Jet answers the waiter, but his eyes are on me. “She’ll have the Bang Bang Shrimp Pasta.”
The title of the dish is not lost on me. He might as well have ordered the ‘Fuck two daddies at once’ pasta. “What if I don’t like shrimp,” I grumble, though seafood is my favorite.
“We know you like shrimp,” says Jet.
“And pickles,” Liam adds.
A cold chill runs through me. Have they been watching me? I ask, “How do you know this stuff?”
Jet’s gaze narrows. “We know where you live. We know you go to bed around eleven o’clock every night. You sleep under a pink blanket.”
Liam gives a dark smile. “You order an iced almond milk latte every morning from Joe’s on the corner. You used to get soy but after researching the health benefits of nut milk, you switched to the almond.”
“Because you’re allergic to regular milk,” Jet chimes in.
Liam says, “You use rose-scented shampoo.”
“And lavender laundry soap,” Jet adds.
With every fact they list, my confidence drains from my body, and with it, the color from my face. My mind feels fuzzy and my stomach tightens. My voice comes out in a hushed whisper. “You’ve been... inside my apartment.”
Jet gives a shrug. “You become a threat to the family, you get eyes on you.”
“A threat to the family? How am I a threat to the family?” I picture Victoria sitting across from me, fear in her voice as she begged me to give up my pursuits. “I’m just a journalist.”
They ping-pong back and forth, their voices swirling around me, taking the air from my lungs, leaving me breathless.
“The Bachman family are very private people. They guard our privacy above all else.”
“Except their women.”
“Which you are not one of.”
“Which makes you disposable.”
“A danger.”
“In danger, even.”
“We’ve been told to keep an eye on you.”
“To do whatever is necessary to keep you from writing the article.”
“Using whatever means necessary.”
I’ve made a mistake. A huge one. Coming here, meeting with them. Committing to write the article in the first place. Suddenly, paying my rent no longer seems important. Fame, fortune, being seen as a real journalist—none of it matters.
I just want to get these guys off my back.
Pushing aside my dreams, my goals, the words come out in a rush. “Fine! I won’t do it. I won’t write the article.”
Jet croons, “Good girl.”
“That’s what we needed to hear.” Liam sits back, giving a nod.
“Of course, we can still have a little fun, can’t we, Liam?”
“Yes, of course. It would be a shame to waste such an opportunity.” Liam’s gaze turns hungry.
The waiter puts a plate in front of me. It smells of garlic and parsley and it looks amazing. Despite my nerves, my mouth begins to water.
Jet leans in. “Now eat up like a good little girl. You’re going to need the calories.”
Chapter Four
We return to the warehouse behind the jewelry store, our footsteps echoing through the massive place as they hit the concrete floor.
Why have I sought these men, agreed to dine with them, let them take me back to their strange lair—one where no one will hear me if I scream for help.
I lied to them and told them I won’t be writing the article. But I will. And it’s going to be huge.
Their warning at dinner put me off at first but the more I thought about it, the more I realized how huge this story will be. That I’ll finally be able to achieve my dreams of being a real writer.
And if the Bachmans give me a hard time when the story comes out, I can pay to have security. Bodyguards. An armored car.
Everything will be fine. And the little voice in my panties is telling me that I need this more than anything else in the world right now; a good hard fuck with not one, but two men.
Two daddies.
Now that we’re alone, my mind instantly transforms Jet to Daddy and Liam to Papa.
Daddy looks at me like he wants to lick me from head to toe. “Dessert time.”
I feel Papa come up behind me. He’s close enough I can smell the sensual, woodsy scent of his cologne. “I don’t know. She was a little sassy at dinner tonight. Don’t you think we ought to do a little attitude adjusting before we pleasure our girl?”
Daddy makes a tsk-tsk sound between his teeth as his gaze travels heavily over me. “I think you’re right. Someone was a little snippy. Maybe a taste of my belt to remind this one who’s in charge of her?”
Papa’s hand smooths over my curves. “Exactly what I was thinking. I’ll grab her wrists and hold her to the bed. You do the honors of striping her lovely ass.”
Heat rockets through me, a quivering between my legs weakens my knees. I back away from them, toward the door, making me bump into the rock wall of muscle that is Papa.
“Sweetheart, are you leaving?” Papa asks, his hands wrapping around my shoulders.
Daddy steps closer to me. “Do you have somewhere to be?”
They move toward me, like panthers stalking their prey.
I shake my head. “I wasn’t being sassy. I was just... you know—asserting myself.”
“You know what they say about asserting yourself, don’t you, little girl?” Papa asks.
Daddy chuckles before he even hears the answer. “What do they say, Liam?”
“They say little girls who get too big for their britches and try to assert themselves with their daddies get their asses striped by Daddy’s belt.” Papa’s hands slide down from my shoulders, wrapping around my waist.
Part of me wants to try to run. The other part—driven by the throbbing between my legs and the warmth of his hands on my waist—wants to see where this will go.
How hard will Daddy whip me with his belt? How tight will Papa’s hold be around my wrists?
And what will they do to me afterwards?
I want to know what it will feel like to have Daddy bring that leather strap across my curves again, but I’m nervous. My hands go before me, as if trying to hold off the two huge men with my fluttering fingers. “Now come on, Daddies, I haven’t been that naughty, have I?”
Liam makes the tsk-tsk noise between his teeth this time. “I think she’s trying to get out of her spanking.”
“I think she’s trying to get out of tasting the sting of my belt.” Daddy’s hands go to the silver buckle at his waist.
And my knees go weak.
Papa tightens his hold, his hands going beneath my arms. “She’s so feisty when she’s out in public. Talking all sassy to her daddies.”
Daddy says, “But then you get her alone and she’s shaking like a leaf.”
They chuckle.
Liam’s hands guide me and we follow Jet further into the warehouse. We enter a door and I’m surprised to find we’re in an apartment. A swanky one. One that’s ten times the size of mine.
We pass through a living room that’s decorated in black and red and gold, two huge black leather couches resting on a furry white rug. A big kitchen with a dark wood table in the center of it. It looks like there’s a bedroom to the right and one to the left.
Eyeing the two bedrooms, I wonder why they are here, and not in the Village. Could those rooms in the back have something to do with it? “Are you guys like, roommates?”
“Yes.”
Pressing on, I want more answers. “Why don’t you live in the Village with the other Brothers?”
“We have townhouses in the Village, but we work long hours.” Liam eyes Jet. “Our work is here.”
Jet gives him a nod. “Depending on how things go, we may end up serving the family somewhere else when we finish with this job.”
Where would they go? I remember my margarita dinner with Victoria, her hushed words: The Mountain. Where the Duets go.
The inve
stigator in me wants to know if such a place is real. A private Bachman mountain retreat dedicated to MFM ménage couples; could it be true? If so, it could be the holy grail of pieces.
Trying to sound casual, I ask, “Any chance that one day, you’ll be headed to the Mountain?”
Ignoring my question, Daddy takes my hand in his. Electric pulses dance over my skin. “Little girls about to be punished shouldn’t ask so many questions.” He leads me into the bedroom.
The walls are painted a deep maroon. In the center of the room is a massive wrought-iron four-poster bed. White sheets, black bedding, fur rugs. Dim light shines from the gold wall sconces.
It’s a freaking den of inequity. And it’s gorgeous. I want to reach out and stroke the sleek bedding, press my bare foot into the furry rugs.
I also want to turn and run.
I’m so fucking scared all of a sudden. I feel my knees trembling. My hands shaking.
Papa senses my fear. He presses into my back, the warmth of his chest, the circling of his arms making my breaths come deeper, slower. He’s pulling my hair away from my face. Kissing my neck.
Papa brings me to the bed. “Lift.”
I raise my hands in the air. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he raises it up over my chest. I’m not wearing a bra and he’s exposing my bare breasts. Freeing me from the fabric, he takes in the sight of my peaked nipples. “So eager for us.”
There’s no hiding my desires from them. They can smell my arousal from a mile away. I stand, hovering by the bed, doing my best to avoid their lusty gazes.
Daddy’s hand inches up his own shirt, giving me a glimpse of his toned torso. “It’s only polite we take ours off too.” They both remove their own shirts, their bare chests hard and tan and muscled, attracting my gaze.
I stand frozen, somewhere between shock and fear as Papa slowly undresses me. Removing my skirt, my panties, leaving me naked as the day I was born.
Papa stands before me, taking me in as I’m staring at his muscled, tan chest. He gives a knowing smile—my admiration hasn’t gone unnoticed. Then he pounces.
I cry, “Oh!” as he takes my two wrists in his hands. Bending me over the side of the bed, he climbs onto the mattress, holding my hands pinned against it.
Papa’s gaze locks on mine. “You’ve got such a sassy little mouth on you. Makes my cock hard.”
“Makes me want to take off my belt.” The sound of Daddy unbuckling the metal buckle of his belt makes the cheeks of my ass clench. “I’m going to whip your pretty little ass.”
Papa’s gaze devours me as he tightens his hold on my wrists. “And then?”
Daddy says, “I’m going to take you.”
“And so am I.”
My knees feel weak, my head light. My tummy flips and flops. “Both of you?” I manage to stammer.
They answer in unison. “Yes.” Papa tightens his hold on my wrists, pinning me down on the bed.
Trembling, I stand there, bare naked, held down, grateful to be over the bed because my knees are barely able to hold my weight. I’m scared, excited, wanting it all to happen—and terrified that it will. What will it feel like to have sex with two men? To have them take turns with me, their hot seed filling me?
The thought of their cum makes my responsible side appear. Thank god I’ve got an IUD. But what about condoms? “Uh, guys—I know I marched in here demanding your cocks and all, but can we just quickly clear the air? Are you clean?”
Jet gives a dark chuckle. “We’re filthy. Dark and dirty daddies. But you should know—one of the many benefits of being with a man that’s a daddy is that they will never, ever put you at risk. We’re extremely responsible.”
He gives my ass a sharp slap that sends me sailing up on tiptoe, sucking air in between my teeth. “You mean all parts of me are not at risk with one exception—my ass?”
“Correct, little girl. You’re a quick learner, aren’t you?” And with that, the belt comes sailing down, making a stripe of lightning shoot across my ass.
“Fuck!”
“Such a dirty mouth, Jet, I don’t like such a filthy mouth on such a pretty girl. Give her another lick of your belt.”
“No! I’ll clean it up, I’ll be as sweet as a little church mouse. Only clean words and good vibes—ow, fuckity fuck fuck!” His belt comes down twice more, making me seethe with pain. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”
Papa makes the tsk-tsk sound between his teeth again. “She’s one of those that learns the hard way, isn’t she?”
Daddy lets out a low growl. “Looks like she is. Maybe another stripe?”
“No, please, I’ll—”
The belt lands again and I howl in pain. But as I lie there panting, the heat somehow moves from my ass to my pussy. Making it all hot and melty and damp with arousal. I’m so wet, I can feel it pool between my thighs, threatening to show itself.
That’s the moment Papa chooses to release my wrists, pull me onto the bed on my back, and start kissing me. He’s lying beside me, his kisses warming my mouth. His hands are in my hair, pushing it back from my face.
There are hands on my breasts. I can’t see them, as my eyes are closed, lost in this kiss, but I know they belong to Daddy. He lovingly cups my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers.
There are four big, rough hands on my body right now. Lines of fire burn over my ass, a warm throbbing that creates more moisture between my legs. Papa’s tongue explores my mouth, tasting me, discovering me. And Daddy’s hands do the same. They smooth their way down my belly. His fingers get lost in my damp curls, his fingertips slip between the lips of my pussy.
Within Papa’s kiss, I cry out as Daddy’s slick finger finds my sensitive bud, circling it, releasing the most amazing shivers of delight through my body, my sounds muffled by Papa’s mouth.
Daddy’s hands caress me, sliding past my clit and slipping inside of me while Papa kisses me.
As Daddy adds a second finger to his first, he moves them inside of me, my pussy stretching and slickening from his touch. Papa’s hands smooth over my breasts, my ribcage, my stomach.
Papa pulls away, leaving my mouth cold and lonely without his passionate kisses. I go to protest, to beg him to kiss me again, but now Daddy is climbing beside me, his fingers still inside of me, working their magic.
His kisses are deeper, rougher, his tongue swirling with the rhythm of his fingers.
But where is Papa?
He lies down on my other side. He’s stroking my hair, as Daddy kisses and fingers me. “Take her, Jet,” he says, undressing as he watches.
Before I can react, Daddy’s fingers are slipping from me. He stops kissing me, raising up on his knees. I stare at his bare, muscled chest as he lowers his trousers.
“Are you ready to have Daddy inside of you?” Daddy asks.
“Mm hmm,” I murmur, unable to speak.
His hands are on either side of my face as he bends down, kissing my lips. Papa stays, still stroking my hair as he says, “I’ll be next, sweet girl. I can’t wait to feel your pussy, tight around my cock.”
I’m speechless, the feel of Papa’s hands on me while I feel the head of Daddy’s cock against the entrance of my sex.
“Oh, fuck me,” I moan, so ready to have Daddy’s cock inside me.
Daddy says, “That’s right, princess. You’re about to take all of me. Then, with my seed still hot inside of you, you’ll take Papa’s cock.”
“Our dirty little girl—filled with the seed of two men in one night,” Papa chuckles.
Daddy’s cock presses harder against me. Stretching the entrance to my pussy, making it burn so good. I cry out with pleasure as he thrusts, filling me with his hard member.
Having him inside of me not only feels amazing, it also gives me a deep sense of connection to him, my heart welling in my chest as he moves inside of me, our bodies becoming one.
Papa plays with my breasts. I turn my head toward him and he kisses me as Daddy hovers over me. The sensation of Daddy
fucking me while Papa fondles and kisses me is overwhelming and I’m already on the brink of orgasm.
It’s all so new, so thrilling—have two men at once, having one fuck me while the other one watches, caressing me as he awaits his turn. As I climb upward toward orgasm, my breathing grows heavy, perspiration dotting my brow. Papa takes note, and pulling my nipples between his fingers, he pinches hard. “Come for Daddy.”
I cry out and with two more hard thrusts from Daddy, I’m coming. It’s explosive like a dam bursting within me. I’m trying to cry out, but no sound comes from my throat. Daddy’s not finished though and he pumps harder, making me come again, my limbs shaking.
He gives a low growl, and I feel his seed spurting from his cock, filling me. His cock pulses, releasing every drop. He leans down, kissing my lips. “Now for your Papa.”
Daddy climbs off of me, lying by my side. He twirls my hair around his fingers.
I lie trembling, still shook from my last orgasm. “I-I don’t know if I can take anymore,” I whimper as Papa approaches me.
I’m shaking, a weak-limbed mess, but as I stare into Papa’s eyes, I long to feel that deep connection like I did with Daddy. I want him inside of me.
Papa kisses me gently. “I assure you, you can. A strong woman like you? You can handle two men just fine.”
And with that, he slides inside me. His hard cock fills me, my pussy so wet and slick from a mingling of my own juices and Daddy’s hot cum. I moan, my head lolling back as another climax builds within my core.
Daddy takes my hand in his. I can feel his gaze on my face, watching me as I come again. My head feels faint, my limbs weak. Papa thrusts inside me, over and over, and I give one final cry as we orgasm together, his hot seed releasing with his moan.
I lie there, limp in their arms, completely spent. They kiss me and stroke me as I quietly recover. Their soft kisses, gentle touches leave me wondering if I can betray them, now that I’ve connected to them so deeply.
Guilt sets in as Papa leans down to kiss my cheek, saying, “Such a sweet girl.”
“Our perfect princess,” says Daddy.
But all is fair in love and business.
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