Theirs to Pleasure: a Reverse Harem Romance

by Stasia Black

  “The only way you get through this is by giving in, baby doll. Give it all up to us.”

  He lifted one leg up on the couch and leaned in, rubbing the fat head of his cock up and down her dripping pussy.

  She shuddered and Henry let out a sharp, pleasured curse. She must have started sucking more fervently or even bit down a little in response to Jonas stimulating her. She shouldn’t be right on the edge of climax anymore, but she was still probably close enough.

  He circled her clit with his head and Jesus, her flesh was so soft, so wet.

  “You ready to be punished, baby?”

  The only response he got was the rapid lift and drop of her chest, those perfect breasts heaving. Charlie played with her nipples. Gentler than Jonas would have, but it was the stimulation that was important.

  Jonas lined himself up at her entrance.

  He could have eased himself in. Let her accommodate his girth with Rafe in her ass, inch by slow inch.

  Yes, he could have done that.

  But she needed punishing. She wanted it, and frankly, he wanted to give it to her for lying by omission.

  So when he sank his cock into the hot depths of her pussy, he shoved in relentlessly, thrusting hard until he was buried to the root.

  Shay cried out around Henry’s cock.

  Her whole body had gone tense, her sex clenching like a vise around him as if she was trying to force him out even as he pushed in.

  He watched her hand. It was limp, not even poised to attempt snapping.

  So he pulled back the slightest bit and then drove in again. She cried out and clenched even tighter, though Jonas wouldn’t have thought that was fucking possible. She was clenching so hard that, combined with the already tight fit of her sex with Rafe’s shaft buried up her ass, it was almost painful. The best pain Jonas had ever experienced in his entire fucking life.

  “Surrender,” Jonas growled, pulling back and then ramming in again, so quickly that the sound of his balls slapping her ass echoed in the room. “It’s the only way.”

  Her brows were drawn so tightly together and she choked around Henry’s cock. Henry had apparently gotten fully on board with the program, because he wasn’t taking it easy on her, either. He fucked the inside of her cheek with one thrust, then a few light bobs, then down her throat. Spittle dripped down the edges of her mouth. There was nothing pretty or ladylike about what they were doing to her.

  This was stripped down.

  Raw.

  Fucking.

  Bulldozing those walls she’d tried to erect around herself.

  Tearing her down so she could rebuild stronger, more solid, and more secure. With them at her side. Her side, as equals. The bedroom was the only place he’d ask to be called Master. Because this woman, this gorgeous woman was so damn strong. He had no idea what she’d survived to get here tonight, so alive and perfect underneath them. But he thanked everything in the universe that she was. And now she needed to know she didn’t have to fight alone anymore. She had a family now.

  So he fucked her without mercy.

  He stretched her pussy to its limits and then fucked her harder to push her beyond anything she’d taken before.

  And for a long time, Jonas couldn’t tell how long, time had almost lost its meaning in the sweaty haze of sex and lust and longing and Shay, but he was so in tune with her body, he witnessed the moment.

  He had dropped a hand between them, toying with her clitoris every so often, bringing her to the brink and then pulling back, careful to fuck her at an angle that provided no friction to the place she needed most.

  And then it came—the beautiful, holy moment when she surrendered.

  There were no words. No explicit signals.

  But her entire body relaxed and went liquid. She yielded her every hole to them. She gave over her entire body. And where the body goes, the soul will follow.

  His beautiful, beautiful baby doll.

  Jonas wanted to shout her praise from the rooftops. He wanted to scream it from the mountains.

  He’d been doing mostly shallow lunges, but now he sank the deepest he had since his first thrust, aiming for her G-spot.

  At the same time, he dropped a hand between them to stroke her engorged bud.

  She went off in seconds.

  “Come on her chest, Henry,” Jonas ordered. He didn’t want her having to gag on a cock through her orgasm. He just wanted her to feel every moment of the sensations they were ripping from her body.

  The moment Henry pulled his cock out, Charlie maneuvered his body to kiss Shay, cupping her limp head in his hands as she cried her release. It was awkward with all of them bent over her, but Charlie didn’t seem to care, and neither did Shay who shuddered and screamed and arched and then shuddered some more.

  Jonas kept fucking her through it, amazed when it just kept going. Ten seconds. Fifteen. She was still coming. Wave after wave seemed to hit her. It was the most magnificent thing he’d ever fucking seen.

  Hold it. Jesus fucking Christ, hold it in.

  The bottom of Jonas’s spine lit up and he knew he was about two seconds away from losing it. But, no, dammit, he had to see this through.

  Rafe seemed to be having the same problem, because a long, almost pained grunt came from behind Shay as they fucked her in tandem—in, out, in, out, and then—

  Jonas couldn’t take it anymore. He sank to the root and held himself there. Even the tiniest bit of friction could send him over at this point. When Rafe pulled out and pushed back in one last time, Jonas thought that was it. His balls drew up and he felt his own orgasm start to quake through his body.

  It was only by harkening back to his long years of discipline that he was able to force it back. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut against the glorious site of Shay’s cum-covered tits. Apparently Henry had let go too.

  But there was too much at stake. Too much at fucking stake.

  Jonas pulled out of Shay and, before she was even done shuddering from her orgasm, he stood up and drew her into his arms.

  Jonas only spared the briefest glance to Rafe, who was sitting on the couch with his head leaned back, his mouth dropped open and eyebrows up in astonishment like his world had just been blown a-fucking-part.

  Henry sat on the couch beside him with a similar expression. Meanwhile, Gabriel and Charlie were right on Jonas’s heels, following as he took Shay and deposited her in the center of the bed.

  Jonas immediately crawled over her and sank back inside her. The few moments of not being gloved by the world’s most perfect pussy had helped his sanity a little bit, but he felt his balls draw up just as tight the second her hot flesh closed around him again.

  But he had a fucking mission. She’d surrendered and he was taking the goddamned spoils before she decided to close back up again.

  He braced one hand beside her head and with the other, he teased at her clit again. She gasped and her eyes flew wide. Within two strokes, her features were contorting again—almost as if she’d never finished her marathon orgasm on the couch and she was just picking up where she’d left off.

  “Good, that’s right, baby doll,” Jonas murmured. “You let yourself go for us.”

  Charlie crawled onto the bed and cleaned Henry’s cum off her chest with a damp towel he must have run and gotten from the bathroom. As soon as she was cleaned up, he dropped his head to suckle one of her nipples. She arched into Charlie and her features contorted even more, a high-pitched keening noise coming from her throat as they took her higher and higher.

  Jonas fucked her slow and they continued pleasuring her until her breathing grew more regular, her legs only spasming briefly.

  Then Jonas moved so that he hovered over her completely, elbows braced on either side of her face.

  “Now tell us, baby. What is it you’ve been hiding? What has you feeling so ashamed?”

  She bit her lip and looked down. Which was ridiculous, because Jonas was so close, he took up her entire field of vision. Do
wn, up, left, right, it was only more him. Or Charlie or Gabriel who’d climbed on the bed on either side of him.

  It was time to face the music. If she tried to backtrack, so help him God, he’d—

  A tear trickled down her left cheek and it was like a knife to Jonas’s kidneys. His first impulse was to back away. Tell her it was okay, everything was fine. She didn’t have to tell them anything, he’d just hold her all night.

  But that was the coward’s way out. It wasn’t what would help Shay. To set a bone, sometimes you had to break it. So even if it tore him apart, he’d see this through.

  “Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me now.”

  Her eyes flashed up to him and for the first time all night, they weren’t full of defiance. She looked… like she felt helpless.

  “Oh baby.” He leaned down and kissed down her temple, over to her cheek, again tasting her tears. “Just tell me, baby. You’re not alone anymore. You don’t have to carry this alone.”

  When he pulled back, it was to see her swallowing. And when she raised her eyes again, there was something new there. Trust? Or at least a willingness to take a chance on him? On them?

  “In Travisville, I wasn’t just a maid,” she said. She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around Jonas’s waist like she needed something solid to anchor herself to. He didn’t expect the swell of emotion the action gave him. He continued moving inside her, inching so slowly in and out it was more like a caressing internal touch than sex at all. Another means of grounding her.

  “What did you do there, baby?” Jonas asked, starting his slow thrust inward again.

  She bit her lip, but finally answered. “There was a powerful man there. He took me as his woman. And I— He forced me to do terrible things sometimes. And I did them. Because I was…” she trailed off and more tears cascaded down her cheeks. She hiccupped for breath and Charlie was right there, caressing her hair back from her face and whispering, “Shhh, shhh, sweetheart, you’re doing so good. You’re perfect. You’re doing so good.”

  Jonas noticed Henry had come up behind Charlie, a concerned expression on his face as he watched their wife in such distress.

  Shay took another gulp of breath and then continued, her voice wobbly. “I was pregnant when the bombs dropped. This man took me in. And when the baby came…” Her eyes squeezed shut briefly before she went on. “He wasn’t happy the baby wasn’t his. H— He didn’t treat me well. But he kept me and my son. And eventually I had another baby. Nicole. Nicky for short. Matthew and Nicky. Matthew and Nicky,” she repeated before dissolving into sobs.

  Gabriel leaned in and Jonas lifted up some so he could embrace Shay. He whispered to her in Spanish. Jonas wasn’t sure if Shay spoke Spanish or could understand him, but she seemed soothed by it all the same.

  After several minutes, she was calm enough to continue, hiccupping every few moments. Henry handed her a handkerchief to wipe her eyes and nose.

  Jonas’s heart was already torn in two because there was no way this story had a happy ending.

  “The man didn’t treat me well. But it was when he hit Matthew and threatened Nicky…” She hiccupped. “That was when I knew I had to get them out of there. So I made a plan to escape. I’d get us out. All three of us.”

  She shook her head, the tears pouring out of her eyes indiscriminately now. “We didn’t even make it past the first checkpoint. I’d hidden us in the back of a supply truck. But there were some red ants, I don’t know if they were on the vegetables that were in the truck or if we carried them in our clothes. But one of the ants bit little Nicky and she started wailing loud enough to wake the dead. We were dragged out and— and—” She squeezed her eyes shut again, her face contorting.

  “That was when he branded me. And Matthew and Nicky— He— They—” She broke down sobbing, unable to keep talking.

  “Where are they now?” Gabriel asked, grasping her hand and pulling it to his lips, a deep furrow of concern between his eyebrows.

  “Gone,” she whispered hoarsely, scrubbing at her eyes with her palm. “They’re gone. And it’s all my fault. All of this, it’s my fault. The things I did. I was just trying to protect them, but I’ve done terrible things.”

  Jonas could only shake his head and hold her to him. Oh Lord, he’d never expected something like this. The first part, yes. He knew there was no way she’d been just a maid. Sexual subjugation or even slavery, that he’d been prepared for. But children? She’d lost her children?

  How could they— There was no way to make that better. To heal that wound. Jonas had never felt more helpless in his life.

  “Please,” Shay whispered, and Jonas dragged his eyes back to hers. She shook her head like she was pleading with him but he didn’t know for what.

  Her pained confession had shrunk his cockstand when moments earlier he would have sworn nothing could. But when he moved his hips to pull his half-hard cock out of her, she only clenched her legs around his waist even tighter.

  And again, that one word, “Please,” so deep and growled like it was dragged from the depths of her being.

  Oh Shay. He knew his pity would do her no good, even though it went so much deeper. It wasn’t what she needed. And he’d sworn to himself that tonight was all about her needs, not his.

  So no matter that he felt out of his depth, he would take his cues from her. And they’d just wrenched one of her deepest, darkest truths from her. There was no turning back now.

  So instead of pulling away, Jonas pushed back in.

  It wasn’t difficult to get hard again. One look at her beautiful breasts, her tearstained face and the way she was laid out so vulnerable and perfect before him—his cock was stiff in fifteen seconds.

  Every one of her husbands laid hands on her while Jonas fu— No. He cut the thought short. This wasn’t fucking.

  For the first time since the early months of his first marriage, Jonas was making love.

  Shay tipped her head back and her hands went out, bracing herself on Gabriel’s arm on one side, and Charlie’s on the other. Henry slid in between Charlie and the headboard, stroking Shay’s hair. Rafe came up behind Jonas to caress her legs.

  Altogether, as one, they made love, hearts breaking and mending and then breaking again at the thought of everything Shay had been through.

  For the first time in years, Jonas found himself praying. God, please heal the unhealable. Let her find peace here with us. He knew they’d never be able to fill the hole her children had left behind. His Shay would always be incomplete and it was a sadness she’d live with their entire lives. But if she’d just let them love her through it—

  Love.

  The thought hit him like a sledgehammer in the face.

  He loved her. But it was too soon. He couldn’t— He knew he wanted to help her and he—

  But as she clenched around him and he looked into her green, fathomless eyes, he couldn’t deny the truth.

  He loved his wife.

  It was only luck that he’d been grinding against Shay with each thrust and she came again at that moment, clenching around him as her shudders began.

  Because he absolutely lost it. There was no holding back after he realized he loved her. He clutched her to him as he emptied inside her once, twice, and a third spurt as he came so hard it felt like his body was exploding into a supernova and being swallowed up by hers.

  He slumped to the side, carrying her with him. He couldn’t bear to lose contact with her. Couldn’t lose her. Ever.

  It only went to show, he might have been the dominant tonight, but in the end it was Shay who’d mastered all of them completely.

  Chapter 19

  SHAY

  The sun beat down on Shay’s head the next day as she walked through the narrow lanes between the heaps of garbage in the Scrapper Yard.

  It was so hot. And not just because of the intense Texas sun. Last night had been… She shook her head as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail, feeling the sore muscles in her arms as she lif
ted them. God, every part of her was sore. Which only served as more of a reminder of the night she knew she’d never forget.

  All day it had been replaying on an endless loop in her head. Every moment… every touch… She trailed her fingers along her collarbone.

  When Jonas had entered her at the end, she didn’t think she could take it. He was too much. She was too small and they were too much. It was all just… too much.

  She’d thought she could keep them out. Keep them out of her heart even as she let them fill her body.

  She took a shaky breath as her eyes skimmed over the piles of junk.

  Then she swallowed hard as she glanced behind her, seeing Rafe right on her heels. Her ass cheeks clenched even at the sight of him.

  He’d been inside the most secret part of her for so long last night. Splitting her wide open with his… her eyes dropped to the camo cargo pants he was wearing.

  “You keep starin’ and I’m gonna have to give you something to look at, honey.”

  Shay’s gaze jerked back up to his face. From the dark look in his eyes, he was remembering last night in just as much detail as she was.

  She turned away from him and hurried down the little path, lifting a hand to her cheek and taking several deep breaths.

  She couldn’t believe she was acting like such a schoolgirl right now. She wanted to laugh at the ludicrousness of the situation.

  Lives might dangle in the balance and all she could think about was the amazing sex she’d had last night.

  And just like that, all the worries that had momentarily subsided came flooding back in.

  She didn’t know the particulars of Jason’s plan—he only revealed the part you needed to know to accomplish what he wanted of you—but she knew he’d wanted Jacob’s Well Township for years, even back when she lived with him and the kids in his sprawling mansion on the hill.

  At the time he’d been too busy defending and establishing his own borders and setting up steady supply chains. But the past few years the crackdowns had largely put a stop to the looters and road bandits who attacked supply caravans.