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by Knight, Natalie

  The first thing I do is use the black scarf I grabbed and tie it around her face to cover her eyes.

  “What are you...” stutters Meg, but I cut her off.

  “Silence. You don’t speak.”

  Now that she’s unable to see anything, I lift her off the bed and put her onto a large red leather chair. It’s my reading chair. Often I sit in it late into the night, reviewing papers for work.

  Today I’m going to have a very different use for it.

  When her naked body melts into the cool leather, I see the goosebumps form on her skin. It won’t take long to heat things up a bit.

  I take her arms and quickly wrap a silk tie around each wrist and tie them at the back. Now she’s totally at my mercy.

  Little whimpers escape her lips, and I put my finger under her chin.

  “Now then, my fucking little vixen. You’ll only address me with ‘yes, sir, no, sir.’ Understood?”

  Meg nods hesitantly, slowly.

  It’s a shame I can’t see those smoldering eyes, but I’m reveling in total domination. I mean, she can’t see what’s coming, nor can she move.

  “I can’t hear you,” I whisper menacingly into her ear. “If you don’t fucking do as I tell you, you’ll have to take your punishment. And your punishment…” I pause for dramatic effect. At my words I see her body tense. No doubt she’s waiting for a whip or something, but I’ve got something much better. “Your punishment will be this.”

  My right hand holds an object with a wooden handle. At the end of it is a little metal spinning wheel with serrated edges. I run it over her nipples, pushing it into her skin.

  I see her bite her lips and sink further into the red leather. Her nipples instantly harden.

  “Now what were you going to say?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. You’re a fast learner, Meg.”

  I move the wheel off her body and place it on the armrest of the chair. No doubt there’ll be an occasion to use this, and if not, I’ll have to create one.

  For a few seconds, I just stand and admire Meg’s body. It’s exquisitely delicious. Her pale skin, those curves, and her perfect tits.

  To get a better view of her pussy, I need to do one more thing.

  I grab another silk tie and use it to tie her ankles to each chair leg. Better, much better. Now her legs are spread far enough apart for me to get a good look at her juicy pussy.

  She’s fucking wet already. Tiny bits of her juices are dripping from the lips of her pussy.

  It is time to have some fucking fun.

  Since her pussy is practically begging me to give it attention, I start there first. I kneel on the floor in front of her and move my face toward her inner sanctum. I’m careful not to touch any part of her.

  Her body is trembling with anticipation, and I can see her strain against her hand ties. Good. Keep going, fucking little slut, and you’ll be taking your punishment soon.

  When I’m really close to her, so close I can smell her delicious scent—a perfect combination of salt, sweet, lust, and passion—I simply breathe onto her clit. She shoves her hips toward me in an effort to make contact with any part of my body.

  “I didn’t say you could move,” I growl and grab my magic metal wheel.

  This time, I run it over the inside of her thigh. Tiny metal indents are left where I’ve been.

  Her breathing is getting harder and faster. I can tell this is sending her mad with pleasure. I wonder if my dear brothers have thought of any of this or if this is new to her.

  While I know Ian, Paul, and Matt, well, I don’t quite know how much of this shit they’re into.

  “You going to behave, my fucking little slut. Because you know you’re nothing but a worthless little slut. My fucking little slut.”

  The wheel has been put back on the armchair, and my nose is now only inches again from her dripping pussy.

  “Yes, sir,” Meg manages to reply through clenched teeth.

  I can tell it’s taking great effort on her part not to yell, scream, or beg me for more. This is the best part of fucking a woman this way. You’ve got total fucking control, they have no fucking idea what’s about to happen, and they fucking love it.

  This time, I let my tongue dart out a tiny bit and just tease her clit. The touch is brief. So brief she may wonder if she imagined it.

  “Oh,” escapes her lips, and I see her bite them instantly.

  “Fucking hell. I thought you were a fast learner. Seems I was wrong.”

  Now the wheel moves over her clit, slow and hard. Meg throws her head back.

  “Now where was I?” I go back to giving her attention on her pussy.

  “Tell me, Meg, do you want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes, sir.” Her response is instant and clinical.

  It’s not laced with emotion.

  “And do you want to be fucked now?”

  “Yes.” This time she forgets the sir and sounds pleading.

  “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” I reach for the wheel and run it lengthways across her pussy. Meg’s hips push forward, and I repeat my movement harder.

  She retreats into the chair.

  By now my cock’s so fucking hard I fear it might explode. I need to exercise restraint and focus on the job at hand. I don’t just want to fucking come before I’ve had my fun with Meg.

  “Try again. Do you want to be fucked now?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I nod. My index finger reaches for her nipple, and she flinches as I pinch it hard. With two for the taking, I switch between them.

  Then I let my finger go to her pussy and scoop up some of her own juices.

  Before I touch her again, I wait. I want her to quiver with anticipation, and she does.

  My finger, covered in her juices, trails tiny little circles around her belly button. Then they’re gone again.

  Next I use my mouth to suck on her tits, biting her nipples with my teeth. I feel the shock waves of pleasure rip through her body as I tease and tantalize without her being able to see or know what I’m doing next.

  “I can’t,” she finally gasps, and I wrap my hands around her throat, forcing her into submission.

  “You will not come now.”

  Meg bites her lip.

  “You will come when I command you to,” I bark and move into position.

  “Yes, sir.”

  As a reward, I lean forward and kiss her on the lips. Hungrily, she responds. Her tongue comes out to meet mine, to dance and frolic in total harmony.

  She’s about ready to devour me when I pull away from her.

  I see her chest rising and falling. She’s breathing faster than if she’d just sprinted the hundred meters.

  It’s time.

  “Get ready,” I warn her and straddle her.

  My legs easily fit on either side of the chair. For a few seconds, my throbbing cock hovers near the entrance of her wet pussy.

  I can tell she’s resisting the temptation to thrust her hip upwards toward me.

  And then I ram my massive cock right into her. It’s unexpected for her, and those delicious walls of her inner sanctum grab my cock so hard I think I might come right away.

  Quickly, I pull out again and catch my own breath. Fuck, she’s hot.

  Mentally, I count to ten and go again. This time I start to pummel her hard and fast.

  “Don’t come yet,” I command again, and her face is contorted in pleasure and pain.

  The walls of her pussy are milking my cock hard, and I’m about to come.

  “Now. Come now,” I shout at her as I unleash a huge load of cum into her. I can feel it spill out as fast as I pump it into her.

  I know she’s coming too, with her muscles making one last final grab for my cock before relaxing.

  When we’ve both finished riding our waves of pleasure, I take her blindfold off.

  Her eyes are overflowing with intensity.

  “How many acts did you say there were?” she asks, grinning.


  In lieu of an answer, I lean toward her and kiss her.

  Chapter 34

  Meg

  I soap and suds myself in the Jacuzzi tub.

  Languidly, I drip essential oil into the tub and caress my skin with the silky soft fragrance.

  I want to smell perfect, look perfect, be perfect.

  After my recent excursion with Evan, where he ravaged me and where so much of our sexual tension found an outlet, I’ve been feeling much better.

  To my surprise and utter delight, Simon appears to have left me alone. I am no longer the focus of his wrath. I can’t imagine he’s just forgotten about the lost fortune, but I play with the idea that maybe he has. Maybe I am off the hook.

  Simon’s a multi-millionaire in his own right, and I’m hoping that will, at last, be enough for him. There’s no other way to explain his sudden disappearance. He’s never left me alone this long since I’ve known him, so I take it as a good sign.

  I have my silver Gucci dress hanging in the bathroom, all ready to go with shoes to match. The dress hugs my curves in all the right places, and it’s just skimpy enough to show off my newly acquired tan, all thanks to many afternoons under the sun doing absolutely nothing.

  It’s the night of the party, and I don’t intend to waste a second of it. As far as I’m concerned, this is a celebration. It’s a celebration of all my new relationships and of my happiness.

  I never imagined my life could be so perfect, but here I am: without a care in the world for the first time in ages.

  Now that I’ve been with every guy separately, I can’t imagine losing even one of them.

  Of course, this puts me in a precarious position. But it’s also a very fun place to be in.

  Each of the guys is overwhelming in his own way. They’re all very intense and authoritative with me, which I kinda sorta like.

  In fact, I’m getting wet just thinking about what could possibly go down tonight.

  Who will it be? I know they’re all vying for my attention. It’s a feeling I could get used to.

  I have a new life, and I didn’t even need to escape to some island to achieve it. Dare I believe that I can be so happy?

  I take a very long bath, not rushing myself. I want every curl to be in place at this party. So I rest in the tub, shave my legs, and wash my hair.

  I douse myself in oils and potions and get ready for the evening. I want to be as fresh as a daisy for my men.

  I can’t help but allow my fingers to roam along the delicate petals of my pussy, though.

  I rub my clit under the water and imagine Ian holding me down and fucking me hard, while Matt forces his cock down my throat. Then Paul is there—dapper, rugged Paul. He fucks me, too, obviously. Evan shows up with his beautiful big and throbbing cock, and I have all four of them at once.

  I close my eyes and moan out in pleasure as I imagine being with all of them simultaneously. It’s a fantasy that I want to happen so badly in real life. Is it wrong that I can’t make a decision?

  I can’t determine which one I should be with, because I want them all...at the same time.

  This is the inescapable truth. I feel equally passionate about each brother. Each brother is dominate in a way that makes me melt.

  I cry out softly as I bring myself to climax, thinking about the domineering qualities of each man.

  I want it. I want to lose myself in each guy.

  All at the same time.

  Is that so very wrong?

  For a moment, I’m dimly lit, in the clouds, out of the world, as my body quivers and quakes to think of being had by four men at once.

  I calm down at last and come back down to earth, feeling light as a feather.

  Tonight will be a test to see where the guy’s intentions lie. I’m sure there’s gonna be a vast amount of women at the party, like there always are. So tonight, I’ll find out for sure if any of the guys have a roaming eye, or if their hearts are really set on me.

  I emerge from the tub, dripping with soapy, oily water. Then I pull on a terrycloth towel and peek out the bathroom window, so I can see what’s going on below.

  It’s been a whirlwind few days planning the party. I’ve had tons of help, but my vision was vastly darker from that of the party planner’s. While they were out for light and bright, glitz and glamour, as all of the Belcourt parties have been, I was into something…a shade darker.

  I imagined candles and sheaths of red and black velvet fabric, sexy seating, and low operatic music. This masquerade will be the perfect opportunity for people to escape who they really are.

  Everyone is someone they’re not. Everyone can indulge their shadow self, that inner seductive being that hates the light and craves only darkness where, unmentionable things can happen between the sheets.

  The tone of this party is very secretive and sexy. I can think of no better setting for me to further get to know the guys.

  I admire my vision coming to life and then I step back from the window. I play some music and proceed to get ready.

  I let my mind to drift to happier things, like the beginning of a real relationship with the Belcourt brothers.

  For once, I feel like my own person. I feel free at last—and this enables the true me, the real me to shine through. Without the impending threat of Simon, I’m a different person—light and carefree.

  At the same time, I know I’ve only been able to open up to the guys like this, because they’ve made me feel comfortable. Being in the presence of such strong, commanding men is what makes me feel like I can unleash my inner wild child.

  I know that whatever I dish, they can take. I know that my wildness is not too much for them to handle. They can contain me—and that’s a feeling worth something.

  I can’t help but reminisce about the first night I was at the mansion: my first party. The difference between that night and this one is that, now, I feel empowered and safe, whereas I came here in a fearful state, eager to escape Simon and my torturous past with him.

  Tonight, I want the seductive atmosphere to envelop everyone so that my guys can get to know me in another kind of environment. The party tonight will be the grandest one yet—and I can’t wait for the evening to begin.

  So I carefully apply my makeup…smoky eyes and deep, red lips. I collect my hair into a bundle of curls at the nape of my neck and then strategically place drops of perfume on my body.

  My silver dress is shining in the corner, and I can’t wait to slink into it. Gucci is everything, and tonight, I’m about to make good on my shopping trip with Ian.

  I slip easily into the dress and admire my reflection in the mirror. The only thing that’s missing is my mask.

  I’ve had a black and red mask made of the finest lace. It covers part of my face and highlights my eyes enough to provide just the perfect amount of mystery and intrigue.

  This day has been building up for a while. Ever since the guys said they were throwing a party in my honor, I’ve been thinking about how it will go. The fact that I got to help plan it is just icing on the cake.

  Life at the mansion is dreamier than ever, and with Simon gone, I pinch myself daily to know that it’s real. I’ve chased happiness like a butterfly, and now?

  It’s mine at last. I deserve this.

  I slip my heels on and check my phone one last time before heading out. Luckily for me, there are no messages from Simon—further evidence that I’m free.

  I flick through my pictures and make sure the one of the will is destroyed. I can’t have that lying around. I don’t want any evidence of my sordid past coming out.

  A part of me feels like the guys should know the truth: that Simon put me up to this, that I’ve been undermining them—but that I didn’t want to do it, and that it’s all sorted now.

  But how do I bring that up? I can’t honestly imagine myself saying the words and facing the possibility of losing everything.

  No, I think it’s better to put the past where it belongs: in the past. And I can start over in my
new life, right here, not so far from home.

  It doesn’t seem likely that any of the guys would ever want to see me again after having known what I did. It pains me to even think of it. So I don’t.

  I’m going to bury my past and never look at it again.

  Starting tonight.

  Because tonight will be fun and memorable, and nothing can hold me back from that.

  I give myself one final glance in the mirror to make sure everything’s in place, then I make my way down the grand staircase and see the house brimming with guests arriving. Everything is magnificent—and yet also steeped in a dark allure that will surely get the night going.

  For a moment, I just stand at the bottom of the staircase and take in the scene.

  I look around the room for any sign of Ian, Matt, Paul, or Evan, but alas. I’m alone. I grab a glass of champagne from one of the passing trays and head outside to take in the rest of the party.

  Chapter 35

  Matt

  I pour myself a hard drink. Something to get the party started.

  My cock is hard and tense already against my pants, just thinking of seeing Meg all dolled up.

  We’ve been planning this day for a while—or rather, she’s been planning it. Meg has seemed genuinely pleased that we wanted to do this party for her. Little does she know it’s just another excuse to spend time together.

  I’ve seen the decorators come and go. Meg’s vision is decidedly dark. There’s lots of mystery and intrigue going on at this party, marked by the fact that it’s a masquerade ball.

  I’ve seen candelabras coming in and out of the mansion and all manner of expensive fabric and seating for around the pool. We told her not to care about money, and she hasn’t. I’m happy to say she knows a thing or two about style, and no expense has been spared.

  I don’t love the idea of wearing a mask, but I would do anything for Meg and anything for a bit more excitement in our lives.

  It’s been far too long since I’ve had a taste of her, and I’m hoping all of that will change tonight. I know she still hasn’t decided between my brothers and I, but the day is coming quickly upon us. And she better choose me, or I’ll go fucking crazy.