Triple Daddies

by Madison Faye

  His hand moved over my ass, spanking my skin and making my breath catch in my throat. His thumb traced down my back, down between the globes of my ass, and came to rest against my tight little asshole.

  I went wild.

  Lazily, he began to tease around my forbidden entrance in slow circles as his cock filled my pussy again and again. My head spun, and my pulse thundered in my ears as his hand tightened on my neck. Slowly, the thumb began to add pressure, pushing against my ass. I moaned loudly, bucking back against him, wanting him to take me and never stop taking me. His thumb slid inside, and my whole world shattered as I came with a cry, my body exploding under him.

  Oliver never once stopped, and barely slowed, sending me right into another orgasm as his big cock fucked me right into the second.

  Eventually, I felt him slow, letting me catch my breath as I lay there against the bed whimpering and shuddering in the aftershocks. Slowly, he withdrew from my pussy.

  “And now, angel,” he whispered in my ear, my body still shaking as he traced his fingers down my body. His hands found my ass and my hips, and he slowly pulled up, raising my ass up in the air.

  “And now, I’m going to take this.”

  My eyes went wide as I felt him ease his cock up and press the tip against my ass.

  “What— Oh, no, I’m—”

  “I wasn’t asking, pet,” he growled.

  I almost came right there. That demanding tone — the way he was telling me what he was about to do to me, not asking, like any other man I’d been with. No, Oliver Blackwood knew what he wanted from me, and he was going to take it.

  And God did that make me wet.

  I actually shivered against him, my heart thumping in my chest as I slowly felt myself nodding.

  “Okay,” I whispered.

  I could feel the growl in his chest.

  “Yes sir,” I added, moaning as I felt his hands tighten on my hips.

  He pushed forward, and I gasped as I felt the enormous head of his cock press against my impossibly tight asshole. Fingers dug into my skin, and he reached down with his other hand, his fingers stroking my clit and making me shiver. Slowly, ever so slowly, he added pressure. My breath caught in my chest, and my hands clutched the sheets tightly as he pushed, until suddenly, the head eased inside.

  Oh God.

  I went wild, moaning like a woman possessed as Oliver Blackwood claimed my ass for the very first time.

  Slowly, maddeningly, he filled me with every inch of him, while I moaned out his name and clawed at the sheets. He kept one hand on my clit, rubbing me in slowly circles and making me shake for him as he slid deeper and deeper, until I finally moaned as I felt his balls resting on my pussy.

  “Fucking hell,” he groaned, hissing through his teeth and letting his hand slide up and down my back. “Fuck that’s so good, pet,” he growled.

  I panted beneath him, sucking in air and feeling my body come alive for him. There’d been pain at first, but it was gone as he slowly started to withdraw, before driving back inside. My breaths matched his strokes, my heart pounding with every stroke of his finger across my clit. My whole body rocked forward with every powerful, demanding thrust, my nipples grazing the sheets beneath me.

  And slowly, willingly, and submissively, I gave my body to him. With each stroke, and with each throb of pleasure between my legs, I gave control of my very body itself to Oliver, letting him own me — more so than he had when he’d paid for me. And I knew right there that I was his, utterly.

  And I fucking loved it.

  “This ass is mine now, pet,” he growled into my ear. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir!” I cried out, my body quivering at his words.

  His cock drove in and out of my tight little ass, his balls slapping against my skin with every thrust. His hand moved to my neck again, and I almost came right then as his fingers closed around it.

  My knees shook, my skin burned with heat, and my whole world became singularly focused on the raw, forbidden, and totally mind-blowing pleasure that shattered through me.

  “I want to feel you come, angel,” he hissed into my ear, biting the lobe between his teeth as his fingers strummed my clit. “I want to feel this tight little ass of yours come as I fill you with every fucking drop of my cum.”

  I gasped, nodding and barely able to make words as I mumbled out a “yes sir.”

  “Now be a good girl.”

  I moaned, my whole reality blurring at the edges.

  “Be my good girl, and come for me.”

  I shattered.

  The cry wrenched from my lips, my eyes squeezed shut, and I let go Oliver’s big cock in my ass and his fingers on my clit shoved me right over the edge and into sweet oblivion. I came hard, still screaming, my whole body shaking as he drove in deep and groaned. I whimpered as his cock pumped inside of me, his hot cum filling me to the brim as his fingers strummed over my clit again and again, until my legs gave out and I collapsed onto the bed beneath him.

  I shook, quivering, and sucking in lungfuls of air as he moved me onto my side. His hard, muscled body curled around me from behind, bringing me close and holding me tight as I shook with the intensity of what I’d just felt.

  Slowly, my heart rate slowed to normal, I found my breath, and I opened my eyes.

  “Holy shit,” I mumbled, feeling his powerful arms tighten around me, hugging me close.

  “That was…”

  I trailed off, shaking my head.

  “Intense,” he purred into my ear.

  I nodded, swallowing.

  And then, part of me recoiled. Part of me felt shame, and embarrassment of having just given up so much — at having submitted so readily to this man. It wasn’t just that I didn’t know him very well, but he was my captor. This man had bought me from a damn auction house, had kept me prisoner in this room, and now had strolled in here, magically tapped into some dark part of me, and made me his willing slut.

  HIs begging submissive

  I closed my eyes.

  What the fuck did that say about me?

  My brow creased, and the darkest version of those thoughts began to come up to claim me, when I felt Oliver’s arms tighten, and his lips at my ear.

  “Don’t.”

  I bit my lip.

  “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t. This is…” He sighed. “This is more complex than you’ve been led to believe.”

  “More complex than you buying me and keeping me in this room?” I spat bitterly.

  “Yes,” he growled. “Much more complex. And whatever you’re thinking — whatever place you’ve gone where you think this is Stockholm Syndrome or something—”

  I froze. What was he, a mind reader?

  “It’s not that, I can promise you.” Oliver sighed, his hands stroking my skin. “I think it’s time we talked.” He started to stand from the bed, and I shivered at the absence of his body against mine.

  “Why don’t you take a bath, refresh yourself, and then come down to the library.”

  I whirled my head around to stare at him.

  Oliver grinned. “Before you ask, no, this isn’t a test, or a trick, I assure you. Take your time, get dressed, and when you’re ready, come down. We’ll explain everything.”

  I swallowed as I slowly nodded.

  Oliver finished getting dressed, and he turned for the door when he paused. His fist clenched at his side, and his shoulders tightened, as if he was wrestling with something. And I was about to ask, when he suddenly whirled and strode back across the room towards me so intensely that I gasped in fear.

  “Wait! Please! I just—”

  And then Oliver Blackwood grabbed my face in both his hands, and kissed me.

  Hard.

  He kissed me like something you see in a movie, at the edge of a cliff, or on the docks before someone goes off to war. He kissed me until my toes curled and my heart almost jumped out my chest.

  He pulled away, and our eyes locked.

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  That kiss had been a world apart from the raw, intense fucking from earlier. It was…more than that. A lot more. And for the first time since I’d laid eyes on him, I saw something in Oliver’s face that I hadn’t seen before.

  Doubt, and worry.

  Quickly, it was dashed away though. Replaced with his usual dark, guarded look.

  “When you’re ready, Mia,” he whispered, kissing my cheek.

  “We’ll be waiting.”

  15

  Ash

  I paced the floor of the library, jaw clenched, eyes focused on the floor in front of me.

  Nervous.

  Me.

  The fuck was I nervous about? I didn’t get nervous, not even a little. I got angry, I got cold-blooded in my need to get things done, how they needed to get done.

  But I sure as hell didn’t get nervous.

  And it was her, if course.

  Mia.

  Mia who’d changed fucking everything I knew when she’d walked into that club. I’d looked at her that night and known she was out of her element. No girl like that should have had anything to do with that club. And she definitely shouldn’t have had anything to do with Ryan fucking Cunningham.

  But it was later, seeing her at the auction house that almost broke me.

  I mean that.

  Seeing her walk out like that, despite how fucking incredible she looked, almost killed me. A woman like that at the old action house? Fuck yes. The new one though? The one that’d been twisted from its original purpose to the fucking horror it was now thanks to the Cunninghams?

  Yeah, no way.

  Two and a half million — it was a fortune. Well, or at least it had been, back before. But now? Now it was nothing. I would have paid fifty times that to get her off that auction block and away from Ryan.

  And now she was here, and we’d crossed a line. She was supposed to be safe here, and she was, from him.

  But from us? And from the darkness we brought with us? Us and our desires to take her and make her ours?

  Apparently not. Apparently, she hadn’t been safe from that here.

  Big shocker.

  I ran my fingers over the stubble of my jaw, shaking my head. I could still remember her sweet moans, and the way her body had quivered for me. I could remember the way her sweet pussy tasted. Fuck, I’d been hard ever since thinking about it. I remembered the way she’d moaned when I slid in, and how fucking tight she’d been around my thickness.

  How she’d felt when she’d come on my cock.

  Telling Oliver had been tough, though not for the reasons you might think. There was no jealousy between us all — fuck, we’d left that long ago. Just the same, though we’d shared plenty of girls, I knew Mia was different — to all of us.

  So yeah, telling him that Erik and I had given in to our desires and tasted her? Without him there?

  Yeah, I’d been worried. But then there’d been that spark in his eyes, and I knew things were okay. Because that spark wasn’t jealousy — not at all.

  When he’d stormed off, Erik swore and tried to follow, but I’d grabbed him, shaking my head.

  I knew that look in my friend’s eyes, and it sure as hell wasn’t jealousy. He wasn’t mad, he was just going straight to Mia’s room to finally give in to what he’d been holding back. He may have been stronger than us, but even he was human. I’d gotten the gist of what happened later, while Mia was bathing and resting up.

  And now here we were, in the library waiting for her. We’d crossed the biggest line with her, and now there was no turning back. Because now?

  Now she meant too much.

  She mattered too much, and she was in too deep with all three of us.

  Our decision to say what we were about to say to her had been unanimous, but it was still going to be hard to explain it all.

  But she had to hear it.

  There was a slight cough, shattering my thoughts. I whirled, along with Erik and Oliver, to the door to the library, and there she was.

  Damn.

  She was dressed now, and shit, I mean, that sucked, but it was probably a good thing. We’d had Martin, our house manager, bring her some clothes to choose from after she’d washed off. Having her come have a talk with us in that damn robe she’d been wearing and nothing else would have—

  Well, it wouldn’t have been much of a talk that’s for sure.

  She was in a short skirt, stockings, and heels, with a formal, but gorgeous button-up top. She wore her hair up this time, which gave her this sophisticatedly sexy look — maybe the opposite of what she’d been intending, but there it was.

  Long story short, her walking in — even fully clothed — had my cock raging hard in seconds.

  “Hi,” she said softly, her cheeks going red as her eyes darted between all three of us.

  I cleared my throat, stepping forward, my eyes locked onto her.

  “Nice clothes.” Erik grinned, obviously also taken by how amazing she looked.

  “You picked ‘em.” She smiled back.

  Her eyes darted to Oliver, and her face reddened.

  I grinned wolfishly — yeah, I knew what happened in her room earlier this afternoon. Oliver had told us of course. And as I said, I wasn’t a jealous type. But Jesus, Oliver taking her anal virginity?

  I shook my head; a man was allowed some jealousy.

  “Why don’t you sit,” I said quietly, gesturing to the couch by one of the floor-to-ceiling shelves full of old books.

  She nodded stepping past all of us, and I swear her breath caught as she did. She took a seat in the middle of the couch, smoothing her skirt down. Erik sat to one side of her, while Oliver took a seat in his favorite wing-backed chair across from the couch. Me, I just stood, arms crossed.

  “You need to know about the other night — about us…” Oliver looked down, trailing off.

  “About us buying you,” I growled.

  She looked up, eyeing me. “What is that place?”

  “It’s what you think it is,” I spoke evenly. “It’s a place for men like us — men with means and with certain, I guess you could say tastes to buy what we need.”

  “Girls.”

  I nodded, watching that fire roar behind her eyes.

  I could have sugar coated it, but I wasn’t going to. Because Mia struck me as the type to want things straight and honest.

  “Yes,” I said evenly. “To buy women.”

  Her jaw tightened, but I held a finger up.

  “But, it’s not what you think it is.”

  “Enlighten me how that could possibly be,” she hissed.

  “It used to be different,” Erik said quietly. “Look, there are women to whom the idea of being auctioned to a man of means, and to be controlled and disciplined is quite appealing.” He raised a brow at her. “Apparently, some women don’t know they like having the control taken from them until they experience it.”

  She blushed, and he grinned.

  “The Auction House used to be different,” Oliver tapped his fingertips together. “It used to be, well, consensual.”

  Her brows perked up.

  “It was a show of a sorts — a stage. Yes, there was an exchange of money, and we’d go home with a woman—”

  I noticed Mia’s face glower with jealousy, and I smiled to myself at the flash of emotion there.

  Oliver continued.

  “It was all a façade, because the whole thing was two willing parties. But things changed. Power shifted in the upper parts of the world we belong to, and—”

  “And what world is that?”

  “The criminal one.”

  Again, I wasn’t going to sugar coat for her.

  Mia’s eyes went wide, her lips tight.

  “Nothing sinister,” I said. “No murder or mayhem or any of that. We sell arms.”

  She barked out a laugh. “Oh, nothing sinister at all.” She narrowed her eyes at me.

  “No, not—” I shook my head. “Not to the streets, or kids or shit like th
at.”

  “To who then?”

  I shrugged. “To who the US Government can’t be seen selling guns to. And they pay us handsomely for it.”

  “So what changed?” she said quietly. “With the…” she trailed off, shaking her head. “The Auction House,” she said icily.

  “Cunningham,” Erik spat. “Ryan, the man who dragged you there, and his father Johnson. Power shifted, they took over, and they also took over the Auction House, and that’s when things went bad.”

  “Things stopped being consensual,” Oliver muttered. “At first we didn’t realize — we’d go and the girls would just be extra…I don’t know, like they were better at playing the role. It set off an alarm with us though, and we stopped going.” He gave her a hard look as she scowled. “No one else besides you has come home with us after the change, Mia.”

  She managed a small smile at the floor.

  “And then, something happened,” Erik said gruffly. “Something we couldn’t ignore anymore.”

  Mia frowned. “What?”

  “Amy,” I said quietly.

  My two friends looked at me before glancing away. Mia seemed to sense the sudden cloud in the room, and her face fell.

  “Who is she?”

  “Was.” I looked away, glancing out the window at the trees and gardens of our estate.

  “I’m so sorry,” Mia whispered from behind me.

  “We came up in the foster system,” Erik said slowly. “The three of us coming up together. We were always bickering, always fighting each other.” He smiled and shook his head. “Then we met Amy, at one of our new foster houses. She was a little younger than us, a tiny little thing, but it was like she was the missing piece for all of us. She was the calming factor, the one that got us to stop getting at each other. Basically, she was the sister we never had — a kid sister for all three of us to care for and watch out for.”

  Erik’s shoulders slumped as he slowly shook his head, his hand clenching on the arm of the couch next to him.

  “We stayed together after that, through growing up, through getting out of the foster system, through us building our fortunes, all of it. Amy did her own thing though. She was off on her own a lot, sometimes in with the wrong crowds. But we were always there to protect her, and keep her safe.”