by Sofia Daniel
“Squeeze her nipples,” Henry said in a strangled voice.
Blake rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, making heat flush through my body and settle in my throbbing core.
“Undo four buttons of that blouse, and I’ll make you feel really good,” Blake murmured into my ear.
Of their own volition, my hands scrambled to unbutton my shirt. Arousal made my head spin, and the pulse between my ears pounded so hard, I forgot to stop at four and unfastened all the buttons. Blake pulled back the fabric, revealing my white, lacy bra to his friends. Henry whistled, and Edward smirked.
“Nice work.” He swiped both thumbs against my nipples, making me grind against his erection and clench the muscles of my sopping core. “Do you want my mouth?”
I gave the slightest of nods.
“Where do you want it? Say it out loud, so the others can hear.”
I gulped. “O-on my nipples.”
“May I take off your bra?”
Before I’d finished nodding, he unhooked my bra and peeled the straps down my arms. The garment fell to the ground, exposing my breasts to the triumvirate. A flush heated my cheeks. So far, only Edward had seen me at this level of undress.
Henry leaned forward, green eyes wide. “Come here.”
Blake wrapped his arms around my middle and walked me across the study. He took his seat on the Chesterfield, on Henry’s other side, leaving me standing alone before three hungry gazes.
A pleasant shiver ran down my spine. The triumvirate had me half-naked, squirming, yearning for their touch. I was completely at their mercy, and there was not a thing I wanted to do about it.
Chapter 7
Henry’s gaze roved from one breast to another. “Are you ready to beg for our tongues?”
The heat on my cheeks traveled down between my legs, making my core throb with need. I wanted to say no. To tell them they didn’t own me, but the words died in my throat. Henry’s gaze flicked up to mine, and the look of hunger burning in his verdant, green eyes made my knees want to buckle.
“Yes,” I whispered through clenched teeth.
“Yes, what?” asked Blake from Henry’s left. The smirk in his voice told me how much he enjoyed watching me squirm.
“I’ve lost track of this entire conversation,” drawled Edward. “Emilia was supposed to beg for something, but so far all I’ve heard are monosyllabic answers.”
I peered down at the bulge in his pants, and my nipples tightened and ached to be touched. As much as it irked me not to be in charge, I yearned for the triumvirate. All three of them. Together.
“P-pleasure me with your tongues.” I gulped. “Please.”
“That wasn’t so difficult to admit.” Satisfaction laced Blake’s voice, and his chocolate-brown eyes twinkled with mischief.
“I thought you said you’d make me feel good.”
He smirked, letting his gaze linger on my exposed breasts. “All in good time.”
“Take off your skirt.” Henry’s voice was hoarse.
“But you’re going to—”
“That inspection I promised.” His gaze burned through mine. “And the retribution for squeezing my balls at assembly. It’s happening, now. Take off your skirt.”
The muscles of my core rippled at his command, and my trembling fingers scrabbled at the buttons on my waistband. Curiosity made my breath hitch. How far would they take this game before they gave me what I wanted? After unzipping my skirt, I released the fabric and let it drop to my feet.
Henry reached out a hand and skimmed his fingertips over my thighs, each touch sending pleasant tingles across my skin. He ran a finger along the lace trimming of my white panties. “Very nice.” His voice was breathy. “Now, take off your knickers.”
I took a step closer and stood between his spread legs. “If you want them off, you’ll have to do it yourself.”
“With pleasure.” Henry’s fingers skimmed my lower belly, reminding me of the time he lay behind me on that filthy mattress and stroked me to orgasm. A hot breath huffed from between my parted lips. He was drawing this out deliberately. Perhaps as revenge for—I pushed away the thoughts of Rudolph’s machinations and focussed on the sweep of those fingers against my skin, and on the arousal pounding between my legs.
Henry hooked his fingers beneath the lace and, with a smirk, pulled them down over my thighs and past my knees. The panties landed at my ankles, and I kicked them to the side.
All three pairs of eyes roved up and down my naked form, and I had to force my arms not to wrap around myself.
“Why am I the only one here naked?” I muttered.
Blake smirked. “Because we own you.”
Edward picked up the scrap of lace, held it to his nose, groaned, and stuffed them into the pocket of his pants.
I swallowed hard. “Why are you sniffing my panties?”
His blue eyes sparkled with want. “Because you smell delectable.”
I squeezed my thighs together and squirmed. Was it that obvious I was aroused?
“Turn around,” Henry rasped.
“Why?”
“I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing you from this angle.”
Rolling my eyes, I turned around to give the triumvirate a view of my ass. They’d probably never seen that before, either. I clasped my arms around my front and squeezed my thighs together.
Blake whistled. “Gorgeous legs.”
Henry’s large hand cupped an ass cheek and squeezed. “Even better arse. Now,” he said in a strangulated voice, “Bend over.”
A tingle of apprehension spread across my skin. At the same time, arousal shot through my core and made my nipples throb. I whispered, “What?”
Edward stroked a path down the side of my thigh with his fingertips. “Or you can sit at my desk for the rest of the day and finish your prep… naked.”
“And unfulfilled.” Blake’s smoky voice curled around my hardened nipples.
My tongue darted out to lick my lips. If Blake hadn’t gotten me so worked up, I might have taken up Edward on his offer to hide behind the wooden desk. Henry’s fingers trailed up and down my ass, and each of his ragged breaths made my skin tingle with the need to be touched… by all six of their hands.
I swallowed hard. There’d be no turning back if I bent over for him, but I’d already gone this far, and this striptease had gotten me so hot and excited for the triumvirate. No matter how much they claimed to be in control, eventually, one of them would crack and give me what I needed.
I placed my hands on my thighs and bent over. Henry drew in a sharp breath through his teeth and scooted forward onto the edge of the Chesterfield sofa. My own breath caught in the back of my throat. No one had ever seen me from this angle. What if they thought badly of me because I’d done as they asked?
With a groan, Henry grabbed both sides of my hips with his large, warm hands. “Fuck, you look so good.”
“So wet,” said Blake, his fingers trailing up my slit.
Shudders traveled from where his flesh met mine, all the way up my spine. I bit down hard on my bottom lip to suppress a moan.
“Positively delectable.” Edward’s hand cupped my breast.
“Open your legs.” Henry’s thumbs parted my outer lips. “I owe you an inspection.”
My clit throbbed in anticipation of being touched, and I widened my stance, revealing myself to the triumvirate. A draft blew on my newly exposed flesh, but nothing could cool the humiliation burning under my cheeks. Fixing my gaze up ahead at the empty fireplace beyond Edward’s mahogany desk, I calmed my breaths.
“I’m going to stick my tongue into your hole,” said Henry.
A shocked thrill of anticipation made a whimper reverberate in my throat.
Edward chuckled. “What happened to the inspection?”
“It’s taking place right now,” Henry growled.
Excitement rippled low in my belly. All those promises, all those threats, had culminated in this. I turned my head to catch a g
limpse of the boys. Edward sat at the edge of his seat, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He bent his neck, dark hair covering most of his features, but his entire length jutted through his pants, telegraphing his arousal.
On the other side of Henry, Blake slid his hand over my clit and stroked circles around the sensitive flesh. A frown of concentration settled on his brow as his clever, questing fingers played me like an instrument.
The muscles of my core quivered. I needed Henry’s tongue. Now.
Henry leaned forward. His hot breath puffed against my sopping folds, and with the lightest of touches, his tongue skimmed my outer lips, making me cry out with frustration. The tease was drawing this out. He wanted me to plead.
My hands clutched at my knees, and I widened my stance, exposing more of myself to Henry’s watchful gaze. Growling with approval, he clamped his lips on one of my folds and sucked.
The muscles of my back stiffened and pleasure surged through my lower half. It wasn’t quite where I wanted his mouth, and he knew it. The person who I had become last term would have straightened, taken Edward’s get-out clause, and hidden behind my desk to complete my prep, but I’d missed the boys so much. I would never admit that to them, though.
Trying and failing to keep the breathiness out of my voice, I ground out, “Henry… please.”
“I suppose I could oblige, since you’ve asked so nicely,” he said with a smirk in his voice.
Henry ran his flattened tongue down the length of my slit, making ripples of pleasure rush up my core.
A gasp caught in my throat. “Now.”
Edward scooted forward and gave my nipples a gentle tug, while Blake’s fingertips continued rubbing those maddeningly pleasurable circles over my clit. Sparks of delight travelled up and down my thighs, picking up speed with each revolution.
Still clutching at my buttocks, Henry spread me open with my thumbs, further exposing me to his scrutiny. I throbbed with need, and more heat rushed to my core. I was about to yell, when his tongue flickered over my entrance.
A shudder seized me with such intensity, it made my thighs shake. “Oh!”
“See how much she wants this?” said Blake, his voice smug. “We could draw this out forever. How would you like that, Emilia? Being all hot and wet and wanton for us?”
“F-fuck you.” I replied through clenched teeth.
Blake chuckled, low and deep.
“Tut-tut.” Edward gave my nipple a hard squeeze that sent shards of pleasure down to my already throbbing clit. “What terrible manners. Any more talk like that, and I’ll have to wash out your mouth with a bar of soap.”
His commanding tone brought up a spark of challenge. My tongue darted out to lick my lips. “I can think of something better you can put in my mouth.”
Both Edward and Blake scrambled to their feet, but Edward stood in front of me first. Before I could crow over their own states of arousal, Henry’s hot and slippery and oh-so-pliable tongue slipped into my entrance, bringing with it the most intense rush of pleasure. I threw my head back and moaned.
The sound of a zipper brought my attention back to the front. My gaze dropped to the tip of Edward’s beautiful, thick penis. A bead of pre-cum glistened at its slit. My mouth watered, and I swallowed back a moan. As Henry tongue-fucked me, I parted my lips and let Edward slip his hard length into my mouth. He tasted of skin and salt and sexiness.
“Emilia,” Edward said through panting breaths. “You’ll soon learn the consequences of using foul language.”
Any reply I might have given him was stifled by his erection reaching the back of my throat, stopping short of my gag reflex. I hummed my appreciation and ran my tongue along the underside of his length.
Blake cleared his throat, and his bulbous tip filled one side of my vision. He was also wet with pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around his length, gathered up the liquid with my thumb, and rubbed it over his perfect prick.
“Yes,” Blake hissed through clenched teeth.
As much as I wanted to twist around and grab Henry’s dick, I couldn’t reach, and I didn’t want his inspection to end. Both his large hands spread me wider, and his entire face was buried between my ass cheeks. I might have flushed if I wasn’t already feverish from Edward’s slow and sensuous slide of his shaft up and down my tongue.
Blake pumped his hips in time with Edward’s thrusts, and I squeezed my hand around his thick, pulsing erection, enjoying the way he moaned and shuddered under my touch. For several moments, grunts and groans and slurping moans filled the air, and I breathed hard through my nostrils.
“Ummm…” My lips closed around Edward.
This was so insane. Me, pleasuring the entire triumvirate after everything that had happened between us the previous two terms. I’d moved from hating them to desiring them in my first term, then my lust had turned to loathing. Now, I wasn’t sure. Each of them had gotten under my skin, but did they mean to make me earn my forgiveness, or were they setting me up for another fall?
Henry’s tongue slid down to my exposed clit and sucked it between his lips, shoving aside my every thought. Spasms rocked my core as my climax hit with the force of a tidal wave. For a moment, my vision blacked out, and my knees buckled, but Henry’s strong hands on my hips kept me upright. Blood rushed through my ears, and my nerve endings roared with the intensity of my orgasm.
Both boys quickened their thrusts, and soon, Edward let out a low moan and filled my mouth with warm, bitter fluid. After swallowing, I turned my head to Blake and engulfed his length into my mouth.
“F-fuck!” he moaned with a climax as his semen hit the back of my throat.
Before I could swallow, Henry pulled me down astride his lap and plunged his tongue into my mouth, kissing and slurping up Blake’s cum. Our tongues tangled, and I reached down between our pressed-together bodies and pumped his hot, thick erection. My nerve endings still tingled from the aftershocks of my climax, and I squeezed my eyes shut, enjoying the sensations of Henry’s tongue in my mouth.
His length thickened and pulsed. Then he broke away, and with a shout, pumped ropes and ropes of cum up his hard, quivering six pack, and over his bulging pecs.
After catching my breath, I asked, “Did I pass your inspection?”
Henry blinked himself back to awareness and smirked. “Unfortunately, you failed. Now, you’ll have to suffer through weeks of remedial classes.”
I grinned back. “Let’s see if I do better next time.”
“It might take the entire term to see improvements.” Blake ran his fingers down my back.
“And of course, multiple interim inspections.” Edward kissed my sweaty cheek.
“Of course.” I rested my head on Henry’s shoulder and let out a happy sigh. If this was the triumvirate’s idea of revenge, I was totally game.
Henry’s mood lifted from that session, and he’d only need to give me a side-long look in public to make me flush. For the next few nights, the triumvirate held remedial lessons in Edward’s study, each ending with shuddering climaxes. Although none of the boys had brought up their requests to have me fix their reputations, their little games kept them distracted from previous grievances.
One evening, the head table was back on the podium and dressed with different settings. Coates, three of his friends from the rugby team, and all the doppelgängers were in attendance, but the seat in the middle of the table was empty. Edward stiffened for a fraction of a second but continued walking, muttering something under his breath about speaking to the staff. We followed him to a table in the middle of the room.
The servers, led by a middle-aged woman with hair tied into a bun, came to set our table with the special tablecloth, and Edward whispered to the supervisor. “I thought I told you there was to be no more head table.”
“You did, Mister Edward.” She smoothed down the tablecloth and stepped back to let her colleagues lay the table. “But those students set the table up on their own.”
“To what end?” he
asked.
“I’m not sure, sir.” She took a crystal water jug from an approaching server, laid it in the middle of the table, and scampered away.
The meal continued as normal. We started with a tuna Niçoise salad, followed by beef bourguignon. Coates, Wendy, and Patricia cast us knowing glances throughout the main course. I turned to Edward and asked, “Has anything happened?”
“What do you mean?”
“Those three are acting unusually triumphant,” I replied.
He gave me a minute shrug. “They’ve taken control of the head table. I suppose some people delight in petty victories.”
The twist in my gut told me they were planning something else that would turn the tide of their one-sided struggle for dominance over Elder House.
Just before the servers brought out dessert, a blonde figure sauntered through the doors. She wasn’t tall, but what she lacked in height, she made up with a voluptuous body. A hush fell across the dining room as she climbed up to the podium and took the seat next to Coates.
Henry squinted. “Is that—”
“Unfortunately,” replied Blake.
Edward sighed. “Another intolerable situation.”
I chewed the inside of my cheek. “What’s going on?”
“Take a closer look at that new girl,” muttered Blake.
There was something artificial about her face. Her nose was too straight, lips obviously filled, and the rest of her body seemed too thin to support the weight of those massive boobs. The only familiar things about her were the malevolent, hazel eyes that stared straight at me.
My stomach dropped, and I blurted out loud, “Charlotte?”
She grinned, revealing over-whitened teeth. “One and the same. And from this moment on, I’m the new Queen of Mercia Academy.”
The dining room erupted into cheers.
Chapter 8
So far, Charlotte’s self-styled reign consisted of greeting well-wishers from Edward’s usual seat at the head table, and it continued the next day at breakfast. She stood behind the table with her newly bleached hair styled in a bizarre side ponytail that accentuated the strangeness of her new features.
