“Master!” I screamed, unaware of the strangled moans coming from me as pleasure threatened to take me under. “Please!”
“No,” he growled, bit my shoulder. “Do not come.”
It was both heaven and hell, but I held back. Barely.
When he pulled out, I regained my focus, buried my face in Everly’s pussy, licked, teased.
Right up until Isaac impaled me, his familiar grunt telling me who he was.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned against Everly’s slick flesh.
Her soft fingers slid through my hair as she pulled me toward her, trying to get my tongue where she needed it. I wanted to help her, but it was pointless. I was overwhelmed, completely enraptured by the pleasure assaulting me.
I wasn’t sure how it happened, but I passed the point of no return, swamped by the pleasure. Ian and Isaac took turns then. They both fucked me. Rough, hard, gentle. They alternated, mumbling things as I rested my chest on the sofa cushion, muttering incoherently, begging for more.
I wasn’t sure who came first, Isaac or Ian, but I felt it cover my back. It wasn’t long before the other filled my ass, then rolled me onto the floor, onto my back.
My head shot up off the floor, peering down my body when I felt a hot, wet mouth on my cock. Everly was there and she wasn’t worshipping my cock any longer. No, she had an end goal, and it was to blow my head right off my shoulders.
It worked. Within minutes, I was begging my Masters to let me come. They gave their approval, and the next thing I knew, I was coming down Everly’s sweet throat, before I dropped back to the floor in a heap.
“Your turn, fairy princess.”
I was in a daze, unable to focus, but I could see Everly on the sofa, Isaac’s tongue working her pussy while Ian observed from the other end. Everly erupted into soft mewls, which quickly graduated to desperate cries as she begged and pleaded and was finally granted permission to come.
The room grew silent. I knew I needed to get up, but it wasn’t possible.
Finally, Ian gave me a hand, helped me to my feet, then smacked my tender ass.
“Go to Isaac’s bathroom. Everly’s waiting for you. She wants to shower with you.”
“Yes, Master.”
Before he let me walk off, he tipped my chin up. “I love you, Dante.”
“I love you, too, Master,” I whispered, the emotion so close to the surface I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to bury it down deep again.
As I walked to Isaac’s bathroom, I realized that had been Ian’s intention all along.
Sneaky Dom.
TWENTY-FIVE
Everly
Friday, June 7, 2019
“Having second thoughts?” Isaac asked as he carried more of my clothes to the closet, hung them up.
I smiled over at him. “Not at all. You?”
“Not possible.”
He carried two more loads of hangers before returning.
He tipped my head up, kissed my lips. “I’ve got some things to take care of. I’ll send Dante in here to help you.”
“Thank you, my Liege.”
His eyes twinkled. “My pleasure, fairy princess.”
We’d spent the majority of the day unpacking after the moving truck delivered everything from Dante’s house. Evidently, Ian and Isaac had had a conversation with Dante, and somewhere in there he’d agreed to put the house on the market and let Isaac and Ian handle the rest. The moving truck had surprised us that morning. Well, not all of us. Apparently, the Doms were quite aware of what was going on. Heaven, too, because she’d texted to let me know she would be temporarily staying with her sister until she could find an apartment of her own.
“Hey,” Dante said when he walked in.
I went up on my toes, kissed his lips when he walked over.
After grinning at the surprised look on his face, I went back to pulling things out of the box I was unpacking.
“What was that for?”
“What?”
“The kiss?”
I pretended to be offended. “You don’t want me to kiss you?”
He chuckled. “I definitely didn’t say that.”
“Well, then. Can’t I just kiss you because I want to?”
He laughed, rolled his eyes. “What can I help with?”
“Um.” I looked around the room. “I’ve got two more boxes in the garage. After that, I think I’m finished.”
“You travel light,” he teased.
“Yeah, well. Can’t acquire much on a barista’s salary.”
Dante dropped his butt onto the mattress. “What’re you going to do about that, anyway?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Dee fired me, but I expected no less. I’m sure I could beg for my job back, but I get the feeling Isaac doesn’t want me to work. And while the idea of it is great, I can’t sit around here like a diva all day long.”
“We could take care of the house,” he suggested.
I tucked the last of my shorts into the dresser drawer.
“We?”
“Yeah. You know, cleaning, cooking, yard work, taking care of the pool.”
I smiled. “Grocery shopping. I could see that working. It’s a big house and a massive yard.”
We sat there for a moment. I could practically hear Dante’s mind working, but he didn’t speak for the longest time. I thought he was going to go get the boxes when he stood, took my hand, tugged me toward the door.
“Where’re we going?”
“I need to tell you some things.”
“Okay.”
He started into the guest room at the same time Ian was walking toward us.
Dante stopped. “We’re going to … talk.”
“Sure. You seen Isaac?”
I nodded. “He said he had to take care of some things.”
Ian nodded, turned, and headed in the opposite direction.
Dante pulled me into the room, gestured toward the bed.
“What’s going on?” I asked, turning to face him.
“Can we sit?”
“Of course.”
With no other options, I climbed onto the bed. Dante joined me, then tugged me into him, pulled me down onto the pillow. He spooned behind me, wrapped his arms tightly over me.
“What’s wrong, Dante?”
“I need to tell you what happened to me.”
I tried to turn, to face him, but he held me against him, not letting me move.
“I need it this way,” he said, pressing his face into my hair. “Please.”
The pain in his voice scared me, but I managed a nod, gripping his arm, holding him.
“I’m going to preface this by saying that I’m damaged, Everly, but I’m not broken. It’s important that you understand that.”
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I remained quiet.
A few minutes later, I understood all too well. He told me about Roger/Vernon, what he’d done to him at the club, the abuse he’d endured, the threats that had been made against me and Heaven. That was horrific, but it didn’t hold a candle to what he told me after. When Dante launched into the abuse he’d sustained at his father’s hand, I started to cry.
“I didn’t want to tell you,” he whispered. “For this reason, Everly. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
“You couldn’t hurt me,” I said on a jagged sob. “It just… It breaks my heart that someone could do that to another person. Much less you.”
“I know, sweetheart. Which is why I couldn’t tell you. I knew you’d understand, but I also know that hearing it will take a piece of you. I don’t want that.”
This time, I did turn in his arms, facing him, cupping his face. “I gave that piece of me to you, Dante. A long time ago. Because I love you.”
“I know you do. And I cherish that.” He brushed my hair back from my face. “I love you, too. And that’ll never change.”
For some reason, I believed him.
Two hours later, I was sitting in the library, taking advantage of t
he peace and quiet. It gave me time to think, to process. I was sitting in the window, staring out at the backyard as I’d been doing for the past hour. Replaying Dante’s story again and again, feeling my heart break over and over.
“You all right?”
I didn’t turn to look at Ian, but I managed a nod.
“I will be,” I assured him.
He came over, and in his true Dom fashion, he forced me to look at him by picking me up, carrying me over to the recliner, then sitting down and situating me on his lap.
Unable to resist his warmth, the security I found in his arms, I held on, listening to the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear. He didn’t push me to talk, just hugged me to him, kissed the top of my head.
We remained like that for long minutes until I knew I had to get some of it out, fearful the evil would settle in somewhere and break me into pieces.
“Ian?”
“Hmm?”
“How can someone do that to another person?”
“Which someone are we talking about?”
“Any of them. Dante’s sick father, this asshole who thinks Dante’s something he can own. I just don’t get it.”
“I don’t, either, Everly.”
I tilted my head back, stared at his neck. “Tell me about your family.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything,” I admitted.
He sighed. “They’re back in Dublin. I hear from my father a couple times a year. On our birthday, Christmas. For the most part, we’ve separated from him by choice.”
“Your choice? Or his?”
“Mutual.” His hand brushed softly over my hair. “Before we came to the US, things were rocky between my father and me. Normal teenage stuff. I thought I knew everything; he insisted he did.”
I chuckled. “I can see that.”
He squeezed my thigh. “Since we were old enough to wreak havoc, Isaac stuck with me wherever I went, and I wanted it that way. We’d been best friends since the womb. I can’t be away from him for long before I get antsy. Not many people know that, either.”
“Your secret’s safe with me,” I whispered, sliding my hand over his chest, wanting to hear his stories.
“As was expected, we got caught up with the wrong crowd. Some ne’er-do-wells we had no business being around. As we got older, I got bolder. I could hold my own, started to build a reputation, one that garnered respect in our circles. Da knew it would only go downhill from there, so he uprooted us, brought us here to keep us away from the…”
I lifted my head. “The what?”
“The bad guys,” he said on a slow exhale.
“The Irish mob?”
He chuckled. “Can’t get anything past you, huh? Anyway. We got here, settled in. Not much changed. I was still wild, looking for something to get into. Ended up meeting a couple of bouncer types. Started doing a few odd jobs protecting some folks. They weren’t the decent type, either.
“One day, while I was running an errand for these guys, Isaac got jumped. Bad stuff. They fucked him up, put him in the hospital. I knew at that point, the direction I was headed was only going to get him hurt if not killed. Luckily, I’d only skirted the circles. Wasn’t too difficult to separate myself.”
“You don’t associate with them anymore?”
“I try to keep my distance.”
“How’d you get interested in BDSM?”
I could feel his smile against my head. “You know Talon.”
“Yes.”
“We go way back. Met him shortly after we moved to the States. He was into the scene, introduced us. The rest, as they say, is history.”
“And Liam?” I asked, referring to the guy who’d come over the other night after the vandalism.
“Same. Met him years ago. He’s been here less time than we have, hit it off.”
“Do you sit around and talk about home?”
“We have, sure.”
I pressed my ear to his chest. “Thank you.”
“For?”
“For clearing my head.”
Ian kissed my forehead. “What Dante went through was pure hell. No one should’ve been subjected to that, much less survived. But he did. And he’s strong. Stronger than most people even realize.”
“Do you love him?”
“I do. It’s sometimes difficult to explain.”
“I feel the same way.”
“Do you?”
I lifted my head again, met his gaze. “I do. Because that’s how I feel, too. It’s powerful, overwhelming even. Confusing at times. But it feels right. Like this was how things were supposed to play out.”
“And how do you feel about me?”
His eyes were intense as they locked with mine. Neither of us had ventured down this path yet, but I felt it important that he know how I felt.
I kissed his chin. “I love you, Ian.”
“That’s what I needed to hear.”
When he kissed me, it was sweet, warm. As though it was the only thing that was necessary in that moment. It didn’t escalate, but it didn’t end. Minutes rolled on with his mouth covering mine.
It was what I needed, what I hoped he needed as well.
ISAAC
While everyone was off doing their own thing, I pitched in for dinner.
I wasn’t a cook by any means, didn’t even pretend to be. Before Everly—and Heaven, when she’d been there—had taken over the nightly meals, Ian and I usually splurged on delivery, sometimes going out to grab a bite. I fell back on old habits, placed an order through one of the food apps, then sat back and waited while I flipped through channels on the television.
Dante appeared, his face sallow, his eyes red-rimmed and tired.
“You okay?”
His gaze cut to mine, surprise replacing the exhaustion. “I… Yeah.”
“Did you sleep?”
Dante’s hands dipped into his pockets. “For a bit.” His eyes moved to the stairs. “After Everly slipped out.”
I’d seen some progress in recent days, ever since we punished him the other night for hiding. It would take some time, perhaps even a few sessions with a shrink, before he was on his way to being healthy. But that was the end goal.
“How’d she take it?”
“Hard.” A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “She got mad. Said I wasn’t allowed to keep shit from her ever again.”
“I can hear her saying that.”
“It makes me laugh to hear her curse.”
The thought made me smile. Hell, anytime I thought about Everly, I smiled.
“Dinner’ll be here shortly. Figured we’d relax tonight.”
“Are we still on for tomorrow?”
He was referring to the birthday party we had planned for Everly. “Yes. I filled Heaven in, asked her to come over. She’s on her way now. Said she wanted to spend the night. For safety reasons, it’ll only be the five of us tomorrow. Once this is … resolved … we’ll have an official party at the club.”
“I think she’ll like that.”
She would. My fairy princess was a dirty girl underneath the sweet, innocent outer coating. She would definitely enjoy tomorrow, but the club party would be what she looked most forward to.
“Oh, I talked to Master Chaos,” I told him. “He’s the head Master of Dichotomy. Talked to him about you. He said you’re more than welcome to join without undergoing the training class. I informed him you were spoken for by me and Ian and we weren’t willing to share you with anyone else. Not now. Not ever.”
His eyes widened. I’d been sitting on that information for a few days.
“That’s… Thank you, Master.”
“My pleasure. I talked to the designer. She assured me your room’ll be completed by Monday. I told her anything else wasn’t an option. If she couldn’t deliver by then, we wouldn’t need her services any longer.”
His eyes went blank again, as they did anytime the incident was mentioned. I knew Dante felt responsible
for what had happened, although no one saw this as his doing. No one except him.
“Also, Ian called in a favor. Turns out Vernon took a trip out of the country. There’s a flag on his passport. We’ll be notified once he’s back in country. So for now, you can relax your guard a bit.”
“I’ll relax it when—”
“I know. I will, too.”
The doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” I snapped when he turned to answer. “You go in the kitchen.”
I grabbed the Ruger I’d tucked under the couch cushion, checked the chamber, then went to answer the door. Until this bastard was caught, it was a precaution Ian and I were both taking.
When Dante didn’t move, I glared his way. “Kitchen. Now.”
He turned and walked off, but not before exhaling heavily.
It made me smile.
Heaven was the first to arrive, which of course had the effect we’d hoped for, turning Everly’s glum mood around.
After dinner, the girls cleaned the kitchen, then went to one of the guest rooms to watch a movie. I’d offered the living room, but they politely declined. I got the feeling they were up to something, but I didn’t know what.
I found out not too long after.
With Ian at my side, I barged into the room. Fast enough to have them both jumping, guilt splashed over their faces as Heaven quickly tucked her iPad under the blanket.
“What’s going on in here?”
“Nothing,” Heaven said quickly. “We were … uh … watching a movie.”
“Yeah?” Ian walked over, reached under the blanket and pulled out the iPad.
He grinned over at me, held up the screen.
“Porn?” I pinned Everly with my stare. “You’re sneaking around watching porn?”
“Yes, my Liege,” Everly said, always the sweet, innocent one.
Ian hit play and the two men on screen continued their erotic encounter.
“Gay porn.”
Ian hit pause. “What prompted this?”
Everly shrugged but her eyes quickly shot to Heaven.
Heaven wasn’t quite so tight-lipped. “We were curious.”
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