by Kitty Thomas
Multiple gasps ripple throughout the circle. People here are so jaded. Dayne doesn't allow anyone underage anywhere near the resort, so it's been a long time since they've gotten to see a virgin anything.
There's a part of me that wishes it was me doing the honors, but Griff is right, it's really too much for her first time.
A few minutes later, Griffin returns and passes a bamboo cane to me.
“Livia, I want you to bow all the way to the floor, arms stretched out in front of you, palms flat, head resting on the floor. And you will count. You're getting ten.”
“Soren...” Griffin says again.
I round on him. “I swear to fuck, Griff. If you say another goddamned word, I'm caning your ass next.”
He glares at me but backs off. Livia is trembling on the ground. The music has stopped again, everyone, including the quartet watches inside this pin-drop silence.
I turn my attention back to Livia. “After you count each one, you will say Thank you, Master.”
She can only nod. She's already crying, and I haven't even touched her yet. What is this weird feeling in my chest? Is that fucking guilt? This only makes me want to cane her harder. I don't want to be soft with her. I don't want to be soft at all.
The cane slices through the air as I lay the first welt across her ass. She gasps in shock and surprise. She probably hasn't even been seriously spanked before. And I'm starting her with this.
“Mrs. Kingston?” I say.
“O-one. Thank you, Master.”
Shit, I should have gone for five. I am an absolute irredeemable monster right now. But this voice in my head doesn't stop me because it never has before. And even as the guilt curls around my heart for causing her pain—my body still responds the same way. My dick is rock hard.
I continue the punishment, and by five, she is wailing. I glance over to find Griffin glaring daggers at me. He wouldn't succeed, but he looks like he may at least try to pull me off her. And soon. I look to Dayne, and he doesn't look thrilled either. But he's not going to intervene.
I can't continue this. If I wanted this, I should have trained her for it. As much as I hate to admit it, Dayne is right. This is too much too soon. I take a few steps away from her.
“Beg me for forgiveness,” I growl down at her.
She's sobbing. She doesn't raise her head from the floor because I didn't tell her to. She is such a good girl.
“M-Master, please, forgive me. Please...” That last please comes out in a broken sob as she tries to catch her breath.
“What will you do to earn this forgiveness?” I ask.
“A-anything. Please, please I'll do anything.”
I let out a long sigh. This girl is going to break me. “I'll offer you a trade. It's a one time offer because you are mine. Suck me off right... in front of all these people, and I will forgive you and cancel out the other five you owe me. Do you accept this trade?”
“Yes, Master,” she says quickly.
She pushes herself up and crawls to me. She's so eager to please me now, to make the pain end, to stop me from leaving more angry welts across her flesh that she doesn't need direction. She doesn't need to be told to crawl. She just does it. She fumbles with my zipper, and I help her because that's the kind of guy I am.
I'm pulsing and hard and desperate to get inside her mouth. But I don't skull fuck her, I let her take this at her own pace this time. Tears are flowing down her cheeks as she looks up at me. I let out a groan as she takes me into her warm, wet mouth. I gasp at the hard suction of her mouth that can barely take me to begin with.
She relaxes her throat and takes me deeper than she's taken me before. Fuck that's amazing.
This is the most eagerly enthusiastic blow job I've ever received from her or any other woman, and it'll take me less than a minute to come at this rate. I wipe the tears off her cheeks as she fellates me like she has a master's degree in oral sex.
This time when I come, she swallows every drop. “Good girl,” I say, as I massage her throat. “Such a very good girl.”
My dick slips out of her mouth, and she zips me back up. I take her hands in mine and help her to stand. I press a kiss to her forehead.
“You're forgiven. Now you're going to offer your ass to Griffin like the good whore you are, do you understand?”
There is something soft, pliant, and completely surrendered in her voice when she says, “Yes, Master.”
28
Livia
The Deflowering
The Present.
There are so many eyes on me right now. So many strangers just watched me naked, kneeling at Soren's feet, getting caned and then... sucking his dick. I feel humiliated along with other things which I don't have words for. But then I also feel safe—and I don't understand that one after what just happened—but it's swirling around in the soup of emotions anyway. I could deny it, but it's still there.
And then the loudest feeling... I feel so turned on right now, so hot I think I might spontaneously combust. My wetness drips down my thighs, and I know that if I bend over anything right now, at least a few people will be able to see just how aroused I am. Though I'm sure they know. My nipples are so hard they're painful. And the ambient temperature in this room is comfortable, so it isn't from cold.
My eyes lock with Griffin's and then Soren steps aside as he takes over.
“Bend over that table with your palms flat stretched out in front of you,” Griffin says.
I can see his erection through his pants. The table he points to is soft leather and is just the right height for me to lean over and stretch my body across, giving him easy access to my ass. The welts still burn from Soren's cane and Griffin spends a few minutes gently stroking them once I've assumed the position he wants me in.
Dayne pushes through the crowd and lays a black leather case that looks a bit like a briefcase on the table beside us then takes a few steps back. It's me and Griffin now, the center of attention.
My cheek rests on the table as I watch Griffin open the box. Inside are about ten metal phallic objects. I recognize them from the times we've used them this week. They're for anal penetration and training. The guys have also used butt plugs, keeping them inside me for long periods to get me used to the fullness.
The toys in this box start at finger-size and they slowly move up until they are at least as big as Griffin's cock. If I can take that last toy, I know I can take him. We haven't yet made it through all the toys but we've come close.
Also inside the box is a large tube of lubricant. I gasp as he massages a healthy amount around my entrance, pushing a heavily lubed finger inside me. I can't help moving against him. Over the past week I've started to really like this—much more than I'm comfortable admitting.
Though it still feels intensely vulnerable and a little scary and a lot dirty. And though I'm still self-conscious, I can't deny the pleasure that comes with it. The fear, the tiny bit of pain that melts into surrender and sensations I've never felt before these men came into my life.
I feel an intense gaze on me, and I glance over to find Soren standing at the edge of the crowd. He holds my gaze in his as Griffin slowly works me up through the toys. At each addition in size, I have to remember to breathe and relax, and open to him.
He strokes my back. “You're doing great,” he whispers. “Just open, accept it inside you.”
These words make me wetter. I continue to watch Soren as Griffin prepares me for his cock. My body responds easier now, more quickly. I've learned how to relax, how to surrender this part of myself to them even though it's only been toys before tonight.
The string quartet is suddenly playing again, and I wonder if Dayne told them to play something. It's slow and soothing, and it helps me breathe. The music itself is a breath moving slowly in and out like the tide.
Griffin leans his body over mine, and I feel the fabric of his suit against my bare back. He's still fully clothed, I realize. He kisses my back, and then my shoulder and neck and the shell of my ear.
“Take a deep breath, Livia. The next thing going inside you is my cock.”
He barely gives me time to take the breath before his lubed cock is pushing inside my ass. I let out a strangled cry but it's all pleasure, no pain. It's so different than the toys because it's the softness of naked skin gliding against naked skin. I grip and claw at the table seeking anything to hold onto as he drives into me stealing my breath with each thrust.
“You love anal, don't you, you dirty little slut,” he growls close to my ear.
“Yes, Sir.” It comes out on a desperate mewling whimper.
By the time he comes I'm about to lose my mind with need. I'm so close, it would take so little for me to go over the edge. But before I can, Griffin does. He pulls out and releases on my back with a groan.
My eyes find Soren's again. Something inside me wants to know how he feels about what he just saw. His gaze is filled with lust, and he's hard again, his erection straining against his pants. He breaks away from the crowd and comes toward me with purpose.
Griffin helps me up, but he doesn't clean off my back. Nor does he rub it into my skin like Dayne did the first night in his bedroom. Instead, it just slides down my back, making me feel so dirty, but in the best possible way.
One of the leather sofas is pushed out into this wide open space we've claimed and Soren sits on it. He undoes his pants for the third time tonight and motions me forward.
I don't walk to him. I crawl. And I know from his amused smirk that he's pleased with this.
When I reach him, he says, “Ride my cock.”
I, rise from the ground, straddle, and sink down on him, trying once again to get used to his size. He's still fully dressed, just like Griffin was when he fucked my ass. I don't think they're shy about public nudity. It's about power. The power of their suits pressed up against my nakedness. Their command tangling with my vulnerability.
I ride him, my breasts pressing against his suit as he grips my ass, re-igniting the flaming pain from the cane marks. Then he soothes and strokes them, all the while urging me to ride him harder.
Then another set of hands is on me, pulling me back enough so he can stroke my breasts, pinching my nipples. I turn to find my mouth captured in Dayne's kiss.
“You can't leave this room until I fuck your ass in front of my guests,” he growls into my mouth.
He pushes me back on top of Soren, who has stopped fucking and holds me still. More cold lube is pressed inside my ass as Soren holds me wide open for Dayne. I blush harder at the people standing at just the right angle to see this lewd display.
“Breathe,” Dayne reminds me.
When I exhale, he eases his cock inside my ass.
“That's it,” he says, “Everything is okay.”
It's a tight and uncomfortable squeeze, and at first I feel panicked with Soren filling me from one side and Dayne from the other, but they are both very still as I adjust, Soren stroking my cheek while Dayne pets my hair.
After a moment they begin to move in tandem, and it is the most exquisite feeling. All I can do is grip Soren's shoulders and hang on for the ride as the two of them fuck me together, their bodies demanding I simply receive them. Soren grips the back of my neck and pulls me in for a devouring kiss just as my orgasm is cresting.
I moan and cry into his mouth, tears streaming down my cheeks while he and I come together. He holds me in his arms as Dayne pulls out and comes on my back, joining Griffin's earlier mark. And all of it is sliding down over Soren's cane welts.
I look around, seeking Griffin. I find him sitting in Dayne's leather chair on the platform. He smiles, his devastating dimple claiming me from a distance, and he just winks at me. Then I drop my head back onto Soren's shoulder.
29
Livia
The Honeymoon's Over
The Present.
It's Saturday. We've been back from our honeymoon for almost a week and have spent most of that time—when we haven't been working or fucking—moving my things to Soren's place a bit at a time. Griffin and Dayne have been fully moved in for two months now, so all efforts have been focused on moving my things from my crappy apartment to Soren's estate.
It's hard to think of this as my home, even though I understand it intellectually. While I'd been stressing over the wedding and worrying about what would happen once we were all together, I hadn't had much time to realize that I'd never again have to contemplate which bill wasn't getting paid that month. I would never again eat another package of Ramen noodles standing over the kitchen sink. My parents could have helped, but I didn't want to burden them. And now that life and all its uncertainty is over, traded in for the new uncertainty of these men.
The front door stands open. Soren is outside getting another one of the boxes from the moving truck we finally got around to renting. I think Dayne is in the kitchen. Griffin grabs me from behind and spins me around, pinning me against the wall, holding my wrists over my head.
He claims my mouth with his and presses his knee between my legs.
“Ride it,” he growls.
I grind against him while he continues to ravage my mouth. Then I hear a gasp. And it isn't coming from either of us.
We both look up, startled to find my mother and Macy standing in the entryway gaping at us.
“I-I'm sorry, the door was open,” my mother says.
Macy looks from me to Griffin, then back to me, then runs out of the house.
By this point, Griffin and I have put several feet of respectable distance between us. Dayne walks in then with a bowl of ice cream, looking curiously from my mother to Griffin and then to me.
Soren walks in with one of my boxes and sits it down on the coffee table. “What's wrong with Macy? She's locked herself in the car and is hysterical.” Then he takes in the scene, his eyes narrowing. “What's going on in here?”
My mother looks like she's about to have some kind of fit because she thinks Soren almost caught me cheating. She's got a disappointed look on her face like she can't believe I would do this to him. I wonder how much more disappointed she'll be when she knows that the truth is so much worse than she thinks.
Griffin finally breaks the tense silence. “Macy and Livia's mother walked in on us kissing.”
“I—the door was standing open,” my mother says. She can't meet my eyes. I know it's about to get worse because there's no way we're about to play out some fake cheating drama like a soap opera.
Soren sighs. “I'm sorry you had to see that, Judith.”
“I—wait, what?”
He turns to Griffin, “Griff, what the fuck?” Then realizing he just cursed in front of my mother, turns back to her and says, “I apologize, Judith. It slipped.”
“It's our house!” Griffin says. “I can kiss Livia in our house!”
“I'm sorry,” my mother says, and I feel just awful for her.
Soren shakes his head. “Nonsense, Judith. It's the middle of the day, and the door was standing open. You saw me outside. You couldn't have known.”
“Wait, what exactly is going on?” my mother says.
Griffin takes my hand in his. My mom notices, and her eyes grow large. She looks quickly to Soren as if expecting him to get angry and fly into a jealous rage, but Soren doesn't react.
I finally find my own voice. “Mom, I think you should sit down. Why don't you come into the kitchen and let me make you some tea.”
Griffin lets go of my hand as I guide my mother into the kitchen. There's already a hot kettle of water on, so I pour some into two tea cups.
I turn to the guys. “Does anyone else want tea?”
They shake their heads and come join us at the table. Once I've fixed tea for my mother and myself with milk and sugar and some pink and green thumbprint cookies I picked up from the bakery earlier in the week, I sit and take a long deep breath.
We all look at each other as my mother sips her tea. She's a smart woman, and I know she has to suspect at least some part of what's happening here no
matter how high her denial may be.
“Look,” Soren says, “There's no easy or nice way to put this. And I don't expect you to approve, but I hope, for Livia's sake you'll keep this a secret. There's no reason to cause conflict within our families and none of our businesses needs a scandal. It's your daughter's future we're talking about. It benefits no one, least of all Livia, for this to get out.”
“Keep what a secret?” my mother's voice is going shrill and she's about ten seconds from Olivia Elaine Fairchild, you'd better explain what's going on right now!
Dayne chooses this moment to interject. He's still eating his ice cream. “Judith...”
“I'm sorry, who are you?” my mother says.
“I'm Dayne Montgomery. I was the groomsman at the wedding. I'm Soren's best friend. One of them at least.”
She turns back to Griffin. “And you? You were the best man, right? Griffin?”
“Yes Ma’am,” Griffin says.
Dayne looks a little hurt that she remembered Griffin but not him, but he continues. “We're all married to your daughter, the three of us.”
I'm not sure I would have led with that statement, but okay. I guess we're going with a rip the band-aid off approach.
My mother turns pale. “What do you mean you're all married to Livia? You can't all be married to her. The state doesn't allow... it's illegal... and immoral and...” She turns her glare on me now. “Olivia Elaine Fairchild...”
Here we go.
“Explain yourself this instant!”
I knew it was in there.
“It's true. I'm legally married to Soren along with a pre-nup, and I have private legal contracts with Griffin and Dayne. They aren't called marriage, but they address the same legal issues.”
“But... what about children?”
“We'll raise them together,” Soren says. “We're a family.”
“But...”
Griffin puts a hand over my mother's which inexplicably seems to calm her. To be honest, I think all women have a bit of a crush on Griffin. It's the dimple. It's so disarming.