by Amy Brent
She swallowed hard, feeling fear well up inside her. The card attached was just as frightening.
Good girl, It’s your turn to shine!
I don’t share with others, lose the boyfriends or they will end up like your friend. I’ll see you soon.
She knew it was from him, the last person who had been with Chelsea, and she also knew it was a dangerous game she was playing. He seemed to think she avoided the police because of him, when in truth it had nothing at all to do with him, it was about herself. She clutched the card to her and moved back inside to lock the door.
She put the rose in the trash, pulling the card off first. Maybe it was time to tell someone something after all. For now, she crawled back into bed.
There was little doubt in her mind that they would be upset that she didn’t make it the night before. Charles had given her an instruction, and she typically followed it to the law. Last night, however, whatever had her feelings so poorly had made her sleep into the early hours of the day.
She lay there, soothing her fever and as she did so she felt the bed shift slightly. Glancing up she saw Nick there. She frowned as she tried to raise up, but her body refused to move.
“Lyla, you should have called.” She felt the coolness of a rag on her forehead. “I could have been here for you.” He continued on with his ministration and soon she was napping quietly.
The next time she woke up she was in a clean sheet, laying on her bed. She felt better than before and she smiled to herself as she looked around the room, coming face to face with Charles.
She took in his dark look, concerned about what he would say next. He was an avid lover, but she knew better than to ever cross him, and she did her best to obey his wishes whenever he requested something of her.
“If you’re sick Lyla, you will call us from now on, is that clear?” He was quiet as he spoke, his words short and clipped.
“I didn’t think…” She trailed off.
“No you didn’t, that’s why I am upset. This will never work if you’re not open with us, Lyla.” He looked up at her, taking a few long strides in her direction.
She wanted him to pull her close, but she knew better than to expect that of him. He stood by her, lifting her chin up to make eye contact. “Tonight we are coming to see you. There are some things that need to be discussed.”
“Okay.” She let her gaze drop down, but looked up at him once more when he lifted her chin.
“How are you feeling?” He stared at her face intently, searching her over for an explanation of why she had felt so bad.
“Much better actually.” She barely got the words out before his mouth found her neck, kissing and dipping his tongue into the collar of her neck.
She moaned as he moved over her, running his fingers down her collarbone and into the cleavage there. She moved the blanket away, giving him access to her, knowing he would want her to be submissive. He almost smiled at her actions, but he regained composure quickly, not revealing himself to her.
“How much better are you feeling?” he whispered it as he trailed kisses down her chest, his tongue flicking out to taste the peaks of her breasts.
She moaned, finding her body reacting to him. “I’m…o-ok.” She managed to sputter.
He moved to remove his clothes, and she was reminded of how perfectly sculpted he was. He lowered his body to slide along the length of her. His hands moved against her skin as he put his face next to hers. He looked her over as he moved his fingers into her, teasing her and touching her most sensitive areas.
It was unlike him to be so close, his actions were so different than Nick ‘s when they were together. He seemed concerned, almost vulnerable as she looked up at him. He moved and she felt him shift until they were almost joined.
“Don’t scare me like that Lyla, ever.” He kissed her as he pushed into her roughly, taking and claiming his body as her own. She clung to him, this new side almost taking over and pushing his body to own hers with a sweet abandon.
Soon he switched, flipping her over onto her stomach as he pushed into her roughly, grabbing a fistful of her hair at the base of her neck. He pulled back on her, making her back arch roughly as he pummeled into her, owning her body as is should be. He moved faster and faster until suddenly he slowed, making long, deep strides inside her.
Her body trembled and ached with his movements. She felt him then, pressing against her other opening, preparing her for a new entry. She spread her legs wider, knowing what he wanted, and as he let her hair go, she lay face down on the bed, baring herself to him completely.
He moved slowly at first, pushing into her, moaning loudly as he owned her in this special way. She cried out as he pushed and then pulled once more, slipping and sliding as he soon found himself pushing in all the way, until she was full of him, and she knew he was satisfied.
Sated, he rolled over, pulling away from her. She waited for him to say something, and he stood, kissing her lightly on the forehead.
“We will be back tonight Lyla. There is much to discuss.”
She watched him leave, and only then did she let her guard down once more. He was a superb lover, and she would miss him when she was gone. She picked up the phone, cradling it in her hand as she thought about what to do. She hated losing her mother, and leaving the two men she cared about most behind, but she had to help Chelsea. She deserved that much.
She loved them, she knew that each of them were special in different ways, meeting a need that she had when the other couldn’t. Now, they were going to be a family, and she felt the only good thing in her life starting to slip away. She rolled over in the bed, letting the tears slip down her face. Now that it was real there was no way of keeping the truth from them, and she would have to go sooner rather than later. There was no way she could stay around and let this crazy person hurt the people she loved.
She grabbed a few things, nothing special, as she made her way down to her car to go. It wasn’t her fault. Not really. She would do whatever it took to keep them all safe. She had never been worried before, not like this anyway. It ultimately came down to choices and her choice to get involved was why she found herself here now.
The call had been a short one; the detective who answered asked her more than a few questions and he had asked her to bring the card down to the station. She felt the same fear she’d had years ago as she walked slowly inside, pushing down bile that came with her panic as she went to the desk for help.
She saw him as he walked her way, and she followed behind, certain somehow the older man was watching her every move. She told him everything, including her interaction with the man. Anything she told them may be helpful later.
“How well do you know this guy?” The detective gave her a once over.
She crossed her arms, staring back at him. “I don’t, not really. I’ve danced for him before, and we had that private dance. The whole thing was weird and then I saw him with Chelsea all the time. I got the card this morning.”
“If you really want to help your friend, there is one thing you can do.” He stared at her and she swallowed hard before agreeing to hear his plan.
She left the station, slid into her car, and made her way to see her mother to say goodbye and to take the next step.
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“I don’t understand, Lyla; what do you mean you have to go?” Her mother’s eyes filled with unshed tears as she frowned at her.
“It’s a situation with work. I just need some time off, that’s all.” She did her best to sound flippant about it, but inside she was terrified.
“How long, dear?” her mother pressed on.
“A couple weeks, mom that’s all.” She hugged her quickly, and then she made her way outside before the tears fell. She failed to see the tall figure in the grass behind her.
It took a week to get everything together, and to separate herself from everyone. It was difficult, but she knew it had to be done. Finally, after some correspondence she was heading off t
o wrap everything up once and for all.
As she pulled into the hotel she took a deep breath, hopeful that things would be fine in the end. She smoothed down the front of her outfit, hating the way it clung to her, and she held her head up as she went into the lobby of the hotel.
She saw him, sitting just as he said he would. She moved over across from him, slipping her gloved hand down the front of his jacket invitingly.
“Hello, Lyla. I’m glad you came to your senses.” The older man smiled up at her and then gestured for her to sit across from him.
“I told you I would do as you asked, but I want to understand why?” She paused, signaling for the waiter to bring her a drink. She could feel her hands trembling, but she did her best to look composed.
“She was a problem, nothing more, Lyla. I told her to do something and she didn’t listen. You on the other hand, you know exactly how to listen, just as I like you too.” He smiled at her, running his finger down the side of her leg.
“I know better than to push my limits if that’s what you mean.” She smiled at him and he laughed loudly, as she took another sip of her drink.
“We will see young lady, we will see.” He grabbed her wrist then, turning it over painfully. She felt tears spring to her eyes and she blinked hard. “You seem to think that I am an idiot Lyla, that somehow I don’t know that you already have two men in your pocket. I know everything little girl, and I know that tonight I am going to show you who is in charge once and for all. I’ve been watching you, and how you have separated from them. That’s good. Chelsea didn’t listen; she wanted more and more and I warned her that it would be me and only me. Sadly, she didn’t want the same thing.”
He stood then, pulling her with him as he moved. She felt herself being dragged up the stairs and she coughed loudly, hoping to trigger a response from her actions.
“It doesn’t have to be this way,” she whimpered and he grabbed her even harder, pushing her in front of him.
“Actually it does. I know you went to the police, and I know they are probably watching me even now. See I don’t know why they would think I would hurt any one of the whores in that place, but then Chelsea was special, wasn’t she?”
She felt the cold steel as he pressed it into her side, causing her to freeze in her spot. She glanced up at him, right before he dropped. His body fell, landing on the flat plane of the hotel hallway. She fell with him, and then she looked up, coming face to face with Nick. It was only then that she allowed herself to relax and she fainted.
Lights were the most obvious thing she saw when she woke up. She sat up quickly, feeling her chest for the wire she had been wearing. It was gone, and as she glanced around she saw the room filled with police, and she saw Nick and Charles. They moved together, hugging her tightly.
“You could have told us, Lyla.” Charles, more reserved as always, stood back slightly as Nick hugged her close. Her eyes made contact with his, and she felt the emotion coming from him.
“He was going to hurt you all, I went to the police instead. I wasn’t sure what else to do. Seems like you were watching over me anyways.” She stood shakily, as the officer came over to talk to her.
“We have everything we need. He knew the police sent you there, but not that you were wearing a wire. We got his confession, he admitted to hurting Chelsea and the matching cards will help. You did well, Lyla. You’re going to help bring justice to her family.”
She smiled slightly, and as the officer left she wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, the two of them leading her away to their car. As she slipped inside she thought about the long day that they’d had, and how some peace and quiet would be nice.
The car pulled up to a long set of condos, and she hesitated for a second before stepping out. She glanced at the address and smiled; they had brought her home. As they made their way inside she smiled at them both, looking at how they lived.
“Lyla, I know you’ve had an eventful day. Go take a bath, we want to talk to you after.” It was Charles and she nodded at him as Nick led her down a long hall to a bedroom, covered in white and ink hues.
She did as they asked, relaxing in the tub, finally feeling more like herself. She wanted everything to get back to normal and soon. After her bath she stepped out onto the fluffy white rug, toweling off and slipping into the robe she found lying on the chair nearby. She wasn’t sure what the nature of their relationship would be now, but she knew it was time to discuss it once and for all.
They were waiting for her in the main room, both more handsome than ever, and both standing when she came into the room. She smiled at them both, loving them in her own way. She sat down across from them in an overstuffed chair.
“I’ll get right to the point, Lyla. We want you. What I mean is we want to be with you.” Nick seemed flustered and Charles stepped in.
“What my brother is trying to say is that we want a relationship with you. Both of us. I am obviously more reserved than Nick, but when you are home, I want just as much of you as he has. No more strip club please; no one else touches you but us.”
She blinked twice, looking at them both. “But our parents.”
“Can do whatever they want. There is no telling where this will go, but for now, you belong to us.” Charles said it very matter-of-factly.
“If you will have us, that is. No more secrets though; this situation with the dead girl, and the old creepy guy…it was too much. Once we knew what you were doing we watched and waited, but we don’t want you in any kind of danger like that again.” Nick added quickly, giving Charles a heated look.
She thought about it a few moments, until she knew her answer was an easy one. “I love you both, so yes. I’ll be with you.” She looked at Charles for a longer second. “Only yours.”
Charles made his way over to her and held out his hand, which she took eagerly. As she walked she reached back for Nick’s, who encased her hand in his warmly. The threesome made their way into the west wing of the condo and opened the doors to a spare room. She ran her hands over the red silk sheets and she turned to look back at them, letting her robe fall to the floor. She watched their eyes as they ran over her; her huge breasts were high on her chest and her puffy nipples were growing harder in the cool air of the room.
She crawled up on the bed, moving enough so that both men could wrap her wrists in the rope that was hanging off of the bed. She felt the ropes twist slightly and tighten as they stretched her arms, causing her breasts to jiggle with their efforts. They did the same with her feet, putting her into a strained position, leaving her everything open and exposed to them. Finally, she was blindfolded, and she could only lie there and feel.
She felt the mouths on her, kissing down the length of her, one side sweet and warm and the other side harder and menacing. She loved them equally, feeling her body reacting as they moved over her. She was wet; she could feel the evidence of her desire as her inner thighs soon became moist with her juices. She wanted more and she ached for it.
She felt something hard at the apex of her thighs and she blinked open her eyes, feeling the hard vibration against her as Charles pushed the foreign object inside her, filling her completely. She gasped at the initial entry, and then felt the vibrations move through her, hitting her insides in just the right way. He worked her with the dildo, slamming it inside her over and over, watching her muscled pop as the toy would exit, only to be pushed back in once more.
Nick began to help, touching a tiny vibrating toy on her love nub, moving and flicking it as Charles worked her from the inside out. She wanted to grab them both, pull them to her, but she was powerless to move at all. Her first orgasm rocked through her, making her entire body convulse as she cried it out.
Spent, she tried to stop them, but they only smiled and started yet another onslaught, this time adding a third toy to the mix. It was thin and grew bigger as the shaft went on. She knew this was where she would be tested on her limits as she felt the tiny end push into her other entrance and move sl
ightly while the two men worked her other areas. She soon found the pressure there building as the thin end pushed in farther and farther until soon she was fucking and bucking wildly on both toys, both holes filled to the maximum. She moaned and cried out loudly as they used her body, each toy pushing and pulling into her, and the tidal wave that crashed over her was unlike anything she had ever felt before.
The blindfold was pulled away and she looked up at them as she continued to shake while aftershocks hit her over and over again, both men moving slightly away,undoing her hands enough to allow her to stroke both of their long, hard shafts on either side of her. She loved touching them, feeling the hard desire they had for her. She pumped them both wildly, watching their faces as they grunted with her every move.
“My mouth -- I want you there, please.” She begged them and they agreed. She felt Nick move between her legs, leaving the toy in her back entrance and replacing the other with his own thick rod. He pushed into her, carefully moving the one in the back as he moved, causing her body to rise up off the bed. She cried out as his fullness was almost too much.
She looked up in time to see Charles grab her head and move her into position, and he slid the thickness of himself into her mouth and down her throat. She didn’t love him with her mouth, no -- instead he turned her head slightly, holding it in place as he pumped into her mouth, using her throat to stroke himself deeper and deeper until she felt him stiffen and pull out only to give her a chance to grab his shaft and pump him wildly, licking and kissing the head of him until he exploded. She felt the surge hit her head on and she kissed the length of him, caressing him and reveling in the mess he made on her.
Nick was close; she felt his fast, hard pumps into her and she looked down at him, her eyes on his, pushing him into the next peak, he too pulling out his rod and covering her other half in his love juice.