I declined the calls throughout the morning, trying to focus on my work. As soon as lunchtime hit, my phone rang again. This call, I couldn’t help but pick up.
“Oh my God, what kind of secrets have you been keeping from me, you bitch?” Lydia’s voice exploded through the phone.
I laughed, happy to hear her. We hadn’t talked in a while, and there was a lot I needed to update her on. “Guess I have some things to tell you.”
“No kidding, girl. What happened? Did you all fall in love that night that you went over there? Wait, you told me you didn’t even go in. I’m so confused!”
“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you about it over drinks sometime, okay?”
“If you say so. Does it have anything to do with dirty, kinky BDSM sex, though?”
“Over drinks.” Grinning, I hung up the phone.
The only other phone call that I responded to was my mom’s. She’d left a message saying she wished she’d heard about my relationship from me and not the newspaper. I replied with a text telling her I’d let her know all about it next time we got together. Since I only saw my parents a few times a year, that might not be for a while.
We got together for Christmas and Easter most years, and we got along reasonably well – when my mom wasn’t complaining about my life choices and my career. Other than that, they were too busy with their careers to see me. I wasn’t even sure where in the world they were at any given time.
Once that was done, I ate my lunch at my desk. As I finished my sandwich, my phone rang once more – but not from a curious spectator. The caller ID said it was Trey.
I picked up, swallowing my last bite. “Hey, how are you? What’s going on?”
“I saw the article,” he said, his deep voice sending a thrill down my spine. “I like the way you wrote about us. You said a lot of really nice things.”
My cheeks went hot. “I did my best. I only said what was true.”
“Well, we all like it,” he said. “In fact, we’d like to take you out somewhere special tonight as a thank you.”
“Like where?” I asked.
“Anywhere you want to go. If there’s a nice restaurant, or a movie you’ve been wanting to see... This is your chance. We’ll do it.”
“Really? If I wanted to take the four of you to the new chick flick with Julia Roberts, this article would be enough to make you go?”
“That might be going a little too far. You may have to write another article before you get us to do that.”
“Okay, so I can make you guys do anything I want within limits.”
“Reasonable limits,” he agreed.
“All right, well, lucky for you, the only thing I really want to do is get the four of you in the bedroom. Better yet, the dungeon.”
“That’s not good enough,” he said. “We already do that all the time. We want to do something special with you.”
“Okay, I’ll try to think of something. You promise we’ll go to the dungeon after, though?”
His voice darkened. “That’s an absolute guarantee.”
I squirmed in my chair as we hung up. My mind was already filling with images of what might happen tonight, the erotic sensations that would wash over my body when I was alone with my alphas.
After throwing my sandwich wrapper in the trash, I got back to work. But it was hard for me to focus when I kept having flashbacks of what I’d done with the alphas over the past few days – and flash-forwards of what I intended to do with them tonight.
By the end of the day, I’d come up with a plan. My toenails had been looking raggedy lately, and I could use some pampering. The alphas and I were going to get pedicures. I had a feeling that none of them had ever gotten one before, and I was looking forward to seeing how they’d like their first time.
When I told them my plan, they complained at first. They couldn’t really see the appeal in getting their toes painted.
“You don’t have to put color on them,” I told them. “They’ll trim the nails, shape the cuticles, and buff the rough parts of your skin. Plus, you get a foot massage. It’ll be awesome.”
Reluctantly, they agreed, and I called around to see where five people could go in without an appointment.
The receptionist at the salon I chose was a human. Even though she couldn’t tell we were shifters, her eyes widened at the sight of four huge, burly men. I supposed that was something she didn’t see every day.
“Take a seat over there,” she said, pointing. “Someone will be with you in just a moment.”
We sat down in the arrangement that had quickly become normal for us, two alphas on either side of me. A nail tech filled the tubs in front of us with water and instructed us to soak our feet.
I squeezed Jacob and Oakley’s knees. “We’ll need to take our shoes off,” I told them.
When we had them off, I checked out everybody’s feet. Oakley’s looked surprisingly well taken care of. Richmond and Trey’s looked about normal for guys. Jacob, on the other hand… his feet looked like something out of a horror movie. The nails were long and twisted, and a few hung over the edges of his toes.
“Oh my God, what have you done to yourself?” I asked. “How do you even manage to walk around with your toes looking like that?”
“I’m a mountain goat shifter,” he said under his breath. “It comes with the territory.”
I rolled my eyes. “Your hooves shouldn’t transfer over into your human form.”
To their credit, the nail techs didn’t say anything about the state of our feet. The five of them sat on small stools in front of the five of us, and they got to work scrubbing our feet in the shallow tanks while we chatted.
My tech took the cracked, pink polish off my toes and trimmed each one. I shifted my eyes toward Jacob, wondering how he was coping with the loss of those massive nails. He had his eyes squeezed shut and he white-knuckled the armrests. He cringed every time the tech cut into his nails.
“It’s like he’s never cut them before in his life,” I said to the other alphas.
“He probably hasn’t,” Richmond said.
“You guys can stop laughing at me now,” Jacob said through gritted teeth. The techs finished trimming, although Jacob’s feet took a minute longer than the rest of ours.
They pulled out the next implements, and I grimaced even as a shot of glee ran through me. The cuticle trimmers were unpleasant for me, but today I’d have fun watching Jacob suffer through them.
As my tech dug into my foot with the metal torture device, I clenched my jaw. Meanwhile, Jacob let out a shriek. “I thought this was supposed to be a pleasant experience.”
“It’ll get better,” I told him. “Just hold on.”
The other three weren’t doing much better at this point. Oakley had his palms clenched into fists, muttering curse words, and Richmond and Trey both had their jaws tight, not saying a word.
I couldn’t help but laugh. I’d been through this so many times with different female friends and sometimes with my mom. It was true that certain parts of this were less than enjoyable, and yet I kept coming back for more. Maybe that was an early sign of my masochistic tendencies.
Maybe that was why the alphas weren’t enjoying this as much as I was.
Still, I was glad when my nail tech reached my last toe and put the metal tool away. She picked up one foot and dug her thumbs into it, massaging up and down the sole.
On my left, Jacob let his eyes close. “Now I see why you like this.”
“Does it make up for the last bit, Jacob?” Richmond asked.
“Nope. I don’t think anything could.”
I melted into the woman’s touch as she worked the knots out of my feet. She had magic hands, and I could’ve let her do this all day.
When another employee bought me a selection of colors, I picked out a nice shade of purple. It was bright and glittery, and I knew I’d think of this moment with my alphas whenever I looked at my toes.
She offered the alphas the choice of c
olors, and I immediately waved her away. “They don’t want polish.”
“Don’t be so quick to say no,” Jacob said. “I think I might want some color after all.”
“Really? Why?”
“I didn’t put myself through all of this for nothing,” he said as his tech buffed the back of his foot. The buffer looked like sandpaper, and he winced as she worked it back and forth.
“Yeah, what’s the harm in it?” Oakley asked. “It does come off, doesn’t it?”
I laughed. “Yeah, it comes off.”
They all ended up getting color—blue for Jacob, orange for Oakley, green for Trey, and black for Richmond. They said the colors would cheer them up and make them think of me.
When our toes were all painted, we put them all together and took a selfie. As we posed and giggled, my heart swelled. I never would have thought I’d be here, getting pedicures and joking around with four boyfriends, especially not four alphas.
I wondered what the staff thought of us, and if they had any clue of what our relationship was. It made me a tiny bit self-conscious. But on the other hand, I didn’t care.
If they wanted to think about how strange we were or what we might do in bed together, that was their problem. More than likely, they were just jealous because they couldn’t have four men of their own.
Richmond paid, and then we headed out, me linking arms with two of them. We decided to go for dinner at a shifter-owned restaurant where we wouldn’t have to worry about who knew or didn’t know about our relationship.
The place we chose was an old-fashioned diner, the kind with greasy burgers and cheesy music playing from a jukebox. We went in and ordered, the alphas greeting the owner by name. I didn’t know him myself, but his eyebrows shut up when he saw me, and he went out of his way to come and shake my hand.
“I was just reading about you in the paper this morning,” he said. “I suppose I’m honored you decided to come here for one of your first dates. I hope you’ll be coming back often.”
“That depends on the food,” I said with a wide smile.
Richmond shot me a look, and I gave him an innocent shrug back. I knew he was thinking what I had said was bratty... But I couldn’t leave my whole personality behind. I was a brat through and through – and besides, I had to do something to get these guys to punish me later. It just wouldn’t be any fun otherwise.
We sat down and ordered drinks – beers for the guys, Long Island iced tea for me. The mix of alcohols always got me tipsy, and I was in the mood to let loose a little.
When the drinks came, I took a long sip and made a face. “This isn’t good,” I whispered.
Trey grabbed it and took a sip. “It’s fine.”
“Trade you for your beer, then.”
He raised his eyebrows at me. “If you wanted a beer, you should’ve gotten one.”
“And if you’re going to tell me my drink’s fine, then you should drink it.”
Richmond rolled his eyes. “If your cocktail isn’t to your liking, then we’ll send it back.”
“We don’t have to. Trey likes it.”
“Trey prefers the beer he ordered,” Trey said, giving me a glare.
Was there playfulness in that gaze? I wasn’t quite sure. I was pushing the limits at this point… and yet I couldn’t make myself stop.
“Trade with me,” I said. “I want your beer, not a different one.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” he told me.
I grabbed his pint glass and took a long swing. The alphas all turned toward me, their gazes going hard.
I twitched my toes in my shoes, trying to remember how close I’d felt to them just a few minutes earlier. Had I really crossed a line?
Richmond gave me a wink, and a wave of relief went through me – along with the thrill of anticipation. “We’ll order you a new drink,” he said. “But we’re also not going to forget the way you acted just now.”
I pressed my legs together, hoping to offset the vibration between them. “Fine,” I said. “Make it a double.”
The rest of dinner passed without incident, and before I knew it, we were back at the house. The five of us had never spent so much time out in public together without anything sexual happening, and I was pretty sure they were as eager as I was right now. My whole body was trembling with need. Being in their presence but not touching them or kissing them had been almost painful.
Whenever I was with them, tension built inside me. By now, it was at a breaking point. I needed a release, and soon.
Trey took my hand, pulling me toward the staircase, while Richmond pulled me by the other hand towards the basement. It was a sexy tug-of-war, and I was the rope.
How could I decide? I wanted it slow and vanilla, but rough and kinky as well. I couldn’t have it all... or could I?
“Let’s head upstairs,” I told them. Disappointment immediately registered on Richmond’s face. “But why don’t you go down and grab whatever you’d like to bring upstairs with us?” I added.
A wicked grim took over his features, and he disappeared into the basement.
I took a few steps, but apparently that wasn’t fast enough for Trey. He swept me into his arms and rushed me up the stairs.
When we were there, the four of us tore at each other’s clothes. Piece by piece, they came off until we were all naked together. The amount of firm flesh and hard muscle in the room had me breathless. I couldn’t even think with the testosterone floating in the air.
I took one cock in each hand, rubbing them to get them even harder than they already were. The feel of their arousal made my pussy pulse, and I couldn’t wait to get one or all of them inside me.
As I wrapped my lips around Oakley’s dick, Richmond opened the door. He had his hands full of different implements – paddles and whips and sex toys.
He joined us on the bed, running his hands over my body as he pressed a long kiss to my shoulder. I sucked Oakley harder, more aroused than ever as I thought about what Richmond was going to do to me.
I was on my knees, and one of the alphas pressed a few fingers inside me as I sucked on Oakley. I pressed back, arching against them, my walls clenching and my toes curling.
As I worked Oakley’s dick with my hand and mouth, I caught a glimpse of his painted toenails and smiled.
Whoever had his fingers in me curled his knuckles against my g-spot, and I stopped sucking as the first orgasm took over me. My eyes and my body grew tense. Then, with a wave of relief, I let go.
It would only be the first orgasm of many. I came again as Trey pressed into me, his huge shaft stretching my walls so much more than Jacob’s fingers. And another time as Richmond grabbed a toy and slipped it into my ass.
It was shaped like a cock, long and smooth with a flared base. As it went deep inside me, I felt my pussy contract around Trey. It felt like I was getting so much tighter, or like his cock was getting bigger. I bit down hard on my lower lip, but that wasn’t enough to keep me quiet. I screamed.
“She loves getting fucked in the ass,” Richmond said, working the toy in and out of my tight rim. “She’ll be able to take one of us back there soon.’
“I want to fuck it first,” Jacob said, groaning as I moved my head over to take him into my mouth. “It’s going to be so damn tight.”
I groaned, long and loud. The way they were fucking me, both moving in unison, I was going out of control. I wanted more than this. I wanted everything they could possibly give me. When they had me feeling this way, I didn’t even care what would or wouldn’t be a good idea.
“Do it now,” I said, sounding almost like I was begging. “I want one cock in my pussy, one in my ass. Take me. Make me yours.”
“Not yet,” Richmond said, still working in and out of my hole with the same insistent rhythm. “Not until you’re ready for it.”
“I’m ready now.”
“No, omega, you’re not. You think you are, but you can’t handle it. It would be too big for you. You need to work your way up to
it.”
“Fuck that,” I said, pushing my ass back against the toy. “If I can take this, I can take you. Just use a lot of lube and go slow. I’ve read books, I know how it works.”
“Books are different from the real world.” Richmond caressed my ass affectionately. “You’ll find out eventually.”
I groaned, the sound turning into a shriek. “But I want it,” I begged, my walls spasming around Trey’s cock. “I need it. Please, my alphas...”
They chuckled together as if I’d said something funny. I looked desperately from one to another, certain that one would give in and give me what I wanted. They had to be craving it as much as I was. But each alpha’s face was firm. They might have been tempted, but they weren’t going to give in.
“Fuck,” I said, fucking back against Trey’s cock. I wanted double penetration so badly, it was distracting me from what I had right now. The cock and the toy inside me were so good, they’d gotten me to the edge without me even noticing.
Trey hit my g-spot, and waves of pleasure rushed through me. I bent my head, going silent as I clenched my jaw. My body tensed up, and the men around me grabbed and caressed me. Wave after wave of ecstasy took over me, and as I came, I felt Trey gush within me, too.
As I recovered, I was satisfied, and yet still disappointed as well. Were they really just worried about the physical effects on me? Or were they holding back as another form of psychological torture? It seemed like something they would do.
I wanted them to fuck my ass more than anything. The fact that they wouldn’t do it gave them power over me.
And they already had more than enough of that.
THIRTEEN
As unbelievable as all of it was, I was getting comfortable in my new life and my relationship.
I was over at Richmond’s almost every night, and I was almost beginning to wonder if I should give up my apartment. It felt redundant to have a place of my own when I barely even used it. I’d neglected my plants so much they were barely hanging onto life.
The alphas hadn’t fucked me in the ass yet, which annoyed me to an extent. Ever since that time with the toy, I wanted it more and more. I could be patient, but I didn’t want to wait forever, and I wasn’t sure why they were holding out on me.
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