by Diana Ames
A minute later, Damian was deep enough in her ass to feel his balls slapping Anton. He suppressed the shudder that threatened him. He had no problem with men who enjoyed other men or women who enjoyed other women, but it wasn’t for him, especially when it involved his brother.
Damian began slamming into her ass before his erection could deflate any more. He could feel the extra friction from the cock in her pussy, moving opposite his thrusts. Briefly, he remembered why he’d engaged in threesomes before. But when her back arched and her black hair smacked him in the chest, the fact that she wasn’t the woman he wanted overshadowed any feelings of pleasure.
Closing his eyes, Damian tried to concentrate on the ass squeezing his cock, but all he could focus on was the black hair that was long enough to touch him in this position. He knew he wouldn’t be able to come. As he heard Anton groan from the bottom of the pile, Damian was determined to find a way to finish.
Instead of pushing thoughts of her away, Damian closed his eyes and imagined it was Mellissandra kneeling in front of him. His cock swelled even larger as he let himself remember how her pussy had tasted and how hot she had been when he’d finally gotten inside her.
When he felt small spasms shaking the woman they had sandwiched between them, Damian gritted his teeth. “You ready, Anton?”
“Oh fuck yes!” Anton groaned.
Two hard pumps later, Damian’s cock exploded inside her ass. A second after that, he heard Anton scream out his own release.
Damian collapsed to the side, so he wouldn’t crush the people beneath him. Satisfied for the moment, the woman fell hard onto Anton’s chest. Laughing softly, Anton wrapped his arms around the woman.
None of them noticed the woman weeping quietly as she stood in the open bedroom door.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Taking off her gloves, Gilly threw them in the contaminated materials container. The mechanic who’d been crushed was hanging on, but Gilly didn’t think he would make it. Fractured ribs had punctured both his lungs. They had removed his spleen and appendix because both had ruptured under the pressure. His spinal cord had been severed when two vertebrae had been compressed together.
Each injury on its own was bad but survivable; however, all the injuries put together were just too much trauma for the body to recover from. Nevertheless Gilly and a team of doctors had worked furiously to save the man’s life. If they hadn’t done everything they could, none of them would be able to face his wife and children in the event of his death.
Exhausted, Gilly just wanted a shower and a warm bed, but she knew that if she didn’t talk to Anton tonight, she might not have another chance before he returned from his trip. She made her way to the royal wing, heading to Anton’s apartment. She knocked on his door and waited. After a few minutes, she knocked again, louder, and waited. Turning the knob, she found the door locked.
For a few minutes, Gilly just stood there, resting her head on the cool wooden door. She knew he was with Damian. Anton had been spending a lot of time with Damian lately. Gilly debated between going to her own apartment and getting some rest and going to Damian’s apartment to find Anton.
Ten minutes after arriving at Anton’s apartment door, Gilly managed to move her feet. It was only sheer determination and willpower that kept her upright. She was determined that nothing would keep her from her goal tonight.
The trip down the corridor was short and it wasn’t long before Damian’s door loomed in front of her. Gilly felt intimidated only because she considered Damian a powerful adversary to her plan. She straightened her blouse and stiffened her spine before knocking. She knew that Damian would do everything he could to prevent her from speaking to Anton alone, and if she had to reveal the pregnancy in front of Damian, she would need all the strength she could muster.
She raised her fist to knock but reconsidered. If she just walked in and Damian got angry, then perhaps she could get Anton to leave with her. As she entered the apartment, Gilly was surprised to see no one was in the living room to the right of the foyer or in the small kitchenette to the left. Straining her ears, Gilly listened for noise anywhere in the apartment. When she heard soft murmuring coming from the back, she headed down the hallway.
The bedroom door was open, and as Gilly approached it, she realized Damian had a woman in bed with him. Embarrassed, Gilly was going to slip out quietly before Damian noticed her, but then she saw the extra set of legs. Her eyes widened as she heard Damian ask Anton if he was ready. When she heard Anton shout out with his orgasm, her body sagged against the door as tears began raining down her cheeks.
***
Anton felt like he’d died and gone to Heaven. He’d just had the most explosive orgasm of his life, probably due to his month of abstinence, and now, a gorgeous woman was lying on top of him. The best part of the whole thing was that he did not once have the urge to hurt her. He realized that he also didn’t feel the need to jump up and wash.
Damian was lying next to them, panting heavily. Anton looked over and caught his eye. Damian grinned at him and Anton knew that Damian understood how successful this had been. When the raven-haired beauty began squirming on top of him, Anton felt his cock twitch. Anton gathered her hair in his fist and lifted her head from his chest.
“Ready for round two?” he asked her suggestively.
“No!” Gilly shouted from the doorway.
Three heads swung around to look at her.
“How could you, Anton?” She sobbed. Tears were streaming from her eyes, and her nose was dripping. “I told you that I would do anything. I would be anything you needed. How could you do this to me?”
Damian and Anton looked at each other. Anton’s face clearly showed panic while Damian merely looked annoyed and skeptical. The woman on the bed wasn’t thrilled with having her evening of fun interrupted. She flipped over onto her back and eyed Gilly.
“Why don’t you join us?” the woman asked, winking at Gilly. “Plenty of hard cock to go around.”
That caused Damian and Anton to scramble to their feet and search for their clothes. All the while, they protested heartily.
“What are you doing in my apartment uninvited, Gilly?” Damian asked when he finally had on his pants.
“Oh shut up, Damian,” she said, still sobbing. “This is all your fault anyway. If you would have just stayed out of our business, Anton and I would be together right now!”
“Gilly,” Anton said in a pained voice, “Damian has nothing to do with why we aren’t together.” Unable to break the habit of folding his clothing when he disrobed for sex, Anton had gotten fully dressed quickly. He stood watching Damian frantically struggle into his clothing and for a moment was almost glad for his compulsive habit.
“Bullshit!” she shouted. “We were fine, and then he walks in, beats you up, and you’re telling me we can’t be together! Now, I find you in his fucking apartment, the two of you fucking this whore! I love you, Anton.” Her voice weakened as she continued sobbing. “How could you do this to me?” With those words, she fell to her knees, covering her face with her hands.
After that outburst, the three people in the room just stared at Gilly. The situation, awkward and uncomfortable at first, had just deteriorated to a crisis. The men had never seen Gilly in any way except competent and strong, but now, she was on her knees and hysterical.
“So, I guess this means no round two?” the woman asked hesitantly.
“You can shower if you like,” Damian told her, not looking away from Gilly kneeling in the doorway. “I’m not going to be able to escort you back to the club, but I’ll have someone drive you when you’re ready.”
The woman didn’t ask questions or protest, and Damian didn’t spare her a glance. It was clear; he was the master, and she was the submissive. The woman got off the bed and went into the connecting bathing chamber. She would be gone within half an hour.
Anton and Damian looked at each other, both uncomfortable with the weeping woman in the doorway. Slowly moving ove
r to Gilly, Damian crouched down beside her. She might be upset with him, blaming him for her broken heart, but he didn’t hold any ill will toward her. Before all this happened, they had been fairly good friends.
“Gilly,” Damian said softly, laying a hand on her hair.
She didn’t give any indication that she’d heard him. She just continued sobbing hysterically.
“Gilly,” he said again a little louder. This time, when he got no response, he swept her up into his arms. He wasn’t going to let her lie on the floor like this.
Gilly had heard Damian call her name, but she wasn’t able to respond to him. Despondency had settled into her soul, and she felt completely defeated. When powerful arms swept her against a hairy chest, she turned her face into it, wrapping her arms around the body carrying her. For a moment, she allowed herself to feel pleasure at the hard male body toting her through the apartment. It was a short-lived moment. When she looked up and saw that it was Damian and not Anton holding her, she started struggling.
“Hold still, Gilly. I don’t want to drop you,” Damian told her in a low tone.
“Fuck you, Damian!” she yelled, struggling harder.
When one of her hands wound into his hair and yanked, he yelped and dropped her on her ass. She jumped up and rubbed her sore bottom, glaring at Damian the whole time. At least, she had stopped crying though.
“Gillian,” Anton said stiffly, not using the friendly nickname she went by. “I thought I’d made myself clear weeks ago. We can never be together.” His tone was cool but not unkind. Truthfully, he’d expected this confrontation to happen much sooner.
Gilly didn’t know what to say. Her plan to reveal her pregnancy and wait for Anton to indicate he wanted her was blown to hell. She looked back and forth between Anton and Damian. They both looked ill at ease and somewhat nauseous. Her mind raced, trying to determine the path that would net her the best results.
Finally, she turned to Damian. “I needed to speak with you,” she said. “I’m sorry for just walking in. All I can say is that it’s been a hellish day in medical and I wasn’t thinking clearly.” She then looked at Anton. “But I guess since you’re here, I should just tell you.”
Damian pursed his lips. Something felt off to him. A few minutes ago, she had just been hysterical, and now, she had an almost serene look on her face. He watched her eyes dart between him and Anton, showing the only sign that it hadn’t been a normal, average day.
Gilly took a deep breath. “Anton, I’m pregnant with the next generation of the royal family.”
***
Once she’d made up her mind, Mellissandra did not worry. The day following the press conference, she set about her chores as if it were any other day. She started off by washing all the mugs for the bar. Then, she scrubbed the main floor and polished the wooden bar and tables.
Feeling healthy and hale, she tore through the work faster than she had the prior days. When she finished the last of the cleaning, she looked at the clock and realized it was only noon. Mellissandra didn’t have a clue as to what to do with herself now. Pulling out a bottle of sweet soda from one of the coolers, she sat down at the bar.
A door opening on the upstairs landing caused her to spin around. She hadn’t met any of the girls yet, and she was fairly certain that Wally and Ryan didn’t want her to meet them. But the woman who’d come out of her room was approaching Mellissandra quickly, so she decided she wouldn’t run away.
The woman looked to be in her mid-twenties. She had short, spiky blonde hair. The most shocking thing about her appearance though was her clothing. Or, to be more exact, it was her lack of clothing. She wore an emerald green robe, but it wasn’t pulled closed. With every step, Mellissandra could see a different part of the woman’s naked body.
“So, you’re the girl who’s too good to whore with the rest of us,” she said, coming to stand in front of Mellissandra.
“What?” Mellissandra asked. She’d been taken off-guard by the sudden attack.
“Look, girl,” the woman said, “you’re no better than any one of us who earns her living on her back.”
“I never thought—”
“I know how people like you think,” she said, cutting off Mellissandra. “You stick your nose in the air at us, and you think you’re a better class of person. Well, you don’t know anything about us!”
“Look,” Mellissandra said, already fed up with the woman’s tirade. “I do not think I’m better than anyone. No, I don’t want to earn a living fucking men. I’m pregnant, and I just want to be able to take care of my child. It seems to me like you’re the one with the problem, not me!” Mellissandra rose from the barstool and stood toe-to-toe with the woman.
“Why won’t you come out to the main floor then? Why won’t you associate with us?”
“Quite frankly, I’ve been through an ordeal, and the past few days, when I haven’t been out here cleaning, I’ve been sleeping and trying to recover. Besides that, Ryan and Wally won’t let me come out during open hours,” Mellissandra said softly. It seemed ridiculous that she, a grown woman with a child on the way, had been ordered not to come into the bar.
Suddenly, the woman smiled at Mellissandra, and then she began to laugh. “My name’s Alyssa,” she said, shoving out her hand for Mellissandra to shake.
When Mellissandra clasped her hand, Alyssa grinned and pulled her into a hug.
“You have a lot to learn, kid, but I like you.”
“I’m Melanie,” Mellissandra said. “And I could really use a friend.”
***
“So, you were training to be a sub, and your trainer got you pregnant?” Alyssa asked incredulously.
“That’s the sum of it,” Mellissandra told her.
They were sitting in Alyssa’s room. In the daylight, Mellissandra found it to be completely overbearing. It was much like the room she had woken up in when she’d first arrived here. It had black walls, red wall drapes, and pictures of nude women everywhere. But there was more to this room. Mellissandra realized it was a lived-in feel that hadn’t been in the other room. She could see clothing peeking out of the closet, toiletries on the dresser, and one tiny photo of what looked to be a very happy family, clinging to a mirror on the wall.
As the women began talking and getting to know each other, Mellissandra heard herself telling Alyssa how she’d ended up here. Although she hadn’t mentioned names or that she’d been training in the castle, it felt good to get some of the details off her chest.
“That’s bullshit, honey. He took advantage of you. Did you report him? He should really lose his license,” Alyssa said.
“Report him to whom? What license?” Mellissandra asked, confused.
“Since the sex industry was made legal a few years back—you know, ‘cause everyone was gonna do it anyway—trainers now have to be trained themselves. They have to pass tests and get licensed, just like a doctor or something.” Alyssa moved off the bed where both women were sitting and got something from the dresser. “Take off your shoes,” she told Mellissandra.
“Why?” Mellissandra asked. She was still stunned by the revelation that Damian needed a license to teach her how to be a submissive.
“So I can paint your toenails,” Alyssa said. She grabbed Mellissandra’s foot and took the shoe off. “So anyway, there’s, like, this one guy who judges all trainers. He is supposed to be the absolute best. I even heard he was training someone for the prince.”
Mellissandra paled a little as she swallowed back the vomit trying to push its way up her throat. Alyssa didn’t notice. She was engrossed in painting little flowers on Mellissandra’s toes.
“You really need to report this guy though. I think this master trainer’s card is around here somewhere. Every place like this has to keep his number available for all the sex employees now.” Alyssa held up Mellissandra’s foot. “Doesn’t that look cute?”
“Yeah,” Mellissandra said softly, not even looking at her toes.
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“Morning sickness,” Mellissandra said with a dismissive little laugh, pulling her feet away from the friendly woman. “It doesn’t know when morning is. I’m sorry, Alyssa. I really need to go lie down, I think.” Mellissandra rose from the bed, slightly unsteady.
“Oh, don’t worry about it, sweetie,” Alyssa said with a wave. “You go rest. I’m gonna be here for a while. When you’re feeling better, we’ll find a way to sneak you over to the main floor, so you can watch the entertainment.”
Alyssa jumped up from the bed and gave Mellissandra a quick hug. Mellissandra didn’t even notice that the woman’s naked body was pressed up against her as she mindlessly hugged Alyssa back.
“I just know that we’re going to be such great friends.” She squealed at Mellissandra.
Mellissandra just smiled and nodded without saying a word.
Every step Mellissandra took was accompanied by a nauseating thought. Damian was in charge of training all the teachers. Damian had broken the rules when he’d taken her virginity. Damian had used her. It wasn’t really anything she hadn’t known, except for the fact that he was in charge, so she didn’t understand why it made her feel so sick right now.
He thought she was a whore. He’d told her as much, and then the note he’d sent her with all the money confirmed it. Whores were used. That was their job. And she’d been there to be trained for Prince Anton, so while she figured Damian would have had to touch her for certain things, she was fairly sure he wasn’t allowed to take her virginity.
In addition to the sick feeling in her belly, Mellissandra’s head began to thump. When she finally made it to her bed, her last thought was if she would ever be able to escape the pain of being in love with Damian.