by Dark Angel
I reach my hand out for Caroline’s, holding it as though we are sisters in sin. Both of us at the same time repeat what we want. Tonight is not rehearsed or planned. We both know that we’re made for this life.
“Cum all over us!”
Our two voices beg for the seed of our men, and without stopping, one by one, they shoot streams of hot semen all over our bodies—faces, tits, asses, all covered with a shower of their offerings.
Again, I wish I was that fly on the wall watching this all. It was one hell of a show. Nineteen fully consenting adults expressing nothing but love for each other. I know that it’s true.
I do love them all.
Chapter 39
Eve
Scarlet is no more. We are now known as Eden. We wanted a new name to represent who and what we are.
Business is thriving—like I knew it would. We’re setting records nightly for attendance and bookings. I can’t believe how far I’ve come in such a short few months. I don’t think anyone is prepared for the talent that this place has. I know that when I gave updates to my mother, she was astonished.
Her last voicemail still has me walking in the clouds.
“Evelynn, it’s Mom. I know you’re busy, but I want to let you know that we’re so proud of you. Call me when you can. Love you.”
My mother is not one to speak that way. She has always been a strong force, but her tone and words tell me that getting away from the business has been good for her.
I stand above the crowds in the viewing loft, watching women flirt with all the men. I’m not jealous. I have no reason to be. I’m not a child anymore.
I know that the bed they get into at night is mine. Well, on the nights that we’re together.
It’s been quite hectic, but one thing stands strong: we are all one family here.
I stare down at the paper in my hand. It’s a list that was left on my desk. At the top it says, ‘One from each of us.’
1. You are our Submissive,
2. We are the Dominants, and are dedicated to you as such.
3. It is our duty and privilege to adorn you. You will display our gifts and only our gifts.
4. You will uphold our name, together with us, to the best of our shared ability.
5. You will provide the best show possible to any and all onlookers.
6. Operate in honor of our shared heritage.
7. You will not take on additional partners.
8. We will be dedicated to only you.
9. You will deliver orders within your lane, and obey orders from ours.
10. We will absolutely fuck the boss.
I smirk to myself. Cheeky guys, aren’t they?
Arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me from my thoughts. It’s Brandon. His chin resting on my shoulder, the slight stubble gives me chills over my entire body.
“You are one hell of a woman, Eve. In case you didn’t know, we’re all proud of you. I hope you know that.”
His words are sweet, but they have so much meaning to me. I can’t imagine a life other than the one I have right now. I want them all to know how much I appreciate this journey we’ve all been on together.
“Would you like to join us tonight on-stage? Drex and I have a request to put on a display around 9 o’clock. Think you can wear that sexy black leather outfit?”
How can I resist that? They have done so much for me. More than the public sees.
They are also now the newest enforcers on Caroline’s team, and have given up some of their time to take defense classes. I demanded that. I would never forgive myself if they got hurt because of me.
A kiss on my temple and he’s gone to get ready. Looks like I need to go as well.
“Ladies, we have a special guest joining us on stage tonight. Sit back, order another drink, and watch how our Queen Eve takes on her men.”
Drex has that kind of voice that draws you in every time. I have overheard many times women asking him to call their cell phones and leave a sexy voicemail for them to fantasize at night. I always laugh about that.
I walk on stage dressed in a leather corset, five-inch heels, and my hair pulled back in a severe bun. Standing in the middle, I look as though I could crack a whip and bring them all to their knees, but that won’t be happening. I want these women to pay, so— I’m the one who the beasts will tame.
“Ladies, look at our Queen. Does she look like she could be collared?” Drex again addresses the crowd.
“No, hell no!”
“Fuck no. Eve’s a Goddess!”
The crowd screams out when he asked.
Little do they know, I can be tamed—but only by these ten men.
Brandon walks across the stage dressed in nothing but a pair of tight leather shorts. He stops in front of me, the look on his face cocky. I swear Brandon’s fucking me with his eyes. I can barely stand when he does that.
“Eve, get on your knees for me!” Brandon growls.
I have forgotten about the crowd at this point. The only person I focus on is the man in front of me. He’s the only one that matters.
Brandon holds his hand out for me. I place the tips of my fingers on his palm and drop down to my knees.
I hear the whispers and ignore them. No one has what I do. I have the life of a Queen.
Brandon places his hand under my chin, smiling as we keep our eyes locked on each other.
“Bow your head, my Queen. It’s time!”
I shiver, my body shaking. I know what Brandon means. I am as excited as a homecoming Queen getting the crown.
My eyes close when the soft leather wraps around my slender neck. I am collared in front of the entire club. I’m proud of this moment—it does not make me weak, or less of a woman. In fact, it makes me stronger than any of them will ever be.
Brandon circles me once the collar is tight, taking a flogger to my backside. My ass is spanked like a disobedient child, but I am far from one. I cry out with each lash across my flesh. I love when this happens. I never in my wildest fantasies thought that I would encourage spankings.
After the show, I’m back to being the head bitch-in-charge. I mingle with patrons, my confidence level at an all-time high. So many of the women ask to touch the collar I left on after the show. Some I allow, and some I deny. I know the power of it.
Once alone, I hold up my glass of sparkling water, smiling. “To Eden. May you never fall to the bite of a destructive apple.”
I know that I have it all—and I will make sure to never take it for granted.
Epilogue
Eve
How things have changed. Only months ago, I walked into Scarlet an innocent girl who feared her own shadow.
Look at me now—a confident woman who building an empire. Every time I pass the mirror, I have to take a second glance. Though my age hasn’t changed, I have.
Scarlet is no more, but Eden is. I love the new name. Who better to run Eden than Eve herself?
The name is kind of catchy, and the clients eat that stuff up. It makes them feel a little dirtier when they visit. Maybe even a little bit taboo.
I arrive at the hospital around 1 p.m., getting directions to the maternity ward. I can’t believe that Caroline finally delivered her little boy. He was a week overdue and had us all betting on how big he would be. My guess is 9 pounds, but some of the others are outrageous.
“Evie! You came!” Caroline seems surprised.
Shaking my head, I laugh a little. “Of course I came. I also brought gifts.”
I sit down the packages of new outfits for the baby, plus a gold charm with a baby boy on it for the loving mother. In the corner of the room is her son, and around him, seven loving fathers who seem to adore him already.
“We’ve named him Justice Aaron. It’s fitting, don’t you think?” Caroline asks.
“I love the name, but I have to ask—how heavy?”
Giggling with anticipation, I’m hoping to win the little pool we put together.
“9 pounds, 12 ounces. He’s a big boy ju
st like his daddies!” Caroline laughs. She seems to be happier than I have ever seen her. And with all those men—I think she’ll have to fight with them just to have a little time with their son.
After spending the afternoon holding him, I return to Eden for the night. We’re closed due to a special party, but none of the men know who’s hosting this event.
I’ve dressed in a red dress that’s fitted especially for me. I’m a little nervous tonight. This party means everything to me right now.
The success of Eden is not just because of me. I have all my men to thank for their hard work. They are not only lovers in the shallow sense of the word—I’m in love with every one of them. As unconventional as that is, I mean it.
I’ve had this party catered with some of their favorite food. Brandon and Drex love Italian, whereas Theo and Robin love Mexican. Me, well I love it all right now. I’m just happy that life has finally settled down for all of us.
Arriving together, all ten men walk in looking a little confused. Usually, this place has a line out the door, and the bar is jumping by this time. Not tonight, though.
I’ve made sure that there is a buffet of food waiting and no extra staff. Not tonight.
“Welcome, men. I’ve arranged a special night for us. Just us. No work.”
I speak with confidence, looking at each of them as I do. It’s so different. I remember the day they all came for interviews. I was a nervous mess, but tonight, I am Eve, the Queen of Eden.
“Wow, we win the lottery?” Brandon asks.
“Yeah, what gives, Eve?” Drex follows his brother with questions.
These boys are so quick to need to know everything. They can’t just enjoy the night without having all the details. I guess that’s my fault. I’ve trained them to make sure they never go into a situation without knowing the details.
“Caroline had her baby. A boy.”
Smiling, I know they’d ask.
“Oh yeah, who won?”
Robin sits up stiff in his chair. They’re all so competitive.
“He was 9 pounds, 12 ounces, so Max, you’re the winner.”
I toss him an envelope with eleven hundred dollars inside. We all chipped in a hundred.
“FUCK YES!” Max grins.
Everyone laughs at this point, but we are genuinely happy for the new family.
“So tonight, it’s a celebration of our new club, our new life right, and our new life on the horizon.” I am beaming at this point. None of the ten men realize until after they take the first drink of their champagne that I mention new life twice.
“Wait. What? Who’s pregnant?” Theo is standing, but all eyes turn to me.
“Eve, you…you’re pregnant?”
The tears run down my face as I turn to the side, rubbing my hand over a small bump. I’ve known for two months now, but with everything going on, I never found the right time to tell them.
“I’m four months along, and to me, all of you are the father of this child.”
Screams, yells, and high fives echo all around the room. They’re happy, and I’m relieved. I was nervous.
One by one, they all hug and kiss me. Each one is taking a moment to rub his hand over my stomach. I swear this baby is taming them already.
Holding up my glass one more time—the only juice at the table, of course—I can’t stop smiling.
“To us. The eleven of us. And to Eden. May this place flourish into the club of the century. And lastly, to our baby. I can’t wait to meet him or her.”
As the night goes on, we all laugh, I cry, and our lives are planned together.
“Wait, if it’s a boy, can we name him Noah?”
“How about Adam?”
Everyone laughs, loving the fact that what started out as a business deal ended up as a twisted fairytale. I have ten Prince Charmings for the rest of my life.
Seven Deadly Sinners
A Reverse Harem Romance
By Dark Angel
Naughty Angel Publishing
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Caroline
Christmas Day isn’t supposed to be like this.
I'm at my father's mansion in Westchester County, about an hour outside of New York City. I hate it here now. It's a cold and brooding place with lots of fireplaces, but not a lot of warmth.
At least not since my father divorced my mom and kicked her out.
Out of the dozens of rooms, I've picked one little guest room at the end that's far removed from my father and his new wife Mary.
I'm curled up in the window seat of my room reading an Alexis Angel book, but I take a reprieve to stare out at the snow gently falling upon the tree-lined driveway and the expansive grounds. It's beautiful here, sure, but there's not a lot of cheer.
"Caroline! Dinner's being served." The shrill voice of my stepmother, Mary, cuts into the peace I’m trying to find. I sigh and give up my little sanctum to go deal with my father and his new wife.
I step into my Louboutins, which match my gauzy white designer dress, and head down for the Christmas Eve feast.
I pull my sweater tightly around my body and attempt to perk up despite sitting down to a table with just my dad and stepmom. He’s an overwhelming bully who kicked my mom to the curb the moment she started to age.
Mary’s the younger model who married my dad for the cash and not much else. She's a gold-digger for sure, and—get this—she’s the exact same age as I am. Gross, right?
"So, Dad, who cooked this nice dinner?" I ask, trying to make conversation, even though I’m sure I’ll regret it.
My father, Edwin, looks up from his plate as though he's just now noticing that I’m here. Nothing new there. "What? Oh, um, the chef, Carl. You remember him, right?"
"No, honey," Mary says. "Carl is new. Caroline's been away at Vassar. She's been relying on college food. But you wouldn't know good food anyway, would you now, Caroline?"
Her remarks are always laced with an underlying insult or criticism. She hates me as much as I hate her, like she thinks I’m a threat or something.
"Well, I grew up with private chefs, you know,” I reply, my voice dripping with insincerity. “But at school, the last thing on my mind is what I eat. I'm just so into my studies."
"Oh, that's great, sweetie." My dad is barely listening as he pours himself more scotch. He turns right back to Mary and gives her a salacious look that makes me nauseous.
Right over Christmas Eve dinner.
Again, gross.
This depresses me. Nothing is the same without my mother here. This is the first Christmas I've ever spent away from her.
I feel like my father’s trying to etch her out of my mind and heart, but it will never happen. He hardly even notices me these days, so I don't understand why it's so important for me to be here for Christmas Eve dinner.
I push the food around on my plate, my appetite gone. I can't wait until I'm twenty-five, and I can get my hands on my trust fund and live the way I want to live. Then I won't have to come here or be under my dad's control ever again.
He’s got me under his thumb by keeping me away from my mom. Being here on such a special night like this makes me miss her more than ever. It’s like part of my soul’s been taken away.
It’s just not Christmas without Mom.
Mary’s serving herself more wine and they’re both getting drunk like usual. I wonder when I can make my escape to my room and get back to my book. It was a hell of a lot more interesting than this farce of a holiday celebration.
I’m silently plotting a way out, but before I can do anything, a pounding, shredding noise slices through the Christmas music piping through the hidden sound syst
em. The sound is coming from the foyer.
Mary and I both scream as we look around. That sound…oh my, God. An axe is chopping through the front door!
Then someone kicks the door in. My breath catches in my throat.
Three hulking beasts of men come striding through, and I sink back into my chair in horror.
Somebody get me outta here!
They must be six foot five, all of them, and made of pure stone. I don’t think I’ve ever seen men that ripped in my life. I shiver in fear at the sight of them and wish more than anything that I wasn’t here.
Why couldn’t I have just spent Christmas with Mom?
Holy shit. These guys are wearing black safety vests and they're carrying huge guns. It's a lot to take in. I find that I’m shaking all over.
What’s going on here? Is this the kind of business my dad’s into? I’m horrified, and I wonder if these are my last moments on earth.
Just the perfect way to end the evening—men invading our house with guns on Christmas Eve.
I feel like I might black out in fear of what’s happening. I clench my hands around the seat and try to be invisible, silently praying for my mom and that she won’t be too devastated when she learns that I’m dead.
Both my father and Mary cower back in their seats.
"What do you want?" my father cries.
The guy who looks like he’s in charge stands there staring us down with a hardened gaze and says, "Oh, Edwin, did you think you could hide from your debts forever?"
I’m staring at the man who’s talking to my dad, and boy, does he looks like a wall of muscle. His face is serious, and I wonder how my dad’s not completely cowering in front of him.
The man’s dark eyes dart towards me and there’s a hint of acknowledgment there. I’m afraid that now that he’s seen me, I’m suddenly a part of this.
"Um, Dad, what is going on?" My voice trembles.
These men are so intimidating. They look like criminal warlords, from an entirely different reality than my own. I feel like they could even be the mafia or something equally sinister.