Pulling his head back slightly, Jay nuzzled his nose against Charlie’s forehead smearing the remnants of the make-up Harold Borland had placed there around the edges of the prosthetic. “It looked so goddamn real! Too goddamn real!”
Curling his fingers beneath Charlie’s chin, he lifted her face to his and looked into her warm brown eyes. Except the usual warmth was no longer there. It had drained out of her, along with the twinkle of humor he loved so much. Her face was a pale, pasty gray, her eyes dull and lackluster. And even though he couldn’t see them for the water splashing down on her, he was pretty sure a steady stream of tears was rolling down her cheeks. Her entire body was shaking, but she wasn’t sobbing. She was just…leaking. And shivering, so hard her teeth were chattering. And trying valiantly to suppress the tiny whimpers that continually tore from her throat.
Jesus. “Don’t cry, baby,” Jay murmured. “Please don’t cry. Every tear you cry is like a knife stabbin’ my heart.” Gently, Jay pushed the wet strands of her hair back off her face. “I can’t imagine how traumatizing that must have been for you. I am so proud of you for being so brave. And Daddy’s proud of you too. That took so much courage. But it’s okay, my darling, darling girl.” His fingers left her chin to palm the side of her head. “Everything’s going to be okay. Because we’re here, and we will never let anything happen to you. Ever. So right now just let go of everything—your fears, your sadness, your uncertainty, all the things that have stolen the joy from your eyes—and let us look after you. Trust us to give you everything you need. Okay?”
Fresh tears squeezed out of her eyes. She sniffled and moved her head slightly.
“Good girl,” he said, dipping his head to give her a tender kiss. “That’s my very good girl.” He glanced at Nik over the top of her head. The expression on the big Russian’s face was indecipherable. “What?”
“Just thinking all of a sudden that I’m not the only Daddy Dom in this relationship.”
Jay just smiled and turned his attention back to Charlie “Can you stand on your own, sweet thing?”
She nodded again.
Jay stepped back from her, leaving only Nik’s arms around her to keep her steady. Nik loosened them, but kept them around her, ready to catch her should she fall. When she showed them that she could, indeed, stand on her own, Nik released her as well. Jay grabbed a pink pouf, squirted it with her favorite body wash and began gently soaping her front, from her face down to her feet.
In the meantime, Nik lathered up her hair, gently massaging her scalp with his long, lean fingers, rinsing and repeating until he was certain all of the sticky syrup had been washed away. Then he turned her around and took her into his arms.
“Put your arms around me, little one,” he said, holding her tenderly while Jay washed her back, ass and legs with the soft pouf. Both men kept up a steady litany of soft words—words of comfort, words of praise, words of assurance and affirmation. Words of encouragement that gave her permission to sob uncontrollably as they washed over her like a soothing balm.
She was still sobbing when they rinsed her off, lifted her out, and patted her dry. While Jay grabbed her favorite lotion, Nik swept her up in his arms and carried her out into the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed. Still talking softly to her, they massaged the lotion into her skin from her head to her toes. They climbed into bed and lay down, Nik in front of her and Jay behind her. But when Nik reached out to hold her, she rose up and threw her arms around his neck, burying her face against it and squeezing so hard, he had trouble breathing.
“What is it, myshka,” he asked, putting his arms around her and pulling her body against him. “What do you want? Just tell your Daddy and I’ll get it for you, I promise.”
I want you to love me.
She sucked in her breath. Oh, my God! Where did that thought come from?
When she didn’t answer, Jay put his arms around her from behind and she sighed, letting the warmth of their bodies soak into her shivering form, just their physical presence keeping her from drowning in the black tide of despair threatening to swamp her.
Loosening her hold, she arched her head back, but only far enough to be able to look into Nik’s eyes. They were like liquid chocolate, glistening in the moonlight streaming through the windows, the only light in the room.
“Tell us what you want, baby,” Jay said against the back of her neck, his breath tickling her skin.
“I want you to make love to me,” she said in a voice tight with need. “Both of you. First Jay and then you.”
Jay sighed. His arm around her tightened as his hand slid up her rib cage and closed around her breast.
Nik frowned. He lifted his hand to brush his knuckles across her cheek. “Are you sure, malinkaya?”
“Yes. I’m sure. I need you inside me. I need to feel alive. I need to feel—”She broke off, biting her lip. She’d very nearly said she needed to feel loved, but, thankfully, had caught herself in time. She just looked at Nik, her eyes flickering with passion and desire.
Nik opened his hand and palmed the side of her face. With a sigh, she turned her face into it and closed her eyes, letting out a tiny whimper as Jay pinched her nipple between his first two fingers.
“We want nothing more than to make love to you, little one,” Nik said, his voice so hoarse it sounded…shredded.
They rolled her onto her back and two heads descended. Two mouths closed around her nipples already hard and throbbing. Her hips arched up off the bed at the incredible pleasure streaking through her. But two hands pushed them back down to the mattress as fingers sought her swollen pink folds, dancing through the slippery moisture there, darting in and out of her vagina, and lubricating themselves with her hot cream. Sliding down her crease to rim her ass hole, pressing against that tight little pucker, sinking inside up to their first knuckle. First Jay’s, then Nik’s, then both together, making her gasp and squirm. They pleasured her with their hands, their fingers, mouths, lips, tongues, and teeth. Stroking, caressing, licking, sucking, nibbling. Talking to her the entire time, telling her she was beautiful, desired, cherished, and adored.
Then Jay rose over her, staring down at her, his gaze dark with loving intent. “Are you ready, Babygirl?” His voice rasped against every nerve ending, making her tingle all over. “Are you ready for my cock?”
Her breath hitched. “Yes, Jay, I’m ready. I want your cock inside me. Fucking me. Please…”
Placing his hands beneath her knees, he lifted her legs higher, higher, until her knees were touching the pillow on either side of her head, exposing her entire slit, from her clit at the top to her puckered little asshole at the bottom. “Grab hold of me, baby, and guide me in.”
She reached between her legs and grabbed hold of his cock, wrapping her fist around it, aiming it at her entrance. He flexed his hips and slid into her. Her accompanying gasp of pleasure ended in a grunt as he hilted, his balls slapping against her ass.
“How do you want it, baby?” he asked, his slow retreat through her rippling tissues making the breath shudder from her lungs. “Slow and sweet? Or fast and hard?”
“Fast and hard,” she panted, lifting her hips, seeking his hardness. “And hurry, please. I’m close, God, I’m so close.”
“Fast and hard it is,” he said, pausing on her threshold before slamming back into her, wrenching a cry from her throat.
Her head snapped back, her back arched as Jay fucked her and Nik continued to torment her nipples, suckling one with his wicked mouth, pinching and twisting the other with his wicked fingers. Sliding his other hand down her belly, he insinuated it between their bodies into her slit, unerringly finding her clit. He began circling that super-sensitized bundle of nerves, sending her climbing up, up, up toward an orgasm that, when it finally hit, ripped her apart, driving the air from her lungs in a scream that blistered the paint off the walls.
Body stiff, face a rictus of agony/ecstasy, Jay let out a shout. Grinding his pelvis against her, he released his seed in ho
t bursts, emptying himself inside her as she convulsed and spasmed around him, her rippling muscles milking him of every drop.
As soon as Jay rolled off of her, her legs dropped to the bed, but she bent her knees and spread them even wider as Nik mounted her and settled into the cradle of her thighs, dipping his fingers into the slippery fluids dribbling out of her and slathering them all up and down his cock. Then he notched his cock head against her opening and pushed, stretching her tissues painfully, as they struggled to accommodate his girth.
Jay took over the task of stimulating her breasts, flicking his tongue back and forth across one nipple between suckles, flicking his thumb rapidly across the other.
Arching her back, Charlie sucked air to the bottom of her lungs and held it there, trying to relax as Jay tormented her nipples while Nik’s cock advanced through the rippling walls of her sheath. She could feel them parting, opening up ahead of his entry, clamping tightly around his length, gripping him like a fist. Lifting one of her legs up over his head, he rose up on his knees and began pounding into her sideways. The altered angle of his thrusts scraped the widest part of his crown against her G-spot, stimulated nerve endings that had never been awakened before, sending the breath sawing in and out of her lungs. Every impact of his body against hers made a loud slapping sound, and ripped warbling little cries from her throat.
“Look at me, Charlotte,” he ordered in a voice that sounded like it was being crushed in a blender.
With tremendous effort she opened her eyes halfway, staring up at him. What a magnificent specimen of prime, human male flesh he was! His bronzed skin gleaming with sweat, his muscles bulging and rippling, his corrugated abs flexing with power as he pistoned his hips, plowed into her over and over and over.
“You like that, don’t you, little one?” he asked, the words bursting from his mouth with each slam of his body into hers.
“Yes, Daddy!” It was a shout.
“You like my cock in your cunt, fucking you,”
“Yes, Daddy, yes!”
“Are you ready to come?”
“Oh, God, yes! Please let me come!”
He dropped her leg and dropped down onto his forearms on either side of her head. Gripping her hair, he tilted her head back and stared into her half-lidded eyes, his own dark with lust.
“Then come, malinkaya. Come for your Daddy.”
His mouth closed over hers, swallowing her scream as her body exploded in a second massive orgasm, convulsing around Nik as she had around Jay, the powerful pull of her contracting muscles milking the cum out of him and sending it jetting against the mouth of her womb. He continued pumping for several more moments until finally his cock deflated and he pulled out, spilling the combined juices of the three of them out onto the sheet. With a groan, he released her mouth.
“No,” Charlie whimpered, not yet ready to let him go.
Hair dripping with sweat, Nik grinned down at her and placed a quick kiss on her nose before flopping down beside her, rolling over onto his back and pulling her up and over to lie on top of him, He gestured to Jay, who snuggled up against Nik’s side as the big Russian curled his arm around him.
Exhausted, they lay in a heap, limbs tangled, bodies glued together with sweat, panting with exertion as their racing heartbeats gradually returned to normal.
Finally Charlie lifted her head to look down at the devastatingly handsome man lying beneath her. A man who had become dearer to her than she was able to admit. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered.
“Entirely my pleasure, myshka.”
Turning her head, she caught Jay grinning up at her. She grinned back. “Thank you, too.”
“No problem, sweet thing. I love making love to you. You’re so goddamned responsive, it’s not even funny. You just wait here. I’ll be right back.” He bounced out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom, returning quickly with a couple of wet washcloths and a large towel. He cleaned both Nik and Charlie with the cloths, then handed the towel to Nik, so he could dry the sweat off of his and Charlie’s bodies. He scrubbed a bit at the wet spot on the sheets, then gave it up, saying, “Never mind. We’ll just change these in the morning.” Handing the towel to Jay, he lay on his back and held his arms out to them. “Come, my darlings. Let us sleep.”
They curled up together, with Nik in the middle, his arms around both Jay and Charlie, their heads resting on his biceps, their hands clasped on top of his broad chest.
Charlie woke several times during the night, restless and fearful. And each time they made love to her, slow and sweet, hard and fast, and everything in between, finally falling into a deep sleep just before dawn.
* * * *
“Good news, boys and girls.”
All three of them looked up as Lucas McKay entered his office, looking dapper and very physician-like in his white lab coat, stethoscope draped around his neck. He had just finished examining Charlie and had sent her in to join her men. “Charlie, your cuts have all healed. Most of the scars will fade in time, but some of the deeper ones on your breasts and your buttocks might require plastic surgery. Your bite mark is nearly healed.”
“Why is that one taking so much longer than all the others?” Charlie asked.
“Because the human mouth is full of germs. That’s why it was so badly infected. But you have definitely turned the corner and it shouldn’t give you any more problems. As for your anal fissures, they have healed nicely. You can discontinue use of the nitroglycerine cream.”
“We used the last of it this morning,” Nik informed him.
“Good. You don’t need to get it refilled.”
“Can we start using plugs?” Nik asked.
“Go slow,” Luc cautioned. “We don’t want a recurrence of the fissures.”
Nik turned his head to look directly at her. “We’ll treat her like she’s the most precious thing in our lives,” he said, his voice low and throbbing with some unnamed emotion.
“But only because she is,” Jay added softly, reaching out and grabbing one of the hands she was twisting in her lap.
Lucas just smiled. “And, of course I don’t have to tell you to use plenty of lube and stretch her gradually, over time.”
Charlie looked up at him. “Will it hurt?”
Lucas inclined his head. “It might, just a little, but only for a moment. And it will feel so good afterward,” he assured her. “I promise.”
How can pain be good, she wondered, but didn’t ask.
Since the Grand Jury hearing had been set for Friday, they had moved Charlie’s appointment with Luc to Thursday. They spent the rest of the morning strolling up and down Passion Lake’s five-block business district, going into whatever stores grabbed Charlie’s attention. After lunch at Katie’s barbecue, they went back to the Lodge to get ready for their appointment with Dr. Art Portman.
Nik had called him the previous night after Charlie had woken up screaming from a particularly disturbing nightmare. She’d been having them off and on since the night they’d found her and brought her home with them. But they had become more frequent and more vicious since the session with Alex. The psychiatrist had agreed to come to Passion Lake and talk to Charlie. Nik had suggested coming for a long week-end and staying at the Lodge. That way he could be there if she needed to talk to him when they got back from testifying before the Grand Jury. And he could be in the audience for Charlie’s singing debut with the band on Saturday night. He might even get in a little fishing.
Art Portman was a handsome, very distinguished-looking older man, late fifties, possibly early sixties, but still trim and fit with an almost regal bearing that made even the humble jeans and polo shirt he was wearing seem sophisticated. Charlie could just imagine him in a suit. He would have been devastating. His hair, mustache, and neat little goatee were a perfect silver gray, as were his eyes. When he smiled his eyes crinkled at the corners, making him completely approachable.
After exchanging greetings and other pleasantries, Nik directed their guest to
the leather armchair. He and Jay sat side-by-side on the couch, while Charlie served coffee and some delicious finger sandwiches Nik had ordered that morning from Granny Grace’s Tea Shoppe. Then she took her place between them on the couch. For a while they just chatted about their backgrounds, some of their experiences, mostly inconsequential things, discovering in the process that they liked a lot of the same things and had a lot in common.
Art Portman was really easy to talk to and that’s why, after he sent Nik and Jay upstairs, Charlie found herself telling him all of the horrible things Perry had done to her, how helpless she’d felt. How stupid she now felt for letting herself be so easily beguiled by his good looks and elegant manners.
“You blame yourself,” Dr. Portman said.
Charlie nodded.
“And how is that workin’ for you?”
She shrugged. “It’s not.”
“Would it help you to know that you did something most women in the same situation would never have done?”
“But, that’s just it!” she wailed. “I didn’t do anything!”
“You did,” he insisted, leaning forward in the chair and resting his elbows on his knees, hands dangling between his legs. “You survived. And, more importantly, you escaped. Do you realize how incredibly strong that makes you?”
She shook her head. She certainly didn’t feel strong.
“He had you for three weeks. Most women by the end of that time would have been broken, both in body and spirit. You’re not broken.” He smiled, that eye-crinkling smile she found so attractive. “Maybe a little dented, but definitely not broken. Through it all you kept a firm grip on your essential self. And the very first chance you got, you formed a cogent, workable plan, and you extricated yourself from the situation with all due haste. That shows incredible presence of mind.
“What happened to you was not your fault,” he reassured her. “Perry Bradford is a sexual predator. That makes you and other women like you, in a word, prey. And you were perfect prey. Single, living alone, no family or close friends, low-paying job. He studied you. He stalked you like a lion stalks a gazelle. He singled you out. He separated you from the herd. And when the moment was right, he struck. And, like the gazelle, you never saw it coming. He targeted you. You did nothing wrong.”
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