by Sofia Daniel
“Did you know this would happen?” asked Duncan.
“We agreed to it weeks ago. Jonas is my second cousin.”
Duncan stared at Henry for several moments before his face fell. “Right. Of course, you did.”
When Duncan left, Henry continued eating his scrambled eggs and smoked salmon, his face devoid of expression. If his family had discussed this beforehand, why hadn’t one of the triumvirate mentioned it in my presence?
“Henry,” I whispered.
“Later.”
No one else around the table spoke, but they continued eating their breakfasts. From their blank faces, I guessed that Henry’s family hadn’t informed him he had been disinherited, and the triumvirate wanted to act as though the announcement wasn’t a shock.
Moments later, Coates strolled over, flanked by four members of the rugby team. “The boys have voted me the new captain. Even if you claim to have lots of women, no one feels comfortable having you on the team.”
“Right,” said Henry between clenched teeth. “Good luck winning without me.”
My heart sank, and my gaze dropped to my blueberries and French toast. I had thought that guys like Henry always emerged from scandals unscathed. I’d set in motion an out-of-control train that was still wrecking lives long after the publication of the original articles. Guilt made my shoulders droop. I had thought his parents would only give him a temporary punishment, not a complete disinheritance. My eyes could barely meet Henry’s for the rest of our breakfast.
Despite every gaze being locked onto us, the boys took their time eating, still keeping neutral expressions after hearing two sets of bad news. When we had all finished, we stood as a unit and walked to Blake’s study.
As soon as the door shut, I turned to Henry and grabbed him by the biceps. “Are you alright?”
He peered down at me, green eyes dull. “This was what you wanted, wasn’t it? To see me lose everything.”
I bowed my head. “No,” I whispered. “I never meant for things to go this far.”
“That’s the downside to extreme revenge, isn’t it?” Edward sat on the Chesterfield sofa. “I’m glad you’re here to see the repercussions of your actions.”
Irritation flared across my skin, and I stormed across the room and rested my fists on the leather surface of his desk. “Whose fault was it that I went to such lengths in the first place? You all know what you did to me with the help of Mr. Frost. Did you expect me to take it lying down?”
I turned around, trying to catch the gazes of the triumvirate. But they couldn’t meet my eyes. Instead, they exchanged embarrassed glances with each other. It was all the fuel I needed for a rant. “And you guys feel so entitled to being bullies, you can’t even see that what I did last term makes us even.”
“You’re forgetting one thing.” Blake strode toward me from across the room, his lips curved into a knowing smirk.
“What’s that?” I placed my hands on my hips.
“We own you.” Blake cupped my cheek. “Body, mind and soul. And at any time, we can command you to do whatever we want. Not only will you accompany Henry to visit his parents, but you’ll put on a little show to cheer him up.”
I scowled. “Is this the new way of winning an argument? Threats?”
“No.” Blake’s hand trailed down my neck in the softest of touches that sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. Then he unfastened the top buttons on my shirt.
Ignoring the heat rushing between my legs, I snapped, “And I have no say in the matter?”
Edward smirked and beckoned at Henry to sit next to him on the sofa. “You could always tell us to stop.”
“Would you?” I whispered.
“That’s for you to find out,” Blake murmured into my ear.
I bit down hard on my lip and forced my breaths to calm as he undid two more buttons and exposed my collarbones and the tops of my breasts.
“Well,” said Blake, his voice as smooth and rich as dark coffee. Mischief danced across his brown eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”
I pressed my lips together and jerked my head to the side. The answer was no. I wanted him to continue, but there was no way I would admit that to the triumvirate.
Blake trailed his fingertips over my right breast, making wide circles and avoiding my nipples. I swallowed hard. He was doing this on purpose. Trying to get me riled up and frustrated enough to admit that I wanted this. Wanted him. It was probably his revenge for how badly I had treated him the term before by denying his need for attention. One of his fingertips skimmed my nipple, sending a bolt of electricity down to my core.
I huffed out a breath and gave Blake what I hoped was an irritated glower. “You’re not making this easy for me.”
Henry snickered. “I can assure you, from where we’re sitting, you’re making it very hard for us.”
My gaze flickered to the sofa, where Henry and Edward sat together, each sporting erections. I licked my lips. “Are you two just going to just watch?”
Edward pressed down on his erection with the heel of his hand. “If you want the three of us together, you’ll have to beg.”
I shook my head. No matter what Blake did with those nimble fingers, he wouldn’t break my composure.
Henry grinned. “Thanks, Blake. This is exactly what I need to forget about my woes.”
I pulled a face. Since when was I the entertainment for retired bullies?
“This time, I’ll help you disrobe,” murmured Blake, “But the next time, you’re taking it off at our command.”
My thighs quivered, and arousal built between my legs like a persistent ache.
Blake moved to my back as though wanting to give his friends a better view of me in my excited state. He slid his arms over the fabric of my shirt, up my ribs and cupped my breasts, making sure to give them a tight squeeze. I grunted and arched my back. My ass cheeks brushed against his erection, and a groan reverberated in his chest that made the muscles of my core ripple. With a long, shuddering breath, I rested my head back on his shoulder and writhed against him.
“Squeeze her nipples,” Henry said in a strangled voice.
Blake rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, making heat flush through my body and settle in my throbbing core.
“Undo four buttons of that blouse, and I’ll make you feel really good,” Blake murmured into my ear.
Of their own volition, my hands scrambled to unbutton my shirt. Arousal made my head spin, and the pulse between my ears pounded so hard, I forgot to stop at four and unfastened all the buttons. Blake pulled back the fabric, revealing my white, lacy bra to his friends. Henry whistled, and Edward smirked.
“Nice work.” He swiped both thumbs against my nipples, making me grind against his erection and clench the muscles of my sopping core. “Do you want my mouth?”
I gave the slightest of nods.
“Where do you want it? Say it out loud, so the others can hear.”
I gulped. “O-on my nipples.”
“May I take off your bra?”
Before I’d finished nodding, he unhooked my bra and peeled the straps down my arms. The garment fell to the ground, exposing my breasts to the triumvirate. A flush heated my cheeks. So far, only Edward had seen me at this level of undress.
Henry leaned forward, green eyes wide. “Come here.”
Blake wrapped his arms around my middle and walked me across the study. He took his seat on the Chesterfield, on Henry’s other side, leaving me standing alone before three hungry gazes.
A pleasant shiver ran down my spine. The triumvirate had me half-naked, squirming, yearning for their touch. I was completely at their mercy, and there was not a thing I wanted to do about it.
Chapter 7
Henry’s gaze roved from one breast to another. “Are you ready to beg for our tongues?”
The heat on my cheeks traveled down between my legs, making my core throb with need. I wanted to say no. To tell them they didn’t own me, but the words died in my throat. Henry’s ga
ze flicked up to mine, and the look of hunger burning in his verdant, green eyes made my knees want to buckle.
“Yes,” I whispered through clenched teeth.
“Yes, what?” asked Blake from Henry’s left. The smirk in his voice told me how much he enjoyed watching me squirm.
“I’ve lost track of this entire conversation,” drawled Edward. “Emilia was supposed to beg for something, but so far all I’ve heard are monosyllabic answers.”
I peered down at the bulge in his pants, and my nipples tightened and ached to be touched. As much as it irked me not to be in charge, I yearned for the triumvirate. All three of them. Together.
“P-pleasure me with your tongues.” I gulped. “Please.”
“That wasn’t so difficult to admit.” Satisfaction laced Blake’s voice, and his chocolate-brown eyes twinkled with mischief.
“I thought you said you’d make me feel good.”
He smirked, letting his gaze linger on my exposed breasts. “All in good time.”
“Take off your skirt.” Henry’s voice was hoarse.
“But you’re going to—”
“That inspection I promised.” His gaze burned through mine. “And the retribution for squeezing my balls at assembly. It’s happening, now. Take off your skirt.”
The muscles of my core rippled at his command, and my trembling fingers scrabbled at the buttons on my waistband. Curiosity made my breath hitch. How far would they take this game before they gave me what I wanted? After unzipping my skirt, I released the fabric and let it drop to my feet.
Henry reached out a hand and skimmed his fingertips over my thighs, each touch sending pleasant tingles across my skin. He ran a finger along the lace trimming of my white panties. “Very nice.” His voice was breathy. “Now, take off your knickers.”
I took a step closer and stood between his spread legs. “If you want them off, you’ll have to do it yourself.”
“With pleasure.” Henry’s fingers skimmed my lower belly, reminding me of the time he lay behind me on that filthy mattress and stroked me to orgasm. A hot breath huffed from between my parted lips. He was drawing this out deliberately. Perhaps as revenge for—I pushed away the thoughts of Rudolph’s machinations and focussed on the sweep of those fingers against my skin, and on the arousal pounding between my legs.
Henry hooked his fingers beneath the lace and, with a smirk, pulled them down over my thighs and past my knees. The panties landed at my ankles, and I kicked them to the side.
All three pairs of eyes roved up and down my naked form, and I had to force my arms not to wrap around myself.
“Why am I the only one here naked?” I muttered.
Blake smirked. “Because we own you.”
Edward picked up the scrap of lace, held it to his nose, groaned, and stuffed them into the pocket of his pants.
I swallowed hard. “Why are you sniffing my panties?”
His blue eyes sparkled with want. “Because you smell delectable.”
I squeezed my thighs together and squirmed. Was it that obvious I was aroused?
“Turn around,” Henry rasped.
“Why?”
“I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing you from this angle.”
Rolling my eyes, I turned around to give the triumvirate a view of my ass. They’d probably never seen that before, either. I clasped my arms around my front and squeezed my thighs together.
Blake whistled. “Gorgeous legs.”
Henry’s large hand cupped an ass cheek and squeezed. “Even better arse. Now,” he said in a strangulated voice, “Bend over.”
A tingle of apprehension spread across my skin. At the same time, arousal shot through my core and made my nipples throb. I whispered, “What?”
Edward stroked a path down the side of my thigh with his fingertips. “Or you can sit at my desk for the rest of the day and finish your prep… naked.”
“And unfulfilled.” Blake’s smoky voice curled around my hardened nipples.
My tongue darted out to lick my lips. If Blake hadn’t gotten me so worked up, I might have taken up Edward on his offer to hide behind the wooden desk. Henry’s fingers trailed up and down my ass, and each of his ragged breaths made my skin tingle with the need to be touched… by all six of their hands.
I swallowed hard. There’d be no turning back if I bent over for him, but I’d already gone this far, and this striptease had gotten me so hot and excited for the triumvirate. No matter how much they claimed to be in control, eventually, one of them would crack and give me what I needed.
I placed my hands on my thighs and bent over. Henry drew in a sharp breath through his teeth and scooted forward onto the edge of the Chesterfield sofa. My own breath caught in the back of my throat. No one had ever seen me from this angle. What if they thought badly of me because I’d done as they asked?
With a groan, Henry grabbed both sides of my hips with his large, warm hands. “Fuck, you look so good.”
“So wet,” said Blake, his fingers trailing up my slit.
Shudders traveled from where his flesh met mine, all the way up my spine. I bit down hard on my bottom lip to suppress a moan.
“Positively delectable.” Edward’s hand cupped my breast.
“Open your legs.” Henry’s thumbs parted my outer lips. “I owe you an inspection.”
My clit throbbed in anticipation of being touched, and I widened my stance, revealing myself to the triumvirate. A draft blew on my newly exposed flesh, but nothing could cool the humiliation burning under my cheeks. Fixing my gaze up ahead at the empty fireplace beyond Edward’s mahogany desk, I calmed my breaths.
“I’m going to stick my tongue into your hole,” said Henry.
A shocked thrill of anticipation made a whimper reverberate in my throat.
Edward chuckled. “What happened to the inspection?”
“It’s taking place right now,” Henry growled.
Excitement rippled low in my belly. All those promises, all those threats, had culminated in this. I turned my head to catch a glimpse of the boys. Edward sat at the edge of his seat, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He bent his neck, dark hair covering most of his features, but his entire length jutted through his pants, telegraphing his arousal.
On the other side of Henry, Blake slid his hand over my clit and stroked circles around the sensitive flesh. A frown of concentration settled on his brow as his clever, questing fingers played me like an instrument.
The muscles of my core quivered. I needed Henry’s tongue. Now.
Henry leaned forward. His hot breath puffed against my sopping folds, and with the lightest of touches, his tongue skimmed my outer lips, making me cry out with frustration. The tease was drawing this out. He wanted me to plead.
My hands clutched at my knees, and I widened my stance, exposing more of myself to Henry’s watchful gaze. Growling with approval, he clamped his lips on one of my folds and sucked.
The muscles of my back stiffened and pleasure surged through my lower half. It wasn’t quite where I wanted his mouth, and he knew it. The person who I had become last term would have straightened, taken Edward’s get-out clause, and hidden behind my desk to complete my prep, but I’d missed the boys so much. I would never admit that to them, though.
Trying and failing to keep the breathiness out of my voice, I ground out, “Henry… please.”
“I suppose I could oblige, since you’ve asked so nicely,” he said with a smirk in his voice.
Henry ran his flattened tongue down the length of my slit, making ripples of pleasure rush up my core.
A gasp caught in my throat. “Now.”
Edward scooted forward and gave my nipples a gentle tug, while Blake’s fingertips continued rubbing those maddeningly pleasurable circles over my clit. Sparks of delight travelled up and down my thighs, picking up speed with each revolution.
Still clutching at my buttocks, Henry spread me open with my thumbs, further exposing me to his scrutiny. I throbbed
with need, and more heat rushed to my core. I was about to yell, when his tongue flickered over my entrance.
A shudder seized me with such intensity, it made my thighs shake. “Oh!”
“See how much she wants this?” said Blake, his voice smug. “We could draw this out forever. How would you like that, Emilia? Being all hot and wet and wanton for us?”
“F-fuck you.” I replied through clenched teeth.
Blake chuckled, low and deep.
“Tut-tut.” Edward gave my nipple a hard squeeze that sent shards of pleasure down to my already throbbing clit. “What terrible manners. Any more talk like that, and I’ll have to wash out your mouth with a bar of soap.”
His commanding tone brought up a spark of challenge. My tongue darted out to lick my lips. “I can think of something better you can put in my mouth.”
Both Edward and Blake scrambled to their feet, but Edward stood in front of me first. Before I could crow over their own states of arousal, Henry’s hot and slippery and oh-so-pliable tongue slipped into my entrance, bringing with it the most intense rush of pleasure. I threw my head back and moaned.
The sound of a zipper brought my attention back to the front. My gaze dropped to the tip of Edward’s beautiful, thick penis. A bead of pre-cum glistened at its slit. My mouth watered, and I swallowed back a moan. As Henry tongue-fucked me, I parted my lips and let Edward slip his hard length into my mouth. He tasted of skin and salt and sexiness.
“Emilia,” Edward said through panting breaths. “You’ll soon learn the consequences of using foul language.”
Any reply I might have given him was stifled by his erection reaching the back of my throat, stopping short of my gag reflex. I hummed my appreciation and ran my tongue along the underside of his length.
Blake cleared his throat, and his bulbous tip filled one side of my vision. He was also wet with pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around his length, gathered up the liquid with my thumb, and rubbed it over his perfect prick.
“Yes,” Blake hissed through clenched teeth.
As much as I wanted to twist around and grab Henry’s dick, I couldn’t reach, and I didn’t want his inspection to end. Both his large hands spread me wider, and his entire face was buried between my ass cheeks. I might have flushed if I wasn’t already feverish from Edward’s slow and sensuous slide of his shaft up and down my tongue.