I gasp, my vision swimming. I can’t focus on him. I want to.
He thrusts again. It’s tighter this time. I assume he’s added a finger. “I’m going to make you come, and while you’re mid orgasm, I’m going to thrust into you. Not slowly. All the way. It might take your breath away, but only for a moment.”
I nod. At least I think I do. He can do anything he wants as long as he stops teasing me and lets me come.
His thumb lands on my clit, and he strums over the swollen nub. The pressure builds. I’m holding my breath. I try to lift my hands, but realize Levi is sitting more fully beside me now, and he’s holding them above my head. Part of me starts to panic, but then Levi cups a breast and thumbs my nipple.
Julius pulls his fingers out and rubs my clit harder, faster.
I shatter without warning, suddenly over the edge, unable to stop myself.
Julius continues to work me with his fingers for a few more seconds as the pulses come, and then he stops. Too soon.
I try to speak, but I can’t. And then his erection is at my entrance. He thrusts into me exactly as he said he would, taking my breath away, making my head roll back as my eyes slide shut.
It hurts for a moment, but then I adjust, left with a feeling of fullness. And I realize I’m still pulsing around his erection.
“Look at me, baby.”
I lower my gaze, trying to focus, blinking. Not breathing. My body is flinching though. He’s not moving.
Finally, I meet his gaze.
“You okay, baby?” His hand comes to my face. “Breathe through it.”
I draw in a breath slowly.
“That’s my girl. Again.”
I do so. The pain subsides. I’m left with an indescribable pressure. I need him to move. Every nerve ending is calling for attention, friction.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Yes. Yes, Sir.” My voice is surprisingly steady. “Please.”
He smiles and then he pulls out slowly and thrusts back into me.
I blow out a breath and squeeze Levi’s hands, wishing I could touch Beck also, but glad I have contact with two of them.
Julius thrusts again. His expression is tight. He’s holding back. He likes this, and that thought pleases me. I’m so inexperienced. These men have no idea how good it makes me feel every time I realize any one of them loses control because of me. Again, I think about how empowering that is.
Another thrust, and he groans, his face coming down toward mine. He shocks me when he captures my mouth in a hard kiss filled with so much emotion. His head angles to one side, and I enjoy the deepening contact, the way his tongue duels with mine, demanding more.
When Julius finally breaks the kiss, he stays close, his face inches from mine, his weight held up by his elbows. He holds my gaze as he leisurely has sex with me.
Shocking me, Levi releases my wrists. I immediately grasp Julius’s shoulders with both hands, my nails digging into his hard muscles. Our stare is intense. His movements are in slow motion. I wrap my legs around his thighs, encouraging him deeper.
The moment is so intimate, and yet, two other men are sharing it. Watching. Close enough that I can sense them both. Levi’s hands are on my head, buried in my hair. Beck has somehow joined us on the bed. He has one hand on my shoulder. We are one. But also not. I’m sharing a strange intimate connection with one man right now. Julius. His gaze is so intense that my heart can’t take it.
Slowly he enters me over and over. The base of his shaft rubs against my clit every time. I think he’s intentionally tormenting the sensitive nub the way he grinds against it. My mouth falls open as he hits just the right spot.
“That’s my girl. Give it to me.” His voice is low and soft. Demanding at the same time. And proud.
Give what to him?
He smiles. “Come for me, baby. Come again with my cock buried in you to the hilt. Come around my dick so I can feel your orgasm.”
I suck in a breath, surprised by the way my arousal increases at his words. I grip his shoulders tighter.
“Play with her nipples,” he states, his gaze still holding mine.
I’m confused for a moment, and then Levi’s hand inches between our bodies, his fingers finding one of my sensitive tips and pinching.
I moan, my mouth dry but not receiving commands from my brain to lick my lips.
“That’s a girl. Let it go.”
I can’t follow his words. I’m confused. My body is on fire.
He slowly slides almost out of me, just the tip of his erection still hovering at my entrance. “Beck, help us out.”
Again, I’m not sure what he means, but fingers find my thigh and snake between our bodies until they stroke my clit.
I whimper. God, that feels good. I lift my hips upward, hoping to encourage Julius to slide inside me again.
He shakes his head. “Flat on your back, baby. I’m controlling this. Not you.”
Beck’s fingers swirl around my clit, driving me higher, taking my breath away. My eyes slide closed as Julius slams back inside me and then pulls back out to hover again. Levi’s fingers are tormenting my nipples. Beck is still teasing my clit. I’m going to explode. Three men are responsible.
“That’s it. So close, baby. Don’t hold back.” Julius’s voice is my undoing. My body stiffens, and I moan as my orgasm consumes me. Two seconds later, Beck’s hand is on my shoulder again, and Julius is plowing into me fast and furious. Deeper it seems. Harder. He’s thicker too.
My walls clasp at his erection, milking him. Finally, as my orgasm subsides, Julius groans, his forehead landing on mine, his eyes rolling back. He remains buried deep, not pulling back out. His entire body shudders with his release. It’s powerful. It’s life-altering. It’s frightening how much I enjoy it.
Chapter 36
Abby
I wake up on my side, hungry, my stomach growling to inform anyone in the vicinity of this fact. Before I move an inch, I take note of the fact that someone is behind me and someone is in front of me.
I try to move, to roll onto my back, to adjust my position. To breathe.
Whoever is behind me holds me tighter, keeping my back to his front. I have yet to open my eyes. Maybe I’m afraid I will find that it was all a dream. An illusion. That would crush me.
On the other hand, I’m slightly embarrassed. Plus, I have another problem. I have feelings for three men. Not one. Three. Sure, Julius was the one to put an end to my virginity, but the others were a constant presence, remaining close enough to touch me.
By the time Julius eased out of me, I could no longer open my eyes. I was heavy with fatigue, and my body wouldn’t be swayed otherwise. So, I let myself succumb.
I remember what Claudia warned me about. She’s been concerned about me falling for all of them and making my intentions clear. Maybe I should be worried.
The light on the other side of my lids indicates it’s definitely daytime. I search my brain and decide it’s Thursday. It’s been four days since I’ve called Sabine or my grandfather. Sunday. Monday morning was when I opened that file and my life changed. I’m not sure how I can speak to either one of them. I’m a mess of emotions.
I might be able to speak to my grandfather in light terms about how much I love Seattle and my job, but I will never get away with that sort of brush-off with Sabine. Not in this lifetime.
Fingers stroke my belly. Lips land on my neck. “You’re awake.”
“Mmm. Maybe. Almost.” I’m still pondering the option of opening my eyes. The voice in my ear belonged to Beck, which means it’s probably his arm around my waist.
A finger strokes my cheek and I lean into the contact, assuming it’s coming from in front of me. Someone else. Levi in fact. I know his scent by now. Every inhale tells me the man close to my face is wearing the subtle scent of whatever aftershave Levi uses. I’ve learned to identify all three of them even with my eyes closed in such a short time.
Beck is stroking my belly and the undersides of my breasts r
everently. Softly. Even though he’s the one who’s always itching to spank me, he’s also the gentlest.
Levi is most likely to pinch my nipples. Beck is more likely to swirl them with his tongue. Julius is more likely to direct the entire scene.
I shudder.
“Don’t let your mind wander. Open your eyes, baby.” That command is from Julius. I assume the hand that lands on my foot as he speaks is his. He gives my leg a tug, which means he must be standing at the foot of the bed where I’m sandwiched between Levi and Beck.
I finally blink open, reluctantly. I meet Levi’s gaze first and then glance toward the foot of the bed to find Julius staring at me, smiling. He’s dressed. His dark hair is damp from a recent shower. He’s buttoning the front of his shirt. He leans over me and kisses my ankle. “I have a meeting this morning. I can’t be late. Be a good girl. Do as you’re told while I’m gone.”
I part my lips. “Yes, Sir.” The words come out gravelly.
Julius glances at Levi and then Beck. “Feed her. She missed dinner.” He chuckles. “But don’t let her wear clothes. She needs to spend some time learning how we normally operate around here. We’ve been lax.”
Levi’s body shakes, informing me he finds Julius’s announcement humorous. “That’s an understatement.”
Beck kisses my neck again. “I agree. It’s been two days. Enough tiptoeing around. Time to get down to business.”
I crane my neck to meet his gaze over my shoulder. His eyes are also dancing with mirth. All three of them find this funny. I’m not sure I do. I’m not even sure what they expect of me today, but I suspect it’s going to be far more intense than the past few days.
I should probably balk. I should probably take this experience I’ve had and get out of Seattle before I lose my heart.
It might also be too late.
Chapter 37
Abby
It’s been six weeks since I watched that video. My life is unrecognizable. I haven’t left the house, nor have I worn clothes. Certainly not panties or a bra. The most any of my masters let me wear is a skimpy, see-through negligee.
They share me, and true to their word, they each have a different style. When I’m with Beck, I spend a lot of time with a pink bottom. He comes up with any excuse to use his palm on my butt cheeks. And I like it. Sometimes he lets me come, other times he leaves me hanging.
Levi likes to tie me up and make me beg. Nearly every time we’re alone, he restrains me and then torments me. He calls it edging. It’s maddening. Sometimes he leaves me needing to come for so long it almost hurts.
And then there’s Julius. He thinks he can domesticate me. I’m with him this morning. In fact, he’s sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen, casually leaning back, instructing me how he likes his eggs. Everyone else has already eaten and gone on with their day. Even Meredith is scarce, which is a relief. I still get unnerved when the staff is around while I’m naked.
I’m currently naked too. Shocker. It’s hard to concentrate on my task with my body exposed in the middle of the bright kitchen. I know no one can see in the wall of windows, but their existence also makes me shudder. I often see the gardeners outside working and hesitate. That hesitation costs me severely when I’m with Beck. He watches me like a hawk to make sure I don’t break any of his rules.
But I’m with Julius right now.
“Don’t get so close to the pan, baby,” he dictates. “The bacon grease is going to splatter on your skin.”
“Maybe I should put on an apron,” I respond, glancing at him.
He narrows his gaze.
“Sorry, Sir.” I know better than to try to manipulate any of them.
“Are you suggesting I don’t know how to properly dominate you?”
“No, Sir.” I lower my gaze.
“You have the flame up too high. The bacon will burn. Turn it down and flip the pieces.”
I hate cooking. That’s why I never learned. My own cook, Geraldine, would laugh for an hour if I told her I was doing this. Without the naked part of course. She’s been trying to teach me at least the basics for two decades.
Julius doesn’t accept no as a response to anything though. None of my masters do. The best I can hope for is that he finds my cooking so awful that he eventually gives up and stops trying to domesticate me.
Sure enough, the bacon is burning on the edges, but the centers are not cooked. It’s a mess. I flip it over, but it curls up disagreeably in the pan. It looks nothing like any bacon I’ve ever been served, and I suddenly appreciate both Meredith and Geraldine, the cooks who have kept me from starving all my life.
Julius says nothing. I can feel him staring at my back, as usual. After I fiddle with the slices for a few minutes, he speaks. “Take the bacon out and put it on the paper towels, Abby.”
I carefully remove the slices with the spatula, grateful that I don’t burn myself in the process.
“Now the eggs,” he continues. “Crack them gently on the side of the pan and then release them into the hot oil.”
I take a deep breath. I’ve done this before. Two days ago. It didn’t go well then, and I suspect I’m going to get similar results this time. I pick up an egg, angle it against the edge of the pan, and hit it, not quite hard enough. I do it again with more force, and the break is too much. I jerk it over the hot oil and let it fall into the pan. At least I only lost part of it to the stove top, and no shells fall in this time.
After cracking several more eggs into the pan with varying degrees of success, I release a long breath.
“You think you can flip them without breaking the yolks?” Julius teases.
“No, Sir,” I mumble. I don’t think I could do that if I practiced for the entire day and used all the eggs in the house.
He chuckles, his voice far closer to me than the distance he was sitting at. Suddenly, his hands are on my shoulders. They smooth down my arms and then up my belly to cup my breasts. He pulls me back into him. His lips land on my ear. “You have no idea how sexy you are.”
He’s right. There’s nothing about this current situation that shouts sexy.
His fingers thrum over my nipples, making me arch into his touch, the eggs forgotten. He releases my breasts, slides one arm under the heavy globes to anchor me to his chest, and then reaches for the spatula. With practiced ease, he flips every egg perfectly.
“I smell burnt bacon.” The voice behind us is Beck’s.
I cringe, knowing that although my errors have occurred on Julius’s watch, Beck will be the one to punish me.
Julius kisses my neck. “She’s a hot mess in the kitchen. Mouthy too. But I still love watching her cook.”
“Mouthy, huh?” Beck leans against the counter near us, his gaze on me.
“Mm-hm,” Julius informs him, betraying me, as usual. “Thinks she knows better than me about what she should be wearing, and she thinks I can’t hear her when she grumbles about her tasks.”
My pussy clenches. Their banter and the possible punishments that will ensue make me horny instead of scared. I’m used to the way they speak about me as if I’m not in the room. I like it. It puts me in my place. After six weeks of this, I can see that I am indeed submissive. There’s no doubt.
Another voice comes from the entrance to the kitchen. “You’re trying to teach Abby how to cook again?” Levi. Great. Now all three of them are here to gang up on me.
I’ve gotten used to their individual styles. I can even submit to them each in their own way. But when they all three gang up on me, I have a tendency to become overwhelmed. Not in a bad way necessarily, but it happens.
I’ve had sex with all of them, but not at the same time. Sometimes they watch. It’s clear they all like to watch me get off. But so far they haven’t pushed me to have sex with all of them at once. I know this is coming. And when I glance at Beck and find him meeting Julius’s gaze over my head, I suspect their silent communication involves me getting laid in unimaginable ways.
It’s not a stretch. We
ll, it literally is a stretch, to my body at least. They warned me yesterday that the clock was ticking. They’ve been preparing me for weeks.
Julius carefully removes the eggs from the pan and puts them on plates. “I can’t decide if she truly is that bad in the kitchen, or if she sabotages her jobs because she likes to be disciplined.”
“We could easily find out,” Beck states, rubbing his chin, his brow furrowed with a plan I don’t like already.
Levi chuckles. “I’d be happy to help.”
Julius squeezes me and then turns me around and points toward the table. “Sit. I’ll bring the plates.”
I scramble toward my chair, grateful to get away from the stove. I know I’m a bad cook. Maybe I could be better if I wanted to, or if I cared at all about cooking. But I don’t. And I sure don’t want anyone to think I’m improving and up the ante, perhaps thinking I should switch to lasagna or something equally difficult. On the other hand, the plotting between my masters is unnerving.
“What do you have in mind?” Julius asks as he sets a plate in front of me. It has two fried eggs, one side slightly burnt, and two strips of bacon that look nothing like they should. Edible, but not ideal.
I pick up my orange juice and take a sip, waiting on Levi and Beck to respond with whatever they’ve plotted, either silently on the spot or perhaps behind my back before entering the room.
There’s a tight knot in my belly, born of arousal. I’ve gotten used to having them stare at my naked body. Their gazes are heated. It never fails to boost my self-confidence. I may be a newbie as a submissive, and I frequently need correcting, but no matter what, they think I’m sexy.
“A few hours of edging should do the trick,” Levi suggests as he takes a seat across from me. Only Julius and I are eating, but apparently the other two are going to stay and watch.
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