She felt her juices already running down her legs despite the stinging in her ass as they helped her sit up again.
Mark smiled as he grabbed her by the back of the neck and guided her into position across her lap. “You’re going to be a well-loved, well-fucked, well-cummed slave. Because all good girls get rewards.”
She barely had time to bite down on the towel again as he spanked her. He used more strokes than his brothers, not stopping until she’d started crying.
That was when his hand slipped between her legs without soothing her stinging ass.
Of their own volition her legs parted for him.
“Good girl,” he cooed, his fingers finding and sliding into her wet cunt. “Oh, she liked getting spanked.”
“Did she?” Ted asked.
“Yes.” He slowly finger-fucked her, making her moan, her hips involuntarily flexing in time with his strokes. “She’s wet.”
“Hmm. Should we spank her for that?” Ted asked.
She’d started to whine but Josh laughed. “Even I’m not that evil.” She heard a click and a hum, and then the feel of the Hitachi being worked between her legs, under Mark’s hand and against her clit.
This time, she was glad she had the towel in her mouth because it felt like her pussy exploded. She screamed into the towel as the orgasm slammed into her hard and fast. Mark slipped a third finger inside her and finger-fucked her.
“Oh, yeah,” he said. “She likes that. Look at our good girl all spread out and fucking my hand.”
“Should I mention the no-panties rule now?” Josh teased.
“No,” Ted said. “That’s not fair. She’d probably agree to anything right now.”
Hell, yeah, she would. Her fingers curled into fists as she rode each orgasmic wave, her hips flexing and fucking back against the vibrator and Mark’s hand.
“Okay, she’s going to leave a wet spot on my jeans,” Mark joked. “And frankly, I want my cock in her.”
“Okay.” Josh switched the vibrator off and pulled it away.
She let out a gasp of protest that made all three men chuckle.
“Oh, that’s just the warm-up,” Ted assured her. She looked up and both Ted and Josh had gotten naked. They helped her sit up and Mark slid out from under her.
He examined his jeans. “Lucky for you, no wet spot.” He leaned in and kissed her. “That would have been another five.” He touched his fingers to her lips. “Open. Clean my hand.”
She needed no prodding. She sucked Mark’s fingers into her mouth and laved her tongue over them, sucking her juices off his fingers like she would his cock.
“Oh, such a good girl.” He pulled his hand from her mouth and quickly unfastened his belt and jeans, freeing his cock from his briefs. “Now that.”
She engulfed Mark’s cock, holding on to his legs as she sucked him all the way down to the base, his scent filling her lungs as she moaned around his rigid shaft.
He grabbed her hair and took over. “I wanted to fuck my first load into your pussy,” he said, his voice sounding strained, “but I can’t wait. Suck me dry, baby. You’ll get me hard again real fast and I’ll be able to last longer when I fuck you.”
Hands reached around her, grabbing her arms and gently pulling them behind her back and holding them there. One of the men nudged her legs apart and she heard the click of the Hitachi again.
She moaned around his cock, another orgasm rolling through her as the vibrator pressed against her swollen, sensitive clit.
“That’s it,” Mark said, his tone low and breathless. “That’s it, baby. You keep using my cock as a gag while we make you come.” Now he was slowly fucking her mouth, Essie unable to move between his hands on her head and the hands pinning her wrists behind her back.
Fingers grabbed and pinched her nipples, making her moan again and triggering another orgasm.
She’d always chalked up the erotic books she’d read as being pure fantasy.
Nope. Multiple orgasms goooood.
She didn’t know how long she knelt there, Mark taking his time, slowing down when she felt him growing harder and hotter against her tongue, each orgasm washing into the next from the vibrator against her clit. Her jaw was starting to get a little sore when he finally took pity on her.
“Ready to swallow?” he gasped.
“Mmm-hmm!”
His fingers pleasantly dug into her scalp. “Every drop, baby. Every last drop, or you’ll get spanked.”
That kind of rule she could live with. He let out a grunt as the first jet shot into her mouth. Then her moans mixed with his as she eagerly swallowed, glad to be used like this, to know that she belonged to all of them.
His grip eased on her head as his cock grew soft. “Good girl,” he whispered. He finally made her let go and leaned in to kiss her. “Such a good girl.”
They pulled the vibrator away and shut it off. Mark stepped away and started stripping as Ted turned her around and pushed her down onto the mattress on her hands and knees.
Josh knelt in front of her, fingers around the base of his cock, his other hand grabbing her ponytail. “Open, baby,” he hoarsely said. “My turn.”
Behind her, Ted nudged her legs apart and knelt between them. “And me,” he said. She felt him swipe the head of his cock between her pussy lips before centering on her cunt. He grabbed her hips and slammed home, hard, driving her deeper onto Josh’s cock.
“Oh, yeah,” Ted said. “I think another rule we’re going to have is that, unless you don’t feel good, you will get fucked at least once a day. With three of us, I’m sure at least one of us will be in the mood to take care of you. And even if we aren’t in the mood, we’ll use our backup, Señor Hitachi, to pinch hit.”
“Or give a blow job,” Josh said. “Fucked or a blow job.”
“I like that.” It sounded like Mark had moved into the kitchen. Then she heard the tap run.
She didn’t have time to think about that, however, because the Hitachi powered up again. “Or a blow job,” Ted agreed. “There will be many mornings we start the day with you giving all three of us blow jobs. Maybe we’ll wait to make you come until later that night, keep you horny all day.”
She let out a growl of dissent around Josh’s cock at the last part of Ted’s statement.
Josh laughed. “Nix that plan, brother.”
“Fair enough. I take it she was objecting to the making-her-wait part?”
She whined.
“That would appear to be a yes,” Josh interpreted.
“All right. Morning blow jobs for us, and maybe morning sessions with Señor Hitachi for her.” He reached around her and held the vibrator against her clit as he started fucking her, hard and fast.
Her whine turned into a moan as the combination of his cock and the vibrator sent her over the edge again.
“Oh, I like that sound,” Mark said. It sounded like he had returned to the mattress. “Keep her doing that.” Then he reached under her, found her nipples, and started tweaking them with his fingers.
“I can’t keep her doing it for long,” Ted said, “because I’m about to fill…her…up.” He thrust one last time before burying his cock inside her pussy.
Still, he didn’t pull the vibrator away.
“You keep coming until Josh comes,” Ted told her.
“Ooh, I like that plan,” Josh said, beginning to fuck her mouth. “I love the way it feels when she moans around my cock.”
It felt like she had no energy, no will. Her existence had shrunk to a small bubble encasing her and her men and the pleasure they were giving her.
Heaven help anyone who interrupted them now.
She sucked and licked as he fucked her mouth, both wanting a respite from the intense pleasure and yet never wanting it to stop. It was a form of torture, the best kind ever. Finally, she felt his cock grow harder, hotter.
“Good girl,” he moaned before his balls drew up and emptied his load into her mouth. He let out a content sigh. “Give her a rest.”<
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Ted clicked the vibrator off and pulled it away. The men eased her down onto the mattress, where she felt like every bone in her body had turned to jelly.
The three men smiled down at her. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”
She managed a weak smile before giving them a thumbs-up.
Mark helped her sit up enough to get a drink of water from the glass he held. “Such a good girl,” he said in that tone, the one that melted her. “We’ll give you a few minutes to recover, and then you’re going to get round two.”
She looked up at Mark, his playful smile.
“Oh, I’m fucking that sweet ass of yours,” he said. “Why do you think we have condoms? We’re going to fill every hole, baby. More than once. By tomorrow morning, we might have to carry you into work.”
Ted picked up one of her feet and started rubbing it, drawing another moan out of her. “I think she should get morning spankings while she’s still working here,” he said. “Just because.”
All three men looked at her, waiting.
“What?” she asked.
“You didn’t say red,” Ted noted.
No, but she felt her face grow red.
How had she gone from being totally independent to enjoying being the object of love and lust to these three men?
She didn’t know, and right now, her still-buzzing clit didn’t care. “Yes, Sir,” she softly said.
Now she got it. She understood what they’d meant that very first night. That sometimes they’d challenge her, give her orders that would force her to decide to submit or safeword.
The corners of Ted’s eyes crinkled. “So you’re agreeing to morning spankings for every morning you still work here?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Well, Mark, now I don’t know if I want to talk her boss out of the two weeks’ notice or not. That could be fun, conditioning her for morning spankings.”
“Who says we can’t do that when we get her moved back to Florida?” Josh countered. “I’ve been having a lot of great talks with Tony and Bill. Give me six weeks, I’ll have her begging for morning spankings. Maybe sooner than that.” He waggled his eyebrows at her, a grin on his face.
The little whimper she let out wasn’t because she objected to that idea. It was because the idea made her clit throb again, made her pussy clench.
Maybe this is exactly who I was meant to be.
She wasn’t about to complain.
* * * *
The next morning, Essie let the men drive her to work after they woke her up early enough to give her not only a morning spanking and to give them morning blowjobs, but to make her endure Señor Hitachi the entire. Fucking. Time.
She was more ready to go back to bed and sleep for the day than to work, but the tingles in her ass and clit were reminders the men weren’t through with her yet.
Not by a long shot.
They’d promised her more of the same that night, even if they had to go to a hotel to do it.
And it warmed not just her ass, but her heart, too, when they pitched in without asking to put the living room back together again.
They really get me.
She’d given them a spare key to the apartment so they could go back there and wait while she was at work. They had informed her that she would text them an advance warning so they could come get her for lunch, and they would be picking her up after work.
Okay, these kinds of rules I can easily live with. They didn’t feel the least bit confining.
If anything, it felt freeing to know she had them to lean on. They might want her to do things their way, but she knew if she asked it of them, they’d twist themselves inside out to make her happy.
And that’s what sealed the deal for her.
She introduced Mark to her boss and coworkers as her fiancé, and his brothers. Several of her coworkers recognized them from the TV show and asked to take selfies with them, which they happily obliged.
When they gathered in her boss’ office to talk with him, he smiled. “I’m guessing you’re here to give me notice?”
She tried not to blush and failed. “Yes. I’m sorry, I’ve loved working here, and I’ll work two weeks if you want me to, but it’s my mom. I really miss her. And now…” She clung to Mark’s arm. “Can you believe we first met in high school? It’s no secret now, I guess. My dad was a hoarder. I broke up with Mark then because I was afraid of my secret getting out.”
The vet took his glasses off and rubbed at his eyes. “My brother-in-law is a hoarder. Ex-brother-in-law, I should say. He’s a lonely, miserable man. His own kids don’t want anything to do with him.” He addressed his next comment to Mark. “She’s worked for me ever since she graduated. You going to take good care of her?”
His broad smile warmed her heart and set her clit to tingling again. “You’d better believe it, sir.” He stared down into her eyes. “We’ve actually asked if she’d come to work with us on the show. She helped us with another hoarding case involving animals. She single-handedly rounded up the owner’s dogs from the house. She was great.”
“I can imagine. She’s the best tech I got.” He jabbed a finger at her. “I’d better be invited to the wedding.”
“Everyone will be. We’ll do it here, in Spokane.”
“Good.” He extended his hand across the desk and shook with Mark, then with Josh and Ted. “Well, I hate to see her go, but I’m not going to force her to work two weeks. And if you need a reference, you have them call me. Or if something happens, you’re welcome back.”
She walked around the desk to hug him. Dr. Channing had been like an uncle to her, and she’d learned a lot from him. “Thanks, Doc,” she said, fighting back happy tears. “I will work today. It’s Saturday and I know we’re busy.”
“Good. I’m just glad you finally found a guy. I don’t mean that to sound the wrong way, but you look like a different, happier person now. You’re glowing.”
Somehow her men managed not to burst into laughter. She knew her ass had been glowing red earlier. Ted had made sure to comment on it.
“I finally figured out who I need to be, and who I need to be me with.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Essie stood in front of the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the door of what had once been her bedroom. Her mom sat on the end of the bed. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”
Essie turned to her. “You’re not upset we’re doing the wedding out here, are you?” The past twelve years of her life had been spent in Spokane. Her friends and coworkers and Amy’s family were all out there.
The past eight weeks had been beautifully brutal, with her move, her men helping Pete move, flying back and forth from Spokane to Florida to film and then coming back for wedding preparations.
Her mom’s house had been completely cleaned out, and their friend Seth had personally overseen the repairs. Her mom was ecstatic over her new flooring and furniture.
Her mom had also celebrated by having everyone over and cooking dinner for them in her beautifully cleaned kitchen.
Essie knew they both had some grieving to do over the loss of her father, but the joy in her mother’s face, the youth that seemed to have returned to her, would be worth all the bittersweet tears.
Meanwhile, Essie had agreed to help with Lisa Parker’s mom’s case, and had to film scenes for that episode as well.
And then the wedding arrangements took over Essie’s life.
It had all finally culminated with this day.
A few of their friends had flown out for the occasion, Loren and Ross, Seth and Leah, and Tony and Shayla, but most of their friends would attend the collaring ceremony her men were planning to have for her at Venture the next weekend. She’d come to think of the club almost as a second home, where she’d met and made dozens of new friends since moving back to Florida. They’d also become regulars at the Suncoast Society munches, where she’d met even more people who’d quickly become friends.
This weekend, how
ever, was all about the ’nillas. Her men’s parents had also flown out for the ceremony. Amy would be her maid of honor, with Amy’s younger sister, Susan, as a bridesmaid. Ted would stand as best man and Josh the groomsman. Ross would give her away.
“No, I’m not upset. This is your day.” Her mom rose from the bed and walked over to her, taking her hands. “I also want you to know that I know there’s more to what’s going on than what you four are saying.”
Essie felt heat fill her face and started to protest, but her mom squeezed her hands. “Listen, life is short. Follow your heart. Chase happiness down and don’t let go of it. I can see how you are with them. Ross and Loren said they’re good men, and I know Ross and Loren are good people.” She gave a curt nod. “That’s good enough for me. I’ll keep your secret for you, but I don’t expect you four to put on an act in front of me. I want you to be yourselves. You spent too many years having to hide things. It wouldn’t be fair of me to judge or make you keep hiding things that don’t need to be hid.”
Essie really didn’t want to cry, because she wasn’t sure if the makeup Amy had insisted she wear was waterproof. “Thanks, Mom.”
Corrine hugged her. “I can see the way they look at you. I remember what it felt like to be in love. I choose to remember the good times, even though they were so long ago and so few years. I want you to have that happiness. That fairy-tale ending.”
“Thanks, Mom.” She fanned her face with her hands, trying to stave off her tears. “We weren’t sure how to tell you.”
“I could see it. I might have spent most of my adult life held hostage in a house full of junk, but I’m not an idiot.” She smiled. “They make you happy. That’s good enough for me.”
Amy knocked before opening the door. “Ready? The limo’s here.”
“Ready.” She clasped her mom’s hand. “Let’s go.”
Amy, of course, knew her secret. Essie couldn’t have kept it from her if she wanted to after the way Amy had first met the men. In front of the rest of the guests, however, the men would be careful.
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