Seven Deadly Sinners

by Dark Angel

  Just what we need with emotions flying so high. Alcohol. No, really, I have my hand out, a flute in it, and some bubbly pouring down my throat before I can think otherwise. We all do the same with the first few sips.

  "We need to be cheesy and cheer, you alcoholics," Sarah says. "But I'm having water," she says, and I see that's she's go sparkling but not bubbly in her flute. That's just as well. I wouldn't want her to get sleep when we need her to up for absolutely everything we have to do to her body when we get to the house.

  "To us," Trevor says, raising his champagne flute.

  We all raise ours and clink them.

  "Forever," Sarah says.

  Now I'm wearing a wide grin. That's exactly what I want to toast to. I drink up, watching them both sip as well, and think, fuck. This is too damn perfect. I want to remember this feeling for the rest of my life.

  Well, that, and the feeling that I'll have when I bury myself inside Sarah and know she's mine. She wants to be mine. She'll always be mine. Because after everything that kept me from her disappearing, and knowing she really wants this...I am the luckiest fucking man in the world. I tend to take quite a few things for granted but one thing I never will is being able to love the woman of my fucking dreams for the rest of my life.

  Sarah

  Despite the happiness, something starts gnawing at me as we enter Midtown and approach Damien’s penthouse.

  As we go home.

  Home, yes, home. I need to remind myself of that truth. I reach out and hold each of their hands, resting my lap in Damien's in the back of the car as we head to our home. I need to be calm. I need to not let this fear creep in.

  After my exhausting experience at the Virgin Market, I can't seem to completely swing back. I was so afraid to lose them, and I still am, I realize. I want the truth. I want the pain. I want the pleasure. But the pain I'd know if they ever left me? That destroys me.

  "So, you said a surprise?" I whisper. Yes, that's where I go. I don't know what else to say. I'm embarrassed to say that I'm worried about the three of us working out. I don't want to be the thing that ruins us. I don't want anything to be the thing that ruins us. I want a forever that's made to last, but my life has been utterly transformed and currently has no parameters, which I know.

  They share a look between them and then shake their head at me. Guess there is no surprise reveal right now.

  We arrive back at Damien's penthouse and go back to the one place I have ached to be.

  Damien's bedroom. The bed is massive and we three sit on it, in an oddly innocent seeming moment. There's nothing about this that is innocent. My men are about to fuck me in ways that will make this room humid with our lust.

  None of us speak for several long moments. It isn't uncomfortable, per se, but there's something that is hanging in the air.

  Trevor breaks the silence. "You belong to us now, Sarah. And we know...you're so good at being obedient, but you need that final push past everything that keeps you from letting go," Trevor says, grazing his thumb over my lower lip.

  "What are you talking about?" I don't want to say this, but it comes out. I want to let Trevor show me how to let go, not sit here and act like I don't understand what he's talking about.

  Damien kisses my forehead. "You're such a good girl, Sarah. What's about to happen...it doesn't mean otherwise. It isn't going to change it. Trust us when we say you need this." His fingers tuck under my chin and he leans forward, pulling me closer, and he kisses me.

  The kiss is fire, burning up between us like fireworks and bringing my body to life.

  Then Damien pulls back and slaps me right on the face. This pushes me into Trevor, who grabs both of my arms and pulls them behind my back, standing up with me in his hold. He slams me against the bed, my stomach pushing into the edge of the mattress. Damien starts tearing off my clothes.

  I gasp at all the quick sensations of everything...I'm shocked. And I'm so wet. I try hard not to question what they're doing. I know that they have a reason for it; they want me to be able to break through all the barriers that I have and accept our new normal. I want to. I'm trying.

  But I can't fake it.

  When I'm naked and Trevor rams his cock into my pussy, even though I'm wet, it jolts me and fat, hot tears burn trails down my cheeks. I'm moaning loudly at how good his huge cock filling me up feels, but I'm so totally overwhelmed by the intensity. Trevor pumps hard into my pussy and he holds my arms behind my back and uses them for leverage. Trevor fucks into my pussy so hard I think I might see stars any moment.

  Damien strokes the tears staining my face, looking deep into my eyes. Then he gathers up my hair into his hand and shoves several of his fingers into my mouth. I suck them, savoring the sensation of running my tongue over his long, thick fingers. My mouth is wet and more than ready for his cock, which he fists the length of for a quick second and then shoves into my mouth. He fucks into my mouth hard, deep, and in an opposite rhythm as Trevor fucking into my pussy.

  Neither of them is being gentle. This is not the rough but kind way it now seems like they have fucked me before. I thought it was intense and hardcore before, but now it seems gentle. This fucking...it's punishing almost. It's about getting me out of my head, and it's working. I feel waves flooding my consciousness and hypnotizing me in a flurry of lust. It overtakes my body, makes me exist purely for pleasure. The shame is pushed away. The more degrading this fucking might feel, it is somehow transformed into cherishing me. I don't feel ashamed of anything that happens between the three of us. I'm truly free. This is what I want. This is what makes me feel alive. I'm only alive when Damien and Trevor are fucking me. I start to roll my hips hard so that my pussy is swallowing up Trevor's cock and I suck and swallow Damien's cock throbbing in my throat. I'm lost in a maze of horniness. I keep pushing myself and take myself higher on their cocks, but I'm not coming yet. I won't come until one of them is fucking my ass and the other is fucking my pussy. I need them both fucking me. Sucking Damien off is turning me on but making me need more. There's nothing like having them both inside me.

  Damien pulls his cock out of my mouth, stroking the full length. Trevor releases my arms and pulls up my whole body, lifting me up and pulling his cock quickly out of my pussy. I slap against Damien, my body pressing into his, and he sinks his cock into my pussy.

  Trevor lines up with my ass.

  "Fuck, yes," I groan, pushing my ass out and wiggling for Trevor to fill me up.

  "Goddamn," Trevor purrs, shoving his cock up my ass.

  I take every massive inch of him, such a tight fit with Damien spearing me too. They both sink inside me to the hilt. I breathe deep as I can, long inhales and exhales.

  "Fuck me," I moan. I can't take this fullness much longer knowing how good it will feel when they start moving inside me.

  They start seesawing in me, one cock filling me up while the other pulls out almost all the way, and I'm screaming and sighing between them at the intensity of each of their cocks filling me and leaving me and pumping back into me again. "Yes!" I am yelling out. God, it feels so damn good. My eyes are rolling back in my head and I have to keep from lying against Damien's chest and trying to catch a breather. I want to get smashed between them, fucked so hard between them that I can't walk tomorrow. I press my palms flat against the bed and do some almost pushups as I bounce my pussy and ass back and forth to swallow them both up.

  I'm screaming out with the feeling, I have to release some of that pressure. I can feel both of their cocks getting so rock hard that they could come soon, but I know that the night is young and we have lots of fucking to do. I'm going to keep myself from coming right now to savor everything happening to my body right now.

  Damien’s hands roam up and down my body. Him, freely touching me, without any restraint or need to hold back, while I take every inch of his cock again and again, satisfies me so deeply in ways I didn’t know were possible. Since I have known Damien, we have both been holding ourselves back from each other, but no
more. We are forever bound to one another, until the end of time. I can’t have it any other way. My hands are all over him. I pull his face to mine and kiss him between my gasps at how full of cock I am. I can’t be separated from this sensation, the wholeness of getting to have him completely. Every time that he touched before and wouldn’t drive his throbbing cock into my needy pussy, it was torture. Him not letting me come, not letting me talk to him. I am so happy that the days of him keeping me at bay are behind us now. I don’t ever want to be so far way from him again.

  Trevor’s hands grab my breasts, squeezing and pulling me down harder on his cock buried in my ass. The full sensation of the two of them is enough to make my vision go blurry and for me to lose track of how to breathe. My heart races in my chest. Every touch between my men is like a feather amongst the flame of them claiming my body. I can’t take much more of this and not come, but I want this to last forever.

  “We have to slow down. I don’t want to come yet,” I whimper out.

  My men are gracious. They pull toward the headboard and we crawl under the sheets, lying down so that I have them on either side of me. I am a Sarah sandwich for Trevor and Damien, and it feels like the most perfect fit in the world. I didn’t realize how tired I was and how much stress and tension were leaving my body until we were together, beneath the sheets. Our wild night of passion is one of being tired, as well. After the stress of today, it's no wonder that now—when I no longer have anything to worry about—I'm comfortable enough to want to come, and then go to bed for the night. This bed, between these two men. I can’t imagine anything more breathtaking than being so completely safe between them, for tonight, and every night after.

  Trevor’s tongue licks my earlobe, and then nibbles it. He whispers in my ear, “I’m ready to come in your sexy ass, baby girl,” and I moan at his touch. The sound of his voice.

  Damien’s groaning, his cock overtaking my pussy with the throbbing steel erection that’s pumping into me.

  I take my hand down to my clit and both Trevor and Damien bring their hands down there as well. I am downright spoiled and love every second of it.

  I’m the first to start orgasming, but it's a domino effect. Every second of the molten heat coursing through my body is paired with the hot surges of cum that are injected into my pussy and my ass. I feel like I’m a turkey sandwich…getting full on basted by their love guns here in our bed. There's so much cum between the three of us that we’re a sticky mess after we come down from our highs. We’re sweat slicked and shuddering, together. It's highly erotic to all be post-orgasm flushed and lying in bed together like this. They both pull out and tuck me against them. It's so sweet. I’m like a little toy compared to these two huge men, and I love it.

  “About that surprise,” Trevor says. We all lean up on our elbows in bed and exchange glances. Trevor looks to Damien expectantly. The way that they communicate with each other and don’t have to say anything is kind of sweet. Unless they’re keeping a secret from me. Luckily, Trevor is far less patient than Damien, so no secret can stay hidden for long.

  Damien smiles and grabs my hand, holding it in his. “We used the money to get you something…it wasn’t right to do just anything, it needed to be about the future. Erasing your past.”

  Trevor stands and goes for the clothes pile we all made when we walked into the bedroom. He returns and hands Damien a ring, and Damien slides that ring on my finger.

  There are three hearts with so many diamonds my finger is stunned at the weight. It's so beautiful, I actually make some kind of yelping sound of joy when I try to form the words to express my excitement. “Thank you both so much,” I finally get out after a lot of false starts with overjoyed sounds escaping my mouth. “I love it!” I look back and forth to them, displaying my diamond-encrusted finger for them both to see. “I love you both. Thank you so much for turning something ugly into something beautiful.” That’s the truth. They’ve pulled the disaster that was my parents stealing money from Damien, giving me away, and then Damien even planning to sell me to the highest bidder, and turned it into something that's the perfect expression of our love. And I can look at it every day.

  That’s how I want to feel. I'm hopeful for our future. Thinking in terms of what we’ll be, not what we were or what I didn’t want us to be. I can hardly believe that this is where the road has taken us. I've been literally sold to two men, to belong to them, and I’ve never felt more fulfilled or content in my life. I am not living out someone else’s idea of what I should be doing with my life, not living in someone else’s idea of happiness. I have my own very different idea about what happily ever after is, and it involves double the orgasms, so I’d say I don’t need to worry about what anyone else thinks.

  “Shower, sleep, morning sex?” Trevor says with a yawn. He scoops me into his arms in a massive bear hug. Damien kisses my cheek and I didn’t realize just how tired I was until my eyelashes start to flutter.

  I yawn. “Maybe we do sleep, shower, morning sex?” I say, but my eyes are already drifting closed again. The last thing I remember as I close my eyes is cuddling against Damien while Trevor cuddles me. Damien’s massive bed houses us all so easily, and I drift into a content and dreamless sleep in the embrace of my two lovers.

  When I wake up in the morning, I’m not still tired so much as lazy. Damien takes one look at my pouty face—he’s already up, showered, dressed, and by the looks of it, ready to start the day. Trevor and I are a tangle of limbs that aren’t particularly interested in moving. “You two go take a bath. Try to actually get clean while you’re getting dirty, and I’ll see you for breakfast in a few.”

  Stretching my arms out and catching my breath in a morning yawn, I gasp at the sudden tickle invasion that Trevor launches. “You, me, some suds?” he asks with a boyish grin. He’s the most handsome grown man I’ve ever seen that can seem so boyish and youthful at times. Damien is hard edges, serious, and even when he’s softer, he’s so differently mannered than Trevor. Together, they are my perfect men and I like it exactly like that.

  Trevor scoops me up and carries me to the master bath, starting the tub and holding me in his arms while the water flows in. He drops a bath bomb that looks like a black and blue starry night into the tub. It smells like vanilla and cinnamon and I can’t wait to feel the warm water on my skin. Of course, in Trevor’s arms, there are other things that I can’t wait to feel more of, too. Waking up so refreshed after the hectic and then incredible night we all had last night, it's a welcome relief to feel horny and completely unstressed.

  "After last night, we definitely need to actually bathe," I say, stretching my arms out as he sits me into the bubbly bath water.

  Trevor wraps his arms around me. "I'm all about cleaning." He kisses my forehead. "Let's start with hair."

  I'll never know what to expect with these men, I swear. Trevor pulls my chest against his stomach and lays us down in the water. His fingers slide through my hair and he gets it all wet. Of course, I giggle, Trevor is good at getting me wet. He squeezes a dollop of shampoo into his hand, then rubs them together and lathers through my hair.

  His fingers feel so good that I moan a little. I squirm for a second and that's when Trevor's huge cock presses into my ass. I make a sound, I squirm...and now I guess I'll need to be bad. What's a girl to do?

  Well, for once, I know the answer to that. I know the exact thing that I'm going to do. I jiggle my ass over his cock, feeling it rock hard against me, while his fingers work through my hair. I feel his breathing catch and his body tense. It feels good to be the one who has some semblance of control.

  Which I feel for about two seconds until he gets the shower head and starts to work the shampoo out of my hair. How can Trevor always take over my body with his presence, with even an innocent touch? When he finishes rinsing and he's working the conditioner through my hair, his mouth is on my neck and I forget about any priorities that I may have for getting clean. I rub my ass up on his cock, letting it hit between the
cheeks and spread me. I'm awake now. The water is warm, his cock is hard, and I'm not feeling particularly hungry. I'm sure I will when we head to Damien for breakfast. He is such an early riser type. I predict a future with a lot of forcing him to stay in bed for cuddles and fucking...

  Somehow, I think he can be convinced.

  I lift my ass up a little, angle myself up, and take Trevor's cock right up my pussy. Sitting back down on his lap and bouncing up and down, the water sloshes around us and tickles my nipples as it rises and falls at the changing levels from the splashing. Trevor's teeth sink into my neck and his hands go to my clit, teasing me so that pumping up and down on his cock is harder from him making me twitch and squirm on him. I wave my hips and slam down on his cock so that I'm taking him as deep as I can and I'm shaking. I vaguely recall being tired. That's more than done with!

  "I'm gonna--" I start to moan out.

  Trevor's teeth sink into my neck and his hand slaps over my clit right as I come and I just scream out.

  Damien appears when I open my eyes, having squeezed them shut when my orgasm hit.

  He's naked, stroking his cock and looking at me with a wicked grin he likes to wear. But there's happiness behind those eyes now, too. It warms me up inside to see him like that.

  "I knew you two wouldn't listen. I guess you could have something else for breakfast first. Trevor, I see you started on breakfast as well," Damien says, taking stock of us. I open my mouth and Damien sinks his cock into it, resting his hands on the edge of the tub while he fucks my mouth. I suck his cock with everything I have, enjoying using my first morning energy to fuck my men. Get fucked by them. I keep bouncing on Trevor's still hard as steel cock and I can already feel like another orgasm isn't far behind.

  But I take such pride in being a good girl. I'm not coming again until I feel Damien unload down my throat. He cares so much about making breakfast, so I want to appreciate that.