mouth wide and sticking my tongue out, John moves closer and thrust his cock inside my mouth, all the way to his balls. Gentle is a long forgotten word in all of their vocabularies, and rough and hard has taken over. At the same time, Richard positions himself at my legs until his big hard cock is at my entrance and he slams in, pushing me forward and deeper down John’s dick. Having had enough of watching, Archie moves to the bed and starts to lick and suck on my breasts like he’s fucking starving. So many emotions are running through me, mixing with all the sensations from them fucking me. I’m their property, a tool, and they’re damn well using it. Both Richard and John pound into me frantically as if they’re making a contest out of how deep the other can send my body on each other cocks. Archie’s ministrations are damn near feral as he leaves love marks all over my body. When he adds a finger to my clit alongside Rich’s dick, I cum like a tsunami, my screams muffled by John’s cock.
“Good girl, you creamed all over my finger and Rich’s dick. You like this don’t you? You like fucking all of us together, being filled with so many big cocks.”
Oh hell, his words. I’m wet all over again and Rich’s path is even slicker, to which he grunts in approval. John’s cock is starting to swell, and I know soon he’ll shoot his load down my throat. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck harder and he groans. Two more thrusts and he’s spilling his seed down my throat and holding it there. When he pulls away,
I lick my lips like a cat and he gives me a wicked smile. Pulling out, Richard grabs me and pulls me forward so now I’m on top of him, straddling his body. Archie moves behind me and lifts me slightly by the ass, then slams me onto Richard’s dick and I scream, surprised. Gripping my hips, Richard continues his frantic pace and Archie dips his finger into my tight back hole, playing with it until he has a couple of fingers inside scissoring me open. Once ready, he pushes lightly on my back, tilting me forward, and the head of his thick ass cock opens me up wider, allowing him to thrust in all the way to the hilt. Filled with both of them, I feel so fucking full and high at the same time. My moans are silenced when John assaults my lips, kissing me deep and rough. When he bites down on my bottom lip and draws blood, it spurs me on until I’m helping both Archie and Rich fuck me to oblivion. It doesn’t take much until I’m cumming again, this time taking Richard with me. His seed bathes my insides, flooding and spilling over, dripping all over me. Archie blows a couple minutes later, pulling out and jerking hot ropes of cum all over my back.
“Fuck,” I cry, falling forward on Rich’s sweaty chest. We’re all breathing hard in sated bliss. This was so fucking intense. I feel like we’re all joined as their seed glues us together. I don’t get to contemplate that thought before darkness takes me.
I fucking blacked out from sex, again .
The four of us have been spending the week alone, fucking like rabbits and only leave the bed to shower, eat, and them fucking me on some other furniture in the room. I’m surprised my pussy can stand this assault, but hell, within seconds I’m wet again after each fuck. I’m starting to think they’re turning me into a nymphomaniac. Like now. John has me bent over the heated patio, fucking me in the ass on the rail. As soon as we come back inside, Richard and Archie both grab me and place me on top on the table so they can spit roast me. Richard has been the main one fucking my pussy while the others have been making use of my other holes for obvious reason. I stopped taking birth control after Christmas, and Rich has taken every advantage to knock me up. I think he wants a baby out of me more than his father. I think the other men in some way recognize that and seem to be taking a more relaxed pace. To them, it doesn’t fucking matter who the biological father is of any child we bring into this world. It's still all of our baby. When he comes, he’s roaring, spilling his hot seed inside me and holds his finger deep inside like a cork. When Archie blows, I gobble him up, and he pulls out to rub his sticky cock all over my face.
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