Sabrina was being split in two below while she stared down the barrel of a loaded gun, which in this case, was a penis that appeared ready to blow.
William fisted the base and gave it short, fast pumps, aiming it at her and leaving no room to doubt what he wanted her to do with it.
Sabrina had only sucked a cock once in her life, back in high school when her then boyfriend had insisted that it would be “fun” and to “just try it.” When he’d come in her mouth unexpectedly, she’d barfed all over his lap, the unexpected taste of bleach and the warm texture of egg whites triggering a gag reflex that left them both humiliated and disgusted. He never asked her to blow him again, and they’d broken up a month later.
Still, Sabrina didn’t want to disappoint. Not William. Not any of them. And this time she kind of…wanted to do it. It was strange, considering her brief history and experience, but as she stared at his one-eyed monster—and it definitely was a monster—Sabrina’s mouth watered. She wanted to taste him, to feel him gliding against her tongue. So she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, taking an experimental lick of the tip. The bead of pre-cum that coated it was slick and flavorless, and somehow enticing. She licked again, flattening her tongue over the head, and then again, until she elicited that delightful groan from him, and then she went all in, taking his length and girth between her lips and sucking for all she was worth.
It was such a surreal experience, being tended to from all directions. Conner embedded inside her body, his mouth on her breasts, sucking her nipples, while she sucked on William, and Oliver drove into her with abandon. Never in her life would she have imagined engaging with anyone like this, let alone three men at once, yet Sabrina felt strangely fulfilled, satisfied, as if this was exactly what she’d been missing her whole life.
Dominated yet worshiped.
They came as one, Conner moaning beneath her, his face buried between her breasts, Oliver behind her, his fingers gouging into her ass, and William down her throat, his hands buried in her hair to hold her in place until he unloaded every delicious drop.
And Sabrina? She’d never come so hard in her life, and never at the hands of anyone but herself, and all she could think was William was lucky she didn’t bite his dick off in the process, because she was shattered.
Untangling themselves, they each dropped down onto their respective parts of the bed and lay panting from exertion, their bodies covered in a sheen of perspiration and bodily fluids. Sabrina felt well-used and exhausted, as if she’d run a marathon.
“We should do that again sometime,” William panted, and they all puffed out a labored laugh.
“I think I’m out of commission.” Sabrina could already feel the aches setting in, and she knew come morning, it was going to be difficult, if not impossible, to walk. But wow, she was looking forward to it.
Conner turned his head toward her and expended his last reserves of energy to lean down and peck a kiss to her forehead. “Rest, sweets. We’ve got plenty of time to play together.”
And then they were all lost to sleep, Sabrina wearing a wide smile that was sure to stay rooted in place for days to come.
Chapter Fourteen
The weekend moved slowly. Or rather, Sabrina did. She was most definitely sore in all the right places, each step she took around her apartment reminding her of what she’d done and with whom on Friday night.
She should be ashamed of herself. That’s what “normal” society would say, at least. That she was being a whore, having sex with three men. Three men who were brothers. Three men who were her business partners. She was playing a dangerous game, they would also say. That she was playing with fire and bound to get burned. That she was stupid for even considering mixing business with pleasure because it never worked out well.
They were probably right. Maybe she was a floozy, someone with low morals and questionable values, someone who deserved to get what was coming to her because she was making bad decisions based on her libido.
But Sabrina didn’t feel that way. In her gut, she didn’t feel like she was making a mistake. In fact, it felt right…natural somehow. As if they had engaged in the most normal activity together. The guys certainly didn’t shy away from it, and in turn, they made her feel comfortable for it too.
Did that mean she would shout it to the world? Hell, no. She wasn’t that stupid. She knew what the world would think, what they would say. The whispers would plague the office, whirl like a tornado through her social circles, and when it inevitably reached her parents, she would face a wrath unlike any she’d ever known.
She had taken a huge risk doing what she did, but Sabrina wasn’t exactly sorry for it. No, she was looking forward to the next time and finding out what other positions they could get caught up in, what heights they could take her to. Experiencing what she had, she wasn’t eager or inclined to give it up when she’d only just begun. Hell, she was considering tearing up that stupid contract, now that she’d jumped into the deep end.
As Sunday morning crept along into evening, she exhausted her options to keep busy, cleaning the apartment from top to bottom, which hardly took any time at all, since she was single and generally tidy in the first place. The only “mess” that was created was in the form of Binx’s fur and bits of stray litter from his box, but even that wasn’t enough to warrant calling anything truly messy. But she managed to get a few things in order that needed it, and all in an effort to chase away the sudden and inexplicable loneliness that had dogged her from the moment Conner, William, and Oliver left the previous morning.
Conner had a business thing to tend to, which was understandable, but the other two didn’t cite anything pressing going on, and it left her wondering more than she should what they were up to if they weren’t with her. Did they have other women on the side?
She immediately shook that thought away. It was just insecurity speaking, and Sabrina didn’t want to be that woman. The one who ruined a chance at something good because she was too caught up in what-ifs to enjoy and appreciate what was right in front of her. The best policy, she felt, was to always approach a situation and especially a new relationship with a clean slate. Bringing old baggage just tainted what could turn out to be something great, like shooting yourself in the foot right before a big race. It was senseless and counterintuitive.
But what Sabrina really didn’t like was the person she was turning into in such a short amount of time. She didn’t want to be that desperate, needy person. Not when she’d spent the majority of her adult life being the total opposite. So she brushed away any pressing concerns and baseless worries and asked herself what it was she did to occupy her time before the Hargreaves came barreling into her life.
The answer was mundane but had always proved satisfying. She strode to the bookshelf that framed in the fireplace and selected a copy of Pride and Prejudice that her mother had gifted her when she turned sixteen, a third edition, not quite mint, but close enough. After her first read of it, she’d cherished the piece of history, but no matter how careful she was with the tome, there was no denying that the years had begun taking their toll. Her love for the book was such that she used to read it several times a year. Now she restricted herself to once a year, often cycling out her reading materials in favor of new releases of romance or other older novels that still held up against the test of time, like My Cousin Rachel, another personal favorite.
Today, she was content with revisiting her old friend, and she did so with a plate of cheese and crackers and a cup of hot tea, sweetened with just a touch of honey and a splash of milk. Curling up on an old, overstuffed chair that sat perched in front of the tall bank of windows overlooking the cityscape, she drew the hunter-green, fringed throw blanket she kept draped across the back over her lap and settled in for an evening of polite romance and colorful language that tantalized her senses almost as good as the sex she missed.
Before she knew it, Sabrina was halfway through the book and it was nearly midnight.
“Dam
n,” she hissed to herself, and with a resigned sigh, she stuffed the well-worn bookmark she always kept handy into the crease of the pages and closed the book.
If only she didn’t have to work in the morning. She’d much rather laze around all night reading than prepare for the drudgery of the office in a few short hours. But she already knew from experience that if she called off or just didn’t show, the Hargreaves would undoubtedly show up on her doorstep demanding answers. Despite the likelihood that they would probably now fall into bed together for a repeat performance that she more than welcomed, Sabrina succumbed to the responsible side of herself that knew she needed to get some rest so she could get up in the morning. After all, money didn’t grow on trees, and she had to make plenty of it to pay the bills she’d accumulated over the years.
Adulthood sucked sometimes.
***
No amount of coffee could chase away the sleepy feeling Sabrina had weighing her down. It was a like a fogbank clouding her senses, making everything she did a chore. She couldn’t think clearly and she was slow to react on everything. The caffeine boost simply wasn’t working.
“Can I get you an espresso?” Shawna offered when she spotted Sabrina dragging ass in the break room, while doctoring yet another cup of so-far-useless coffee.
It took Sabrina entirely too long to form a coherent response, and even then, it amounted to, “Hmm? Oh, uh…uh-uh.” She held up her mug and formed a half-hearted smile, as if to communicate that she was good with what she had and not to worry about a thing.
But Shawna was right to worry. Sabrina had a full workload today, but thankfully it was mostly paperwork she’d been neglecting for the last couple of weeks and she would be in her office most of the day, not interacting with humankind, and therefore, not making a giant ass of herself.
Small blessings, for sure. She wasn’t fit for human company today. And speaking of humans. Sabrina hadn’t seen hide nor hair of the Hargreaves yet today. To her credit, she hadn’t truly been looking for them. Aside from the swiveling looks around the main office anytime she left her desk for a brief break, which was often. She couldn’t seem to sit still, couldn’t hold onto one train of thought for too long either.
The only steady thought she did have was about them, and the more time passed that she didn’t see them, the less she thought of them. It occurred to her that the reason she was so hung up on them when she’d never been about anyone before was because they meant more to her than other men had, but she didn’t want to put the cart before the horse. She needed to focus if she expected to get anything worthwhile done, and she couldn’t afford to let any of it slide another day. There were cases that had to be addressed and filed so they could be put to bed or get processes going so they could be further dealt with and increase their revenue and expand their business model. After all, she was the CEO and a business didn’t run itself. Sabrina had her hands full. She couldn’t afford distractions. So if the Hargreaves managed to make it in today, she wasn’t going to pay them more than a passing mind. If they didn’t show up, which they damn well better if they expected to continue getting paid their ridiculous and extravagant salary, then she didn’t care then either. It was their livelihood they were jeopardizing, not hers.
Yes, Sabrina had better things to do than revisit Friday night repeatedly. She certainly wasn’t staring into space thinking about how their hands felt on her body or the way they felt inside of her or the way William tasted on her tongue or how satisfied she still felt all these days later. And she sure as hell wasn’t getting turned on either.
Sabrina was a master of self-control, like her father, and she wasn’t beholden to idle fantasies when there were more pressing matters to be concerned with. She was stronger than that.
Who was she kidding? Sabrina had caught herself staring at the same diamond patterned wallpaper numerous times already this morning, and every time she did, she had to get up and pour herself a fresh cup of coffee because the one she had, had mysteriously gone cold.
Hours had been lost already. It was disgraceful. Why was she allowing one encounter with three hot men to distract her this way? She needed to get on track and get focused and get shit done. This kind of weakness was unacceptable. She hadn’t worked this hard or this long at being the best at what she did to be taken down by her libido.
Clearing her throat, Sabrina shook her head, whipping her long hair from side to side, and leaned her head left to right until she heard and felt the cracking that released pent-up pressure, and then she folded her fingers together and pressed them outward until they did the same. Then, feeling refreshed, she turned her attention back to the computer screen in front of her and the spreadsheet that contained all the facts and figures concerning the Hargreaves’ merged business holdings that now belonged to her family’s business. For the next few hours, she bounced between that and additional interested investors, proposals, and writing up letters to their constituents, as well as the board of current investors that would keep them in the loop on where they stood, their gains and losses, and a projection of the future.
It was a lot of high-brow talk that always made her feel like a stick-in-the-mud and a hoity-toity rich bitch. It was, in effect, a kind of split personality, and one that she didn’t connect with on any level. But it was necessary. If she didn’t play the tough, cold, and rigid role, no one would take her seriously, and even though she was easily one of the most hated people in the business circuit, the persona she adopted was respected. It got things done, and it let people know not to cross her.
While it might not be who she really was behind the scenes, Sabrina was confident that she could take on and take down anything and anyone if needed. It was just exhausting sometimes. She’d love to just be herself, let her hair down, so to speak, and deal with people on a personal and more human level. But she had to be cutthroat to get the job done, so that’s exactly what she was.
It made her father proud, even if he wasn’t one hundred percent sold on her ability to do so, but maybe that was because he was her father, and he knew who she really was behind the scenes. He knew that softness she carried, so he was always waiting for the shoe to drop, and with it, his business.
It was that shred of doubt in her that made Sabrina push so hard to prove herself, to him and to everyone.
“Sorry to interrupt. Do you need anything?”
Sabrina stopped typing, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, and she blinked up at the door where Conner stood, watching her with a mix of expectation and concern. Why the concern?
“I’m sorry, what?” She’d heard him speak, but she had no idea what he’d said, she was so absorbed in her work.
He stepped farther into the room, continuing to hold the door handle as if he didn’t plan on staying long. “You’ve been in here for hours. Do you want to take a break? Or maybe have some lunch brought up? When was the last time you left this room?”
Sabrina frowned, trying to process all of his questions. How long had she been sitting there, zoned out on her work to the point the rest of the world faded away? The clock read 2:00 PM. The last time she recalled looking at it, it had been 9:00 AM, and she had already been attempting to plug away for the better half of three hours. Her eyes bore the feel of strain from staring at the screen for so long, that dry, sticky feeling suddenly uncomfortable.
Opening the desk drawer to her right, she fished around for the tiny bottle of eye drops she kept there, and when she found them, she leaned back and dropped a few splashes of solution into her eyes.
While she blinked the fluid around, she considered Conner’s other question. Was she hungry? Now that she thought about it, her stomach was pretty empty, and as if to shout her neglect at her, it growled back, providing them both with an answer.
Conner didn’t appear happy with his assessment of her, and he pressed his lips together briefly before saying, “I’ll have Shawna order something.” He pointed at her as he backed out of the room. “You need to take a break. I’ll b
e back to check on you soon.”
Sabrina only stared after him as he closed the door. What was there to say? She wasn’t unused to personal neglect. When she got into the zone, it was the only thing that mattered, and even though she knew it wasn’t good or healthy to do, she accomplished so much in those moments that she couldn’t complain. Sometimes, things just needed to get done, and everything else took a back seat. If it was an everyday thing, she might agree with his concern and may even be inclined to improve on it, but it just didn’t seem like that big of a deal.
Her lack of caring was dispelled when, a short time later, all three of her guys showed up at her office door with a boon of sandwiches and treats and drinks. Mouth watering, she chose to ignore the looks on their faces that said there would be a talk coming in favor of chowing down on all that delicious fare.
Chapter Fifteen
“You have to take better care of yourself.”
“It’s entirely unacceptable that you just ‘forget’ to eat.”
“Did you sleep enough last night?”
The criticism came one after another, and while Sabrina understood that it all came from a loving place, she wasn’t hearing it.
“Look, guys, I’m glad that you care enough to be concerned, but once again, I’m an adult. Believe it or not, I got here all by myself, manage to get dressed every day and eat food and get from point A to B without anyone holding my hand. And I think since I’m still alive and breathing, I’m doing a decent job of it. I don’t need any more fathers in my life.” She couldn’t believe she was having this discussion again. It was just like when they showed up at her home scolding her for not calling into work.
And she was having none of it.
Apparently, neither was Conner. “Shawna said you came in like a zombie and have been plugging away in here for hours. Even she’s concerned about you. It seems like someone has to be, since you’re clearly not.”
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