by Cara Adams
Sure enough, the peapods had to be taken outside and put in a compost bin, the trash taken to the dumpster, the cooking pots and utensils washed, and then the kitchen scrubbed down. Theron had barely finished drying the last knife when he was raced over to the hall, handed a pair of rubber gloves, and told to wash the highest mountain of dirty dishes he’d ever seen.
“When you look for sponsors, you need to find a company that makes dishwashing machines,” he said to Maia.
“But we have dishwashers. They’re called volunteers,” she laughed back at him.
Nevertheless he was serious. This was a one-time thing for him, but they did this six days a week. A dishwasher didn’t just make good sense. It was essential.
Chase was assigned to help Theron, and they hadn’t even finished cleaning up the preparation mess when the meal was served and used plates and cutlery started to pile up beside him. Fucking hell. I won’t have any energy left to talk to Maia after this. I’ll need a nap. A long nap!
Montague Reed appeared behind him. “We’ll take over now. The ladies have saved a meal for each of you. Go, eat. The food’s great.”
Theron was happy to hand over his rubber gloves. “Thanks. This is hard work.”
Diego grinned at him. “Just be glad you didn’t have to sweep the parking lot. These people really need a leaf blower. It was a hell of a job.”
Theron nodded. It was a large parking lot. Sweeping it would take a while. But it was just another example of where a sponsor could help. Surely someone would donate a leaf blower to the church? He’d talk to his brothers later, but making time for Mrs. Crawford to go in search of sponsors was definitely Propriety Number Two. Priority Number One was a date with Maia.
He and Chase took their plates over to a table of men who’d finished eating but were still sitting talking. He expected to simply sit and eat. The first bite reminded him that he was damn hungry, but he found himself drawn into a conversation about freedom of speech.
Freedom of speech? It would never have occurred to him in a million years that homeless people cared about freedom of speech. He’d have thought their lives would have been revolved completely about the need to access warmth, shelter, and food, yet here they were discussing the cares of the entire world.
The homeless are people, too. Human beings like me. Well, I’m not exactly human, I’m a shape-shifter, but near enough.
Around two o’clock, the last of the homeless people left. Already the Reed brothers had begun cleaning and tidying the hall and promised to return the next day.
“Saturday is a busy day. It’d be better if you came on Saturday because we have to move all the furniture ready for Sunday,” said Zoe.
Theron was still wondering if he could turn that to their advantage when Draven spoke up. “We’ll come on Saturday as well. That’ll be a male shower day again so you’ll be extra busy.”
Theron looked Maia, who was smiling, so he asked, “Perhaps, Maia, we could take you out to dinner on Saturday night, after you’ve had a chance to recover from the morning’s hard work?”
“Where would you like to go, Maia?” asked Chase.
Maia just shook her head. “I don’t go out to dinner much, so you can choose.”
“We’ll pick you up at seven, but we’ll be here early Saturday morning to help with the food preparation anyway,” said Draven.
Theron relaxed. They’d booked a date with Maia. The Reeds had missed out. Once again he’d be able to touch her, to kiss her, hopefully to fuck her. He wondered if she’d let them take her to bed. Perhaps Leah’s wedding day had been just a one-off thing with Maia, but if they could get her into a dungeon and then into a bedroom, life would be perfect. Oh, and if he didn’t have to shell a million bushels of peas first.
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Maia’s breasts felt heavy and achy, and her nipples were tight little buds. Deep in her core, her empty cunt yearned to be filled. When she was wearing panties, the fabric brushing against her pussy lips aroused her. Maia couldn’t understand it. She wasn’t a virgin. She hadn’t been since her only real boyfriend, the one who’d taken her to the prom, had touched her so intimately and aroused her enough that she’d agreed to sex in the backseat of his car. A month or so later, they’d done it on a picnic blanket, and several months after that in his bed while his parents were out at a party. None of the times had been very exciting really, although, in his defense, he’d given her an orgasm each time.
So the sexual yearning wasn’t to do with her first experience of sex. Maia could only assume it was because the orgasm, or orgasms plural—she still wasn’t sure whether she’d had one huge one or several one after the other—had been so good. Whatever. She longed for the men to touch her again. To take her and fuck her like that again, so very comprehensively, so incredibly intensely.
There was no visit to the women’s shelter on Saturday afternoons, so she had plenty of time to shower and get dressed, although she didn’t really know what to wear. She didn’t want to be overdressed, but she didn’t want to look as if she didn’t care either. Finally, she settled on a long denim skirt that all three sisters shared, with a thin woolen sweater in pale blue.
The men were waiting in the kitchen when she came downstairs, and her cunt filled with cream as she looked at them. Her breasts were aching, as they seemed to be almost all the time now, but her nipples hardened almost unbearably as she saw them. Dammit, they looked so nice. All three were wearing khaki cargo pants. Draven had a bright orange shirt on, Chase wore a cream shirt and a lightweight black jacket, and Theron had a brown shirt. All different but all yummy and the colors looked good with their blond hair and dark eyes.
“Be back by midnight,” her father said.
“Have fuuun,” said Zoe.
Maia grinned. That was what her father always said and what she and her sisters always replied.
The three men settled her in the front passenger seat of their car, and she was disappointed not to be in the back where one or more of them might have held her hand. Or touched her somewhere even more intimate. But of course, they had to share her equally, so that wasn’t going to happen. Anyway, no one had said anything was going to happen at all. Maybe they’d eat and return her home without as much as a kiss on the cheek.
No they won’t. If they won’t kiss me properly, I’ll kiss them. I want them so much it’s like a physical ache. The thought of them touching her had her pussy filling with cream and feeling so terribly empty. No way was she going home without a genuine kiss.
They all had incredibly sexy voices. Maia didn’t recall noticing that at the wedding, but as they drove into town, Draven’s voice was light and flirty, sending flames of lust flickering up and down her spine and making her nipples press against her sweater. The fabric irritated them so much she wanted to pinch them to stop the ache.
Chase’s voice was steady, assertive, and that assertiveness was dead sexy as well. She could just imagine him telling her what to do in bed, and that made her body long for his touch.
Theron, who was driving, didn’t speak as much as the others, likely because he had to concentrate on the traffic. But when he did, his voice rippled over her body, along with the faint fresh scent of his aftershave, which was as erotic as hell.
By the time they parked in a basement parking lot Maia was little more than a puddle of lust. She’d been so busy focusing on her feelings and on what the men were saying that she didn’t even know exactly where they were. Chase held her elbow lightly as he guided her into the elevator. It opened at a lobby, and she was certain she’d never been in this building before. The three men took her into a restaurant, and her eyes opened wide, her breath caught in her throat, and she had to shut her mouth with a snap as her jaw was hanging open.
The staff was fully dressed. The customers…well, some of them were, and others most definitely were not. One man, wearing just a G-string, was sitting on the floor at the feet of a tall woman wearing thigh-high, skin-tight black boots and very little else.
Another woman was lying on a table completely naked except for various items of food on her body. One man sat on either side of the table licking the food off her skin.
Maia had a vision of the women as herself and her men doing that to her. Her father would lose his job if she did it, but fuck, it’d be thrilling thing to do.
Draven and Chase guided her up a small staircase to an upper level and to a booth at the back of this area. Theron and Draven sat on either side of her and Chase sat opposite.
In his masterful voice, Chase said, “You may choose whatever you want to eat, but apart from that, you need to obey us. We want to ensure you have a very good time tonight.”
“This is a BDSM club, right?”
“Yes.”
“But I haven’t signed anything to agree to be your submissives.”
“No you haven’t. But we are the only ones who’ll be able to fulfill your cravings by the end of this meal,” said Chase.
Maia believed him. Her cravings right now were sky high. If they got any higher, likely she’d explode long before they’d eaten.
“Do you agree to be ours? To obey us in all things?” asked Theron.
“For tonight, yes. As long as you take me home by midnight.” Not that her parents would be awake to check up on her, but tonight had to end at some time, and it might as well be when her father had stipulated.
“In that case, we’d better get started.” Draven looked around and waved at a server.
The woman placed a jug of iced water and four glasses on the long, narrow table and took their order. When she left, the men pressed closer to Maia, and Chase wiggled his foot between hers, making her spread her feet apart a little. Instantly her pussy lips tingled. Would one of them dare touch her here? In the restaurant?
“Some people in BDSM are exhibitionists. They get a lot of their excitement from knowing other people are watching them play,” said Draven, staring into her eyes.
“Like the lady pretending to be a plate?”
“Exactly. Would you like someone to see you being naughty?” asked Chase, using his feet to push hers still farther apart.
“The idea is exciting, but my father might lose his job.”
“In that case, we’ll be very circumspect.” Theron took both her hands and lightly held her wrists together flat on the table.
She knew he was teasing, but she couldn’t resist asking, “Now how am I going to drink my water?”
“Like this.”
Chase leaned across the table and held the glass to her lips. Maia concentrated on sipping it carefully. As he put the glass down, he didn’t move away from her, and Maia became aware of her skirt being lifted up. Then Chase’s foot rested over her lap, her skirt pushed back by his shoe, and her legs bare.
Maia smiled. Only a person watching them very carefully would know what was going on. The danger was there. Someone might report her family to the parish authorities. But if they did, they’d have to explain what they were doing in a BDSM restaurant in the first place. If she was going to be naughty, this was the perfect place to do it. Besides, the men were bracketing her body, blocking her from anyone’s view. She relaxed down on her ass, flopping her knees wide apart and waiting to see what would happen next.
The men continued talking to her. Theron played with her fingers, and stroked her wrists. Draven dropped one hand under the table and scraped his fingernails up and down her thigh. Now Chase’s hand was on her knee, gradually petting her a little higher and a little higher up her leg. Theron breathed warm air into her ear and then licked the shell. Maia’s eyes closed as her cunt flooded with cream. She wiggled more and more, desperately wanting them to touch her pussy, to place a finger inside her, or to stroke her clit.
The three of them continued to talk, to touch, and to tease her, drawing out their actions until she had to press her lips together tightly so she didn’t scream at them to just do it.
“Is there something you need, Maia?” asked Chase.
“You know there is.” She could hardly speak from repressed desire.
“Tell us what you want,” Theron breathed into her ear before kissing it.
“Touch me. Please.”
“You need to say where,” said Draven.
“You’re a tease. Inside. Touch me inside.”
“All you had to do was ask,” said Chase.
Maia had no idea how they managed it, but hands were on her inner thighs, several palms and too many long fingers to count were stroking her pussy, her mound and her clit. And then finally some fingers penetrated her. They wiggled and turned. She counted three fingers pumping inside her cunt as she came, flooding cream everywhere. But they didn’t stop. Someone pinched her clit, and the others spread her cream all around the hot little nub.
“There’s plenty of time. Our aim is for you to have too many orgasms to count tonight. I’m sure you can come again.”
Maia thought maybe she would if someone would just suck and bite her nipples. But there was no way she wanted that to happen here in the restaurant, although maybe in the car on the way home they could attempt it.
“Sit forward. Drive Theron’s fingers deeper into that hot, wet cunt,” ordered Chase.
Obediently she slid forward to the edge of the bench, and Theron’s fingers were now as far as they’d go inside her, twisting and turning, petting her, and scraping her walls. Already her cream was flowing again, filling her cunt and wetting his hand.
Draven dropped an arm around her back in the space between it and the back of the booth. He pulled the waist of her skirt open and slid his hand down inside her panties. His fingers were still damp from her cunt, and he slid them down her butt crack, wetting it and pressing down deeper.
She was leaning so far forward now that Chase’s hand was under her ass, his fingers scooping her cream from her mound and her pussy lips and rubbing it on her rosette. And then Draven’s finger slid inside her back door, massaging her own cream around the entry and just inside.
Maia looked down at the table, certain her face had to be shiny with the lust she felt. Her nipples were very obvious against the front of her thin sweater, even though she was wearing a bra. Hopefully no one would see because Chase was blocking their view. The fingers in her cunt, playing with her ass, and touching all around that area were driving her crazy. A second orgasm was very possible indeed.
“Has anyone ever taken you here, Maia?” asked Draven, rubbing his finger inside against the walls of her rear channel.
“No.” Her voice was thick and husky.
“Tonight one of us will,” he promised her.
The thought of them taking her in the ass was incredibly arousing. She’d heard some women say it was the best sex ever and other women say it hurt. Maia was beginning to think a little bit of pain with sex might be a very good thing indeed, and she was certain these men would keep their promise of orgasms.
But she had to know. “While one of you is doing that, what will the other two be doing?” she asked.
“One of us will be fucking your cunt. Fucking it hard and deep. Slamming a cock into your cervix until you scream and scream in release,” said Theron very softly, right into her ear.
“Do you know how to deep-throat a man?” asked Chase.
“Sort of.”
“Define sort of.”
“I’ve given…you know.”
“But how deep did you suck him? Did you swallow him right down so he could feel your throat gripping him tightly?” Chase challenged her.
Maia looked down at the table. No, she hadn’t taken him that deep, and she was absolutely certain these men were a whole lot bigger than her long-ago boyfriend. But she couldn’t think about that now. She was trying to get her mind around the fact that they were going to fuck her together. Together, as in all at once. Simultaneously. How was that going to work? Holy fuck. Is that what Leah is doing on her honeymoon?
Chapter Four
Draven had two fingers inside her ass now, and her walls were softenin
g and stretching, ready for his cock. His dick was so hard he was very glad they’d all decided to wear cargo pants. It had been a deliberate choice so their erections wouldn’t be nearly as visible as they finger-fucked her through the meal. They hadn’t wanted to wear everyday jeans, and dress pants would have made it very obvious if they were hard. Right now Draven was harder than he’d ever been in his life before, and Maia’s ass was so hot that if he could have slammed his dick inside her he knew he would’ve exploded in a nanosecond.
Instead, he looked at Chase and nodded. In Chase’s pocket was a butt plug. It was only a small size, but it did vibrate. They hoped the titillation of wearing it would be enough to make it easy for them to fuck Maia later, yet being small, it would still suitable for her to use on her very first time.
Chase pulled it out and said, “Look at me, Maia.”
She looked up, and her eyes got even bigger and rounder than normal. Chase sucked the butt plug into his mouth and then put the hand holding it under the table. In a moment the plug was touching her ass, and Draven and Theron helped Chase guide it into her ass as Draven watched her face. Her eyebrows were raised so high they’d almost disappeared into her hairline, and her mouth formed an O in surprise, but they pushed the plug inside her with very little trouble.
He could hardly wait to see her face when Chase started buzzing it to keep her on edge. He helped Theron straighten her panties and her skirt, and they assisted her to sit back on the bench, with her weight on her ass so the plug would have maximum effect.
He also managed to rub the back of one of his hands across her breasts. Her nipples were tight little points. He could see them through the thin sweater she wore, and she shivered as he brushed against her nipples. He liked that she was a woman who responded to nipple stimulation. Sucking, licking, and biting nipples aroused the panther in him, and he looked forward to playing with her breasts, if not tonight then the next time.