by Mia Luxe
“Fuck me, Caden,” I gasp, unable to resist, and his fingers slide out of my pussy. For a short second I feel empty… Until he thrusts his huge dick into me in one, firm thrust.
Ecstasy washes over me at the feeling of being stretched and filled by him. He fucks me hard and fast, splitting me apart, stretching me as I luxuriate in the feeling of giving in completely.
The hiss of air fills me with fear as the flogger comes down hard on my ass. I scream out in pain and pleasure as Caden fucks me harder and harder, until my arms give out. My face presses into the blankets of the bed as Caden ruins me, bringing me closer and closer to my release. I know I’m going to have to beg to cum, and I moan out in humiliation and need.
“Cum for your master,” growls Caden, and his words send me over the edge. A flash of white hot pleasure overcomes me as my pussy clenches down hard on his massive dick. He grunts hard, and brings down the flogger harder than ever before – even as he shoots his huge load deep inside me. I scream out, my cry sounding like a different person as my body shakes, and shudders, and the dominant alpha fills me with his seed.
19
Sierra
Two weeks later.
I proudly open The Herald to the Sports Section. One the front is a picture of Jason, Caden, Ford and I standing in front of the orphanage, with Bobby, Bella and Trevon standing next to us. I had the idea for the picture as we left the interview.
The article laughs at the tabloid magazine, explaining the misunderstanding to add a humorous slant to the events of the past few weeks – before delving into the heartbreaking reality of what will happen if the orphanage closes down.
There’s a surge of guilt that washes over me when I see the three men. I haven’t told Jason or Ford that I broke the rules of our agreement. Although I’m with all three of these men, it feels like I cheated on Jason and Ford by going behind their backs and succumbing to Caden’s commands.
How could I resist? All three of them are so dominant and commanding, but there’s a cruelness to Caden that’s like a drug.
Rebecca and I watched every Ravens game from the living room, and although I ached to see them, I managed to resist every urge in my body to go to the stadium as the O Line crushed the second round of the playoffs. There are now only two teams between them and the Stanley Cup.
I just hope we get all the money we need.
The article is perfect, ending with a plea for donations – but I don’t know if it will be enough. My beat-up laptop is in front of me, and I watch as Rebecca streams.
“Alright! Hour twenty of the non-stop, three-day live stream for the kids!”
Rebecca is insane. She pledged to stream for 72 hours straight with breaks for the bathroom only. She’s on her fourth Red Bull. I’m in charge of bringing her refills of granola bars and energy drinks, and I only hope the caffeine won’t give her a heart attack.
I gulp. I promised Rebecca I’d come on stream at the 20-hour mark and talk about the orphanage. I’m still reeling from doing an interview for Sports Sunday, and this isn’t going to be easy.
The website that she streams on, Twitch TV, is a gaming platform where people can watch streamers play video games online. There is a chat feature, and I’ve already seen twenty gifs of me at my first interview, failing humiliatingly in front of the world.
Thank God my infamy seems to be only on the internet… For now.
There are thirty-thousand people watching live, and I have to go in front of them and explain the charity.
I close my laptop and trudge to the door of Rebecca’s room, my mouth dry.
Rebecca looks over, giving me a warm smile as I stand at the threshold of the door. I’m dressed in a nice sweater and jeans. I thought about going for a more professional look, but I don’t want anyone to be thinking about the first interview I did on live TV where I absolutely bombed.
“Hey Sierra, I’m just in lobby for a game. Now’s the perfect time for you to come on!”
I gulp and nod, stepping in. I’ll never understand exactly what she does in her games, but I do understand that thirty-thousand pairs of eyes are staring at me.
“Hi, everyone,” I say, waving at the screen.
I look at the chat. There are hundreds of messages, most saying “Hi Sport Sunday!” Others say “She’s hot!” and, for some reason, “grill.”
This is going to be a disaster. Everyone is laughing at me.
“Everyone, be nice. Sierra is shy, and this is the first time she’s appearing on my stream.”
“What does grill mean?”
Rebecca laughs. “It’s another word for girl. Don’t ask. Alright, I’m in champion selection, so let’s do this. Sierra is the reason for this 72-hour stream. She’s raising money for a really important charity, the Bronx Orphanage.”
Do it for the kids.
I bite my lip, standing directly in front of the camera. I try to smile confidently.
“Hi, everyone! Thanks so much for watching! It’s going to be tough to reach our goal to keep the orphanage open, but every little bit you donate is going to help keep kids together, instead of split apart from their lifelong friends.”
Rebecca nods. “I haven’t told Sierra how much we’ve raised so far.”
I smile weakly. “Well, every bit helps, so…”
My heart is pounding. All I want to do is rush away from the camera and get out of sight of all these people watching me.
Rebecca grins. “We’ve already raised twenty thousand! Thanks so much to everyone, and keep those donations coming!”
I gasp. “Oh, my God, are you serious?”
She nods. “And there’s more coming. Alright, Sierra is probably dying from stage fright right now… Should we make her stay and answer questions, or let her go?”
My jaw drops. Rebecca laughs at my horrified expression. “Just kidding. You can go. Alright, stream, you heard it from the horse’s mouth! This is a powerful cause.”
I dart out of the room and collapse on the couch. Anyone else could have gotten in front of that camera easily. For me, it’s the hardest thing in the world.
My smile comes over my face. I can’t help it.
Twenty thousand! That’s amazing. It’s not going to be enough to save the orphanage, but maybe – just maybe – it will be enough to help the lives of some of those kids.
20
Ford
I sip beer in my penthouse while Caden and Jason do the same, all of us silent. All we can do is rest and recuperate. The elevator door opens, and Marissa Tang comes in right on time.
“Boys, boys! Great job today. You guys crushed it. Round two. Excellent.”
We don’t answer, each of us nursing bruises. I simply nod.
“I flew in because I have big news. A French energy drink company, Super Vivant – that means super alive – just gave me an offer. This whole orphanage publicity is working great.”
Jason bares his teeth. “This isn’t a fucking publicity stunt. Lives are at stake.”
I hold my hand up to quiet him. “We’re all a little fucking sore and edgy right now. Forgive us.”
“Forgiven. They are offering $2.75 million yearly. I’m going to get it up to a million each. Per year.”
My jaw drops. “That’s serious money.”
“Jesus,” says Jason.
Caden furrows his brows, calculating. “That’s enough to save the orphanage, with a little help. We’ll have to get a loan, beg and borrow from the banks… But with this partnership, our salaries, plus Sierra’s work… Holy fuck. We’re going to do this! We’re going to save the fucking orphanage!”
Caden stands up, a grin splitting his face. I give him a high five, our hands slapping together. The three of us fist-bump quickly.
“So, what would this entail?”
If Marissa Tang is amused by our antics, she doesn’t show it. “Branded water bottles in your games. Commercials. Represent the brand. Super Vivant is trying to make inroads into the North American Market on a budget, which m
eans hockey – not football or baseball, where they’d have to spend ten times as much.”
Caden grabs a pen from the counter. “Where do I sign?”
Marissa ignores him, sliding a folder across the counter. “Slow down, cowboys. Talk to your lawyer.”
I reach out to grab the folder. She doesn’t let go, staring directly into my eye. I’ve faced down 250-pound fighters, and yet I’ve never seen someone so intimidating.
“You need to tell me right now what’s going on with Sierra. First, you tell me Caden’s dating her. Now she’s doing a story on the three of you. What’s the truth?”
I don’t flinch. “That was her choice. She didn’t want the world to think she’s sleeping with Caden just to further her career. This won’t hurt us.”
Marissa nods, letting go off the contract. She turns to fix her gaze on Caden, looking for any sign of weakness. “So, you won’t be seeing again, then?”
Caden shakes his head. “In New York, she’s just… Uh… She’s just a journalist, and I’m just an athlete.”
My eyes narrow at the way he answers. Marissa Tang looks at him with scrying eyes.
“Really. Just a journalist? You’re not very convincing… But it doesn’t matter. If the truth comes out, you just need to let me know as soon as possible. I can spin it in our favor. I’ve got eyes on the situation, but I need to get ahead of it first. We can play up the shyness, really work this in our favor if it does come to it. You three go talk to your lawyers. Super Vivant is very eager to sign you and get started.”
Marissa Tang leaves, and I look at Caden with suspicion. There’s something off about him.
It’s like he’s won a contest against me. One I didn’t even know I’d been playing.
“It’s been hard, not seeing Sierra. Hasn’t it, Caden?” I ask the question casually, looking for any flicker in his eyes.
Caden looks away for a split-second, but I catch it.
Something’s going on.
Jason senses something too. “What’s up, Caden? Why was Marissa so suspicious of you?”
He shrugs. “Nothing.”
“Bullshit. You saw her, didn’t you? You fucking went behind our backs – after everything we’d agreed!”
Caden shrugs, and grins. “Fuck it. What’s there to hide? She likes me best.”
Jason gets to him before I can. He gets him in a headlock, pulling him to the floor.
“You fucking asshole! You risked everything for your dick,” I growl as I watch Jason chocking him out. Caden sputters, unable to talk, and I motion to Jason. He lets go slightly, letting him breathe.
“I was careful! She wasn’t seen! We went to a hotel.”
I snap my fingers, and Jason squeezes harder. Caden starts to go red before he lets him go. Caden finally gasps for air.
“Let him go. You fucking asshole, Caden. We all agreed we wouldn’t see Sierra in New York because it’s too risky.”
The two men pull themselves up slowly. Caden glares at Jason, but I know secretly he knows he deserved it.
“You know the deal.”
Caden squeezes his eyes shut. “Goddammit. Alright.”
He walks forward, wincing already.
We grew up together, and when one of us fucked the others over, we had to find a way to keep the peace.
The loud crack of my open palm slap fills the room.
“Fuck, that stings!”
Jason grunts, and Caden turns, his cheek red. Jason slaps him across the same cheek, and Caden almost falls.
“Goddammit, I hate our rules,” whines Caden.
“We aren’t even yet. We’re going to talk to her about this. It isn’t right she went to see you without telling us. If the four of us are going to work out, we all need to be honest with each other. I’ll text her that we have good news, and that we’ve got to meet somewhere.”
Jason nods. “You’re right. I don’t like the idea of anyone going behind anyone’s backs. We’re teammates. Not enemies. Hmm. I’ll think of a place where we can all three meet in privacy. Obviously, Sierra doesn’t mind breaking the rules anymore.”
Caden grins. “Well, she broke them for me – I don’t know about you two lunks.”
Jason raises his hand, and Caden backs up before he can be slapped again.
I’ll get to see Sierra tonight.
“How did you convince her?”
Caden grins. “You two don’t know what she needs. She loves being punished. She’s a perfect little submissive. She just didn’t know it until now.”
My cock surges, and I smile. “Well, well. I bet she’ll be feeling pretty bad about going behind our backs...”
Jason grins. “Ford and I get her all to ourselves tonight. You stay back as penance.”
“That’s not fair!” Says Caden.
I shrug. “You shouldn’t have gone behind our backs.”
I’m going to enjoy watching her squirm.
21
Sierra
I’m humming with energy as I wait for the subway.
It’s all working out. I’m on my way to my work at The Herald to collect my very first cheque as a published journalist. I know Bob is going to happy with my work. He put it on the front page, after all.
I wish my dad could see me now.
Occasionally, I check on Rebecca’s stream using my phone. I want to save my data, so I watch in short, ten-second bursts – just enough to see the donations creeping up to $22,000 dollars. My phone buzzes.
I’ve got great news. We need to meet tonight to celebrate and tell you in person.
I smile at the text from Ford, wondering what it could be. Something about the orphanage? It must be! God, I wish I could see them in public.
I shift to the right. There’s a man in a black peacoat standing a little too close to me.
How can I see them in secret?
We said we wouldn’t meet up in New York.
I text back, hoping they’ll find a secret place.
My phone buzzes instantly.
That didn’t stop you from seeing Caden… Jason and I are going to enjoy punishing you for that.
My jaw drops.
Oh, fuck. They know. I’m such a jerk. They don’t seem too mad… But it still looks like I’m going to have trouble sitting down tonight!
I shudder. Caden is naturally cruel, but I wonder exactly how Jason or Ford would dominate me. Ford likes to make me admit every dirty thought I have to him, and Jason enjoys making me feel more pleasure than I can handle. They order me around in bed and tell me what do already naturally… What will they be like when they-re in full dominant mode?
Being dominated by two men at once… Can I handle it?
The subway races towards me, and I smile, my spirits lifted. I might have to keep my relationship secret for now, but everything’s going to work out. I can feel it.
“You shouldn’t have tried to save the orphanage,” says the man in the peacoat, in a thick Russian accent.
He turns his head, his black Ray Bans reflecting my terrified face as he grabs my shoulders and throws me towards the oncoming train.
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