by Dark Angel
“I did. Princess will love what they’ve done. You won’t even recognize the place now,” Derek says.
I scarf down my burger while we all talk; the food is excellent. Before I can ask for another beer, the waitress has one sitting in front of me. She must be searching for something big tonight.
Too bad for her, the only big thing she’s getting is a tip.
She’s at least more than earned that.
“Derek, bro, ask the designer to leave space for a meditation room. Our girl needs to relax more, and I plan on making that happen for her,” I add.
I know the three of them don’t agree, but she needs to find her Zen. After a few minutes, the call ends with all of us pleased about what’s going on. I can’t be happier that we’ve done something like this for Julia.
“So, everything is settled, right?” Xane asks.
“It is for me. I’m happy with how things turned out. Julia’s going to be surprised when she gets back,” Killian says as he tosses the cloth napkin on his plate.
“Well then, we need to go surprise Sweets!” I say, smiling wider than I ever have.
The food’s good, the company’s great, and this waitress has kept us amused all night. She can’t be older than 19 or 20, probably a college student to boot.
“Bros, we’ve frustrated this chick enough. How about we all toss in a hundred each and she can go out and buy herself a nice new dildo and think about us tonight?” I say mirthfully.
I toss a Benjamin on the table as we leave to go make our girl’s day.
Chapter 40
Julia
“Welcome back, Julia!”
The doorman greets me with an impressive smile this morning. Odd, but maybe he got laid over the last few days.
Three days ago, I departed on a vision quest of my own making. I needed to clear the trash from my head. I stop at the little coffee cart in the front entrance.
“A Kona blend, cream, and two sugars,” I say.
The odd glance I get from the barista lets me know that maybe this change inside of me won’t go unnoticed. I don’t order coffee this way. I guess people pay more attention to me than I realized.
Once she hands me the coffee, I bring the aromatic concoction to my nose. I love the smell of coffee—warm, rich, and inviting. I’m much better today than I was when I left days ago.
A short elevator ride to the twenty-eighth floor stops me in my tracks. The floor is empty except for four men standing at the entrance to my office.
My office, my workers, everything.
Gone?
“What the hell happened to my office? My things?” I ask, almost dropping my coffee from the shock.
I came back to what I thought would be a peaceful day, and all hell is suddenly breaking loose without my approval.
Derek walks closer. In his hand, he holds a black blindfold. A silk one.
“Give me the coffee, Princess,” Derek says, his hand held out to take the warm beverage.
Derek hands the coffee to Spencer, who takes a sip, smiling.
“Mmm, Kona. You remembered, Sweets,” he said.
I shake my head, still not understanding what’s happening here today.
Walking behind me, Derek places the blindfold across my eyes.
“Do you trust us?” he asks.
“With my life,” I confess.
I mean it. I trust the four men with everything I have. I wouldn’t have found out what living meant until the day I met them all.
Odd how you can just exist and not know it.
“We’re going to be walking to the elevator. Xane has one arm, and I have the other. We won’t let you fall,” Derek says.
I can’t stop giggling.
I don’t know what they have planned, but guess what?
I don’t care.
Fuck it, right? What happens, happens.
Once I’m in the elevator, they take advantage of the private space. Hands on my ass, groping it tight. Another grabs my tit, squeezing.
I belong to these men, and they all know it.
“This elevator ride is taking forever. Am I going to the roof?” I ask.
Laughter fills the small cabin.
“No, but maybe one day you’ll bring us up there,” Spencer says.
I reach out to grab onto one of their hands as the elevator pitches to a stop. I’m not sure whose hand it is, but it doesn’t matter. I know I can steady myself on any of them.
It’s odd, losing your sight even for just a short amount of time, though.
Walking me forward, I hear the doors shut behind me on the elevator.
I jump. The sound startles me.
Derek removes the blindfold, showing me a beautiful open office. It’s spacious, and the view is shocking.
“Who? What? I’m confused?” I said, looking at each of the men who brought me here.
Killian walks behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist. “Welcome to the 98th floor. This floor is the new office space for part of your staff. We hired a decorator to make it look how we think you would like it.”
“Everything’s new,” he tells me. “Each cubicle comes with a new state-of-the-art laptop, desk, and chairs that are so comfortable that Spencer fell asleep last night in one,” Killian laughs.
I can’t believe this. My entire office moved to this floor, and there’s so much room that they won’t know what to do with themselves once they settle in.
“All this is for me?” I ask.
“Well, this, and a little bit more. We have much more to show you, Angel,” Killian says, his voice soft and assured.
I don’t even know what to say. My staff is going to love this place, but isn’t it too much for them to do for me?
“Gem, we have more. Come with us,” Xane adds, his hand now holding mine.
Another elevator ride. This time, it’s short—only one floor up.
When the door opens, I gasp.
Not only are there private offices, but the first thing I see is a glass-enclosed conference room. I’ve always wanted one but never thought that would be feasible.
“Holy fuck!” I gasp, my hand covering my mouth in shock.
I must be dreaming, but I’m not.
I walk in. Everything’s new, the technology more advanced than I thought possible.
Earth tone furnishings, beautiful walls painted a shade of cream that makes the room seem warm and inviting, and the perfect mixture of complimentary and natural lighting.
Nothing stark or clinical here.
“Is that a fucking TV?” I ask, pointing to the 72-inch flat screen on the conference room wall.
All nod in unison, smiling.
“Oh my fucking god, I can’t believe this is for me? For my staff?”
“Did you think that we could let our woman down?” Xane pets the back of my hair to remind me that I’m theirs.
I chew at my bottom lip, shaking my head in shock.
“Of course not. Where is my office, though?” I ask, looking at all the doors with names of my senior staff on them.
“Wait till you see it, Sweets!” Spencer says.
I’m so confused today. What does Spencer mean by that?
Without a word, Spencer grabs my hand, leading me back to the elevator like a kid on his way to Disneyland for the first time. This man makes me happy.
His simple acts are just what I need to calm me down.
Another floor up is the 100th and last floor. I’ve never been this high in the building, so I have no clue what they even have up here. I know from the outside that the building tapers up, so I always wondered what kind of business would run out of a smaller space than the other floors.
When the doors open, though, I’m worried I’ll faint.
“Welcome to your office, Julia. This entire floor is yours,” Derek says.
I cover my mouth, the tears that have been on edge finally running down my face.
It’s not sadness that overtakes me. Completely the opposite.
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p; “The whole thing? Are you fucking kidding me?” I ask.
The room is decorated in warm shades of blues and greens. Tones of the ocean. White furnishing in a faux unfinished wood tone match the personality of the room.
The room is spectacular, but the panoramic 360-degree view is what really takes my breath away.
“This room is one you’d see in a magazine. How can it be all for me?” I ask them all.
Xane walks in front of me, his hands now on both my cheeks. “When you belong to us—and you do—you receive the best,” he says.
Xane leans in, kissing my lips softly. It only lasts a moment, but that moment seals the deal.
“I love you,” Xane adds, smiling his wide, beautiful smile.
Have you ever feel like you’ve had all the wind knocked from your body?
Before I can respond to Xane, Killian kisses me. His lips linger on mine for a moment or two before pulling back.
“I love you as well, Angel,” Killian says.
Oh god, I might die right now. I don’t even know if this is real or a dream.
Derek kisses my cheek, his scruff brushing my soft skin.
“I love you too, Princess,” Derek whispers.
I haven’t had a chance to say a word before I’m pulled into a big bear hug by Spencer.
“You already know I love you, Sweets,” Spencer says.
I’m ready to cry with all these emotional statements made to me. I knew they love me, but to hear it from them makes this wonderful day almost impossible to survive.
“Wait. You need to see what I did for you,” Spencer adds, his voice filled with excitement.
Spencer is four steps ahead of me, pointing to a part of the room that looks like it’s for meditation. Pillows, candles, and even a lava lamp.
I can’t contain it any longer. Laughing, I cover my mouth the moment I see it.
“Well, I love it, but Spencer—where’s my hammock?” I grin.
“OH MY GOD! See, I told you she’d want one!”
Of course, I’m not serious, but Spencer seems pleased with himself.
“Today has been more than my wildest dreams could ever imagine. I want you all to know that I’m yours. I love each one of you more than my heart could ever express. Thank you for doing this for me, and thank you for loving me,” I say, smiling as I pour my heart out to the four men who’ll always be the ones I love the most.
Do you think that maybe fairytales really do come true?
Because I’m suddenly a believer.
Chapter 41
Julia
What do you do when all your dreams come true? When you have the craziest office of you could ever imagine, and four fucking gorgeous men who love you standing in it with you?
Christen that new office and fuck them all, of course.
“This office is missing one thing,” I say.
Xane looks worried. “What is that Gem?”
“No one has fucked me in it yet,” I say laughing.
That’s all my men need to hear.
In a flash, hands are in my hair and pulling at my clothes. I kiss them all in turn, tongues dancing, breath caught in the rush. I hear fabric straining and ripping, but I don’t care.
Nothing matters in this moment except our bodies coming together.
I fumble with someone’s zipper. Teeth catch my nipple, and I lose all control.
I surrender to them. I quickly strip all of us down completely so I’m surrounded by 48 inches of my favorite cocks.
I fall to my knees, and immediately, Spencer has his dick in my mouth. Derek runs the thick head of his cock along my chin and jaw line, waiting his turn not so patiently. Spencer gives way, and I savor the difference between the two of them, the various tastes and textures exploding across my tongue and taste buds.
Why did I ever think I should settle down with one man?
I’m definitely a four-guy kinda gal.
Xane and Killian have crossed the room, collecting toys they must’ve stashed here for me. They come back over as Spencer and Derek are switching again.
Spencer’s cock is slick with saliva and pre-cum.
I devour his cock. I want it in my mouth. I want it in me anyway I can get it.
Xane wraps a length of rope around my ribs, looping around to my back. Around again, this time across the top of my tits, circling them. Then, a looping almost-knot in the back, and he loops it over my shoulder.
He runs the rope down my breast, splitting the two part of the rope around my nipple, pinching it lightly, then quickly looping in a W shape and pinching my other nipple as well. He secures the ends of the rope behind me, leaving me bound in a rope bra with Derek’s cock back in my mouth now.
Killian grabs me by the back of Xane’s handiwork and pulls me to my feet. He holds me against his body with one hand in the looped rope and the other hand on my throat. He squeezes lightly, reminding me how good it felt to submit even my breathing to him.
Spencer closes the distance and catches my lips with his.
He kisses me deeply, running a hand up my thigh, and with Killian’s help from behind, he lifts me up and splits my now soaking pussy with his stiff cock.
I wrap one leg around Spencer’s sexy hips and hold onto his broad surfer shoulders. My other leg barely reaches the ground, but Spencer’s strong and steady. He holds me up with ease as he drives himself into me again and again.
Thwack!
Tongues of leather suddenly strike my ass. I push myself hard onto Spencer as Killian strikes my ass again with the soft flogger. The jolts of stinging leather drive me harder and harder onto Spencer’s thrusting cock.
For every thrust, there’s a new strike on my soft skin. My head’s spinning with sharp pleasure. I dig my nails into Spencer’s back, leaving marks to match the ones Killian is leaving on my ass with the flogger.
“Fuck me!” I shout.
I can’t take the flogging anymore; I need more.
I need to feel all of them.
My leg is wrapped around Spencer, and I pull him closer.
Dropping the flogger with a satisfying clunk, Killian closes the short distance and presses the head of his cock against my asshole, teasing and pressing just the tip of his cock into the tight circle.
Every time Spencer thrusts, Killian’s cock is pressed a little harder against my asshole. Killian grabs my shoulders and thrusts hard into me, completely bottoming out with a slap of his heavy balls against me. I scream against Spencer’s shoulder, letting waves of pleasure crash through me.
I love it.
I can’t believe my first time with anal was in Killian’s office only a short time ago; then again, neither have I ever had more than one cock at a time before then.
I bite down softly on Spencer’s broad shoulder. He pulls my hair, yanking my teeth away from his skin as his fantastic cock fucks hard into my pulsating walls.
I’m about to come for the first time in my new office, and it’s all because they know exactly what my body needs.
“Oh my GOD,” I scream, so happy to have the floor all to myself.
This is going to be fun.
Before I met them, I thought sex was overrated and boring. Now, I don’t want to go a day without it—and I don’t have to, because there are four men who love me and want to fuck my brains out all the time.
I come, holding tight to Spencer, my legs wrapped tight around his rock hard ass.
“ARGH! Fuck! Sweets, you are fucking amazing!” Spencer grunts.
His body lurches. Killian braces the two of us while thrusting deep in my ass himself. All my muscles contract, pulling Spencer’s dick deeper inside my pussy walls.
He pumps my pussy full of cum as I milk him dry. He can’t pull away, not until his cock empties inside me. Spencer staggers away from me falling into a nearby chair. I can see his cock already starting to harden again, watching me getting fucked in the ass by Killian.
Killian holds me tight. Every thrust of his cock into my ass brings my feet f
rom the ground.
I take it all. Every single inch of his thick cock pulses inside of my anal walls as he fills me to my absolute limit.
“Such a good girl. Are you going to get covered in cum, my dirty Angel?” Killian growls in my ear.
Killian can make me come with a word; I love it when my men talk dirty to me.
“Yes, Sir. I’m here for your pleasure. Cover me in cum, Sirs! I fucking want it all!” I shout, my voice catching on moans of pleasure.
I love this.
I’m theirs.
I have an insatiable need for them. I never thought a woman could have something like this, but it’s all mine.
“If we’re going to cover you in cum, Princess, that twat will need another cock in it,” Derek says, his sexy accent filling my ears as his cock fills my cunt.
As he slides into me, a flood of Spencer’s cum is forced out, splashing down my legs, trailing a sticky river all the way to the floor.
Killian is close to orgasm. His cock swells inside of my tight ass and his hands clasp my hips, digging his fingertips into my waist, sending shockwaves of mind-blanking pleasure and pain rocking though my body.
“Good fucking girl. Come for me, Angel,” Killian grunts as his hot load of cum shoots deep into my ass.
“Yes, Sir!” I cry.
I come for the second time in barely as many minutes, but this time it’s different. Stars explode in my mind, and the heat of a tropical volcano erupts within me. I can’t stand; I can only lean into Derek’s strong form as the hot spunk floods my walls.
I wrap my leg around him and pull him close to me. He catches my mouth in a deep kiss.
I’ll spend the rest of my life kissing him, Killian, Spencer, and Xane.
Something cold pressed against my asshole.
I gasp against Derek’s lips, and Killian slides a metal plug into my ass. It’s much smaller than any of their cocks, but the wide, flared base leaves me feeling full.
“A little present, for times when we can’t be inside you,” Derek says against my lips. “Like in a restaurant.”
Thud. A paddle hits my bare ass, sending vibrations through the plug filling me.
“Fuck,” I squeak.
“I knew she would like it,” Xane says from across the room.
Thud.
