Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Book 7)

by Nicole Edwards

  Once we were back at the house, the day was underway. Heaven was in the kitchen cooking breakfast, while Everly was ordered to sit this one out. It was her birthday after all.

  I hurried through my shower, joined them in the dining room. Everly made every attempt to guess what the plan for the day was, but Isaac did a good job of throwing her off track.

  While he kept her preoccupied, Ian and I went to the grocery store to pick up a few things Heaven had requested specifically for the birthday dinner she was cooking.

  “I was thinking about something, Master,” I told him as I pushed the cart down the aisle while Ian tossed things in it.

  “What was that?”

  “Isaac mentioned he’d prefer I stay at home. You know, in lieu of working.”

  “We both prefer that,” he noted.

  “Okay. Well, I was thinking it would be more cost-effective if you weren’t paying for lawn service or the pool guy. The maids. I could handle that stuff. Me and Everly.”

  Ian paused, looked over at me. His eyes were serious when he spoke. “That’s a lot of work.”

  “Well, I’ve kinda got a lot of time.”

  He smiled. “I know that. And I want you to have things to do.”

  “So do I. I can’t sit around and mooch off of you.”

  He stepped in close, tilted my chin up. “First of all, if we want to take care of you, that’s our business. Not yours.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  An old lady moved passed us, her eyes wide as she did.

  Ian didn’t acknowledge her in any way, never broke eye contact with me. I liked that it didn’t bother him what other people thought.

  “I’ll have the conversation with Isaac tomorrow.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He leaned in, pressed his lips to mine before stepping back. “Just so you know, we’ve got plenty of things that’ll keep you busy. None of which include you cleaning bathtubs and toilets.”

  I smiled, thinking about what those could possibly be.

  “The most important will be taking care of Everly when we’re out of town.” He grabbed two loaves of bread, set them in the cart. “We travel a lot. We’re gone a lot.”

  “She’ll be my top priority, Master.”

  “And you, hers.”

  “But I’d like you to consider it, Master. It would put me at ease to have chores to do.”

  “I know it would. We’ll talk about it more. Right now, we just need to get back to the house before Everly has a coronary.”

  She was rather worked up, quite excited about what Isaac and Ian had in store for her. So I understood his distraction. In fact, I even managed to let thoughts of her push out all the others. There would be time to deal with reality later. Today was going to be special.

  When we arrived back at the house, Isaac was already pouring a drink.

  “Where’s Everly?”

  He nodded toward the living room.

  I had to pause to observe the scene.

  “Well, well, well,” Ian said, setting the bags on the island and walking over to look at Everly. “Enjoying yourself, little fairy?”

  Her eyes widened. Thanks to the gag in her mouth, she couldn’t speak.

  That didn’t stop her from moaning as Heaven sat between her thighs, which were restrained to keep her ankles against her butt, knees wide, wielding one of those torture devices they called a vibrator. This one had a narrow handle, a wide, bulbous head and was being applied directly to Everly’s clit.

  “You want to come, don’t you?” Ian taunted.

  Everly nodded, the move causing the chain attached to the gag to tug on the clamps pinching Everly’s nipples.

  She moaned loudly, whimpered.

  Isaac appeared. “If she does, she gets punished. Again.”

  “Again, huh? She’s already earned punishment today. On her birthday of all days.”

  “Her ass is not only stuffed full, it’s also a pretty shade of red,” Isaac informed us, sipping his drink.

  “Well, if this is what we get on her birthday, I can’t fucking wait till it’s ours.” Ian chuckled, then went to the kitchen.

  I followed, helping him unload the groceries while Everly continued to moan from the living room.

  I smiled, a little disappointed that I’d have to wait until February before I got to see what they had in store for my birthday.

  Everly

  He was killing me slowly.

  Torturing me for the thrill of it.

  And I loved every freaking second of it.

  It wasn’t lost on me that Isaac was being extremely strict today, dishing out punishment for every little infraction. He knew what it did to me. And he was getting extremely creative.

  The spanking I’d gotten earlier had been nothing compared to the torture session with the magic wand he’d had Heaven use on me while I was gagged and restrained.

  Now I was serving as their dinner dish.

  While I’d heard about this practice, submissives being used as various pieces of furniture, I’d never experienced it. Yet here I was, on my twenty-fifth birthday, laid out on the dining room table while the four of them ate off of me.

  Yep.

  The food, a variety of finger foods, had been strategically placed over my naked body. As they ate, the spots they uncovered were subjected to the cool air, making my skin tingle, along with other parts of my body.

  But they weren’t only eating, they were teasing me in the process.

  At the moment, Dante’s fingers were buried in my pussy, skillfully brushing my G-spot while I was forced to endure. If I moved or made a sound, it would only add to my punishment.

  “I’m quite impressed,” Ian said conversationally. “Not only with the food—nice job, Heaven—but also with how well the birthday girl’s holding up.”

  “I am, too,” Isaac noted.

  I knew that tone, knew something bad—translating to very, very good—was about to happen. I held myself as still as possible, holding my breath in anticipation.

  Dante’s fingers pulled out, pushed back in. He did it several times before vibrations erupted in my ass.

  I whimpered, swallowing the sound a second too late.

  “Uh-uh-uh,” Isaac said. “What did I tell you?”

  I wasn’t supposed to answer him, so I didn’t.

  He smiled, a mischievous smirk that promised punishment for my transgressions. At this point, I wouldn’t be sitting down for a week if he decided to spank me.

  The vibrations stopped, but not Dante’s fingers. He began fucking me faster, his fingers pushing in deep, driving me to distraction.

  The plug in my ass came on again, making me whimper. It was an involuntary reaction to the stimuli. Not at all my fault! Then again, I was certain Isaac knew that, hence the reason he continued to do it.

  When they finished their meal, Dante’s fingers blessedly disappeared, and I thought I was in the clear for a few minutes at least.

  Turned out not to be the case when Ian disappeared, only to return with a bottle of chocolate syrup. Rather than cover my body with it, he let the cold liquid drip onto my nipples.

  “Heaven, you take one. Dante, the other. Clean her thoroughly.”

  I swallowed hard, trying to prepare myself.

  It didn’t help. Their warm mouths covering my nipples dragged a ragged moan from my chest.

  Dante bit down gently and I damn near came from the sensation.

  “I think you might need a little more,” Ian offered.

  Heaven and Dante lifted their heads, Ian added more of the chilled chocolate before they resumed feasting again.

  I was so focused on their brutal torment, the mouth that descended on my pussy nearly had me bucking off the table. Strong hands held down my thighs as Isaac feasted on my pussy. He was relentless in his pursuit of my orgasm, so it was no wonder he achieved his goal.

  When I came with a strangled cry ripped from my throat, it earned me a chuckle from Ian.

  “Yo
u’re a beautiful birthday girl,” Ian whispered before leaning down and kissing me thoroughly.

  I was panting and trembling, wondering if I would survive the rest of the evening, knowing deep down that it was hopeless. I was meant to enjoy this day, even if it felt like torture. The sweetest torture imaginable, of course.

  “It’s time for the next portion of our evening,” Isaac said, holding out his hand.

  I was still trembling when he helped me down from the table, and Isaac must have noticed because he brought my fingers to his mouth, brushed his lips over them, then pulled me into him.

  “Are you enjoying your birthday, fairy princess?”

  “Very much, my Liege.” And that was the honest-to-God truth. I’d never felt more alive than I did that day. The attention they’d given me, even though it was mostly erotic in nature, was mind-blowing. Perhaps because it was erotic in nature. Not that I expected anything less from them. My twin Doms were experts in sexuality.

  “Good. Because it’s not over yet.”

  With my hand in his, Isaac led me out to the backyard. He stopped, placing his hand across my chest and holding me against him. There, standing beside the pool, Dante and Heaven, already naked, were in the process of undressing Ian. Hands, mouths, whatever it took to get the man down to his birthday suit.

  Admittedly, I wished I was part of it, my lips tingling to feel Ian’s skin.

  The way they touched him, kissed, licked, sucked … all while Ian stood by, his eyes hooded as he observed. It was obvious he thoroughly enjoyed them as well.

  Once naked, Ian directed Heaven into the water before he took the liberty to tease Dante. It was an impressive sight, watching Ian proficiently and seductively stroke his submissive. Yeah, I found the whole male-on-male interaction rather intriguing. This especially.

  Long before Dante could get off, Ian motioned him toward the pool, then turned to me.

  Isaac released me, nudging me toward the other object of my affection, the one I loved with another piece of my heart.

  “Ah, little fairy. It’s your turn,” he said softly, reaching for my hand.

  I grinned. “But I’m already naked.”

  “That you are.”

  He lifted me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I all but glued myself to him as his lips found mine. I sighed, giving myself over to the kiss, eager to see what was in store for me next. Truth was, I would’ve been content with everything they’d given me already. But I knew these Doms, knew the best was yet to come.

  “Happy birthday, little fairy,” he whispered against my mouth.

  “Thank you, my Alpha,” I replied, purposely using the honorific I’d come up with for him but had yet to use.

  His head snapped back, eyes locked with mine. There was so much heat there I thought for a second we would disintegrate. Lucky for us both, we didn’t.

  He set me on my feet, smiled. “Now do the honors for your Master, then join us.”

  I turned to Isaac, watching as he approached. The way his hot gaze raked over me had my skin tingling and my nipples pebbling. I wasn’t sure I would ever get used to seeing that look on his face. It was so much more than appreciation for a female body. It was something powerful, all-consuming.

  It was love and that was what made it so potent.

  “May I undress you, my Liege?”

  “Only if you take extra special care.”

  “Always and forever.”

  I took my time with Isaac. Though they were identical in appearance, Ian and Isaac were different in so many ways. They felt different, smelled different. Each had an intoxicating scent unique to him, despite having identical DNA. And each of them affected me differently. They had their own distinct brand of sex appeal.

  When I tried to tease him the way he’d teased me, Isaac tilted my chin up and curled his other hand around my wandering wrist.

  “Not yet, fairy princess. I promise, we’ll have all the time in the world in a few hours. Just me and you.”

  “I’m looking forward to it, my Liege.” I went up on my toes, pressed my lips to his. “In fact, that’s the birthday present I’m looking forward to most.”

  His eyes warmed, his face softened, and he looked at me the way he always did, speaking directly to my heart.

  “Some time for relaxation before the birthday surprise,” he said, taking my hand and leading me to the swimming pool.

  The water was warm, warmer than it usually was, and I wondered why but didn’t have time to think about that because all four of them were surrounding me. Isaac remained at my back, supporting me with his chest and arms. Heaven took one of my feet, Dante the other. Ian took hold of my hand as they led me into deeper water. They had to turn, keeping Heaven on the shallowest side, which caused a few bouts of laughter to erupt, including from me.

  That died away when Isaac instructed me to close my eyes.

  “Relax, love. Let us take care of you now.”

  Dante, holding my right foot, began massaging, starting with my toes, then my instep. He moved slowly, patiently, working his way up my leg, ensuring he soothed every muscle while keeping me secure in the water. When he stopped, Heaven picked up, doing the same with my left leg. I found it interesting the difference in their touch. Dante’s fingers were bigger, stronger while Heaven’s paid more attention to detail, smoothing my skin while massaging it.

  There was nothing sexual about the massage, just deeply relaxing. My arms were next, and I knew it was Ian because Isaac remained behind me, his arms curled under mine, his fingertips lightly massaging my chest.

  When I was once again boneless, Isaac moved back until I was laid out in the water, supported entirely by the people I loved.

  Hands shifted, moved, supporting my back and my butt.

  That was when it turned sexual. Soft hands—Heaven’s for sure—caressed my breasts. Not teasing, massaging, but it was sensual in nature, heating my body from the inside. When she stopped, bigger hands, stronger hands—Ian’s, I figured—took their place, grazing over my nipples, then moving over my stomach. I inhaled sharply when those skilled hands massaged the folds of my pussy. He teased my clit but not with intention of working me into a frenzy.

  Then there were more hands, Dante’s, I assumed, which began massaging my butt, kneading the flesh, teasing my cheeks apart, brushing against the plug still lodged inside me, keeping my nerve endings lit up like the surface of the sun.

  I was drifting on a euphoric high when Isaac shifted me, pulling me into his arms.

  “Better?”

  “Perfect.”

  He smiled against my lips. “Not quite yet.”

  “No? There’s more?”

  “There is.” He pressed his lips to mine, kissing me thoroughly as I wrapped my arms around him, holding tight as he carried me out of the pool and into the house.

  We bypassed the kitchen, the living room, then moved down the hallway. I was thinking we were going to our room, but he surprised me, stopping in the guest room attached to his.

  “I’ll be back,” he whispered. “But I promise, you’ll enjoy this.”

  I stared up into his eyes, grinning when he lifted a blindfold, dangling it above me.

  “I know I will, my Liege.”

  “This is sensual play,” he said, as though I needed the explanation. “Which is why I’ll also be using noise-cancelling headphones.”

  When he placed them over my ears, I couldn’t see or hear, so I lay there, in the center of the bed, not moving.

  Music started, soft in my ears. Soothing instrumentals, which helped me relax. I could smell something. It was sweet, fruity. I didn’t know what or who, so I remained there, holding my breath as I waited for what was coming next.

  Soft fingers moved over my foot. There was something warm. Oil, maybe? Yes. Massage oil.

  And those were Heaven’s hands.

  I didn’t know how long she worked, but it felt like hours as she massaged me from my toes to my neck on the front side, then had me
turn over, careful to keep the headphones in place while she did the same with my back, down my legs, and once again to my feet.

  I probably drifted off a couple of times from the overwhelming pleasure. Although the massage in the pool had been stimulating, this one had soothed, relaxed.

  Heaven’s hands caressed my calves one last time before disappearing altogether.

  As I lay there, blissed out, I couldn’t imagine anything that could’ve made this birthday better than it already was.

  A few minutes later, I found out exactly what could be.

  TWENTY-SEVEN

  ISAAC

  “Thank you for coming today,” Ian told Heaven when she returned to the living room a solid hour after she’d gone in with Everly.

  “You’re very welcome. And thanks for inviting me.” She smiled sweetly, grabbed the bag she’d brought with her. “I’ve called my sister, let her know I’m on the way.”

  Ian nodded. “Text me when you get there, so we know you’re safe.”

  I offered her my thanks, gave her a hug before Dante did the same. While Ian walked her out to her car, Dante and I remained in the living room. I gripped the back of his neck, massaged the tension there.

  “You doing all right?”

  He nodded, eyes lowered. “It’s been a long day.”

  “You’ve done well.” I pulled him toward me, met his gaze briefly before pressing my lips to his.

  The man sighed, relaxing in my hold as my tongue explored his. We were still like that when Ian returned. My brother cleared his throat, chuckled.

  “We’ve got a birthday girl waiting for us.”

  That we did. And though I could’ve spent another half hour with my mouth fused to Dante’s, I figured it was best not to keep her waiting.

  With the two of them in tow, I led the way to the guest room, where I imagined my fairy princess was drifting off right about now. Once Dante was inside, he closed the door behind us as quietly as he could.

  We wasted no time, the three of us discarding the shorts we’d donned after leaving the pool. Dante rolled on a condom and crawled onto the bed with Everly. He removed the headphones, set them aside, but left the blindfold intact.