Theirs to Pleasure: a Reverse Harem Romance

by Stasia Black

  He’s here. He hasn’t left me.

  “Fuck baby,” Dad says, ramming himself in and out like he’s making an Olympic sport out of screwing me. “You’re so tight. Fucking just-virgin pussy is fucking heaven.” His eyes drop closed and his face screws tight with bliss.

  Dominick’s finger, slick with lube, presses at my asshole as he sweeps my hair to the side and kisses the nape of my neck. “You still want this, beautiful girl?”

  He teases the rim of my back entrance, Dad still pumping away inside me, his hands clutching my hips for dear life.

  I look over my shoulder at Dominick. I can already feel how flushed I am. God. It’s ridiculous. Dad is fucking my brains out, my body jolting every other second with his cock bottoming out, but I still feel a little shy almost about Dominick doing…that. It’s been so built up—what if it doesn’t feel as good as he expected? Or somehow it doesn’t work?

  “Just do it,” I beg. “Please.” I reach behind me and grab his hand. “I need you inside me.” And it’s true. I don’t want it to be just Dad. It’s wrong if Dominick’s not here with me, step by step.

  Dom’s eyes flare at my words. I glance down and see that he’s rock hard. Somewhere along the way he discarded his pants. I bend over, one hand on Dad’s chest and the other bracing on the bed. I stick my ass out so that Dominick has the best access possible.

  And then I feel him there. Nudging and exploratory at first. The last plug was large, but just by looking at him, I can tell that he’s bigger.

  “Do it,” I cry out. “I need you inside me.”

  I expect him to shove it in. Part of me wants that. In spite of how he’s prepared me, I can’t deny there are still some lingering fears.

  But I should have known, unlike Dad, Dominick would never risk hurting me.

  “Relax and let me in, baby. Think about how good Dad is making you feel. How naughty it will feel to have both us inside you at the same time.”

  A shiver runs down my body at his words. I clench around Dad’s dick and then relax. Dominick uses the opportunity and pushes the head of his cock past the ring of muscles at my anus. I gasp and clutch Daddy’s chest at the intrusion.

  “Fuck, Dominick, that’s right, fuck your sister. We’re going to use you, little girl. Use you up, so goddamn hard.”

  Dominick leans over my back, his forehead touching my spine as, inch by inch, he penetrates deeper. Daddy finally slows his pace and I suck in air and hold it in my lungs.

  So.

  Full.

  “Look at our sweet girl,” Daddy hisses. “So jammed full of dick.” He reaches up and shoves his thumb in my mouth. “Suck it,” he demands. “Suck it like you wish it was your brother’s cock.”

  And I do. I suckle and lick at Daddy’s thumb. He pulls it out and it makes a wet pop noise. He smears the wetness all over my face and I chase his thumb hungrily, tongue out, sucking even harder when he shoves it deep in my mouth again.

  Both my sex and ass clench hard around their cocks. Simultaneously, they groan.

  “So fucking beautiful, Sarah,” Dominick mutters, one arm slipping around my waist from behind as he pushes in. I finally feel his hips snug against my backside. “I’m bottomed out in you,” he chokes out. “Do you have any idea what this feels like? Holy shit, beautiful, I can’t even—”

  “Get moving. We’re fucking a little slut, not spouting goddamned poetry,” Dad growls, pulling out and then jamming back in as if to punctuate his words. So full of Dominick in my backside, I can’t help an, “oof,” from escaping.

  “Slower,” Dominick snaps. “It’ll feel best if we’re together.”

  “Fine,” Dad mutters. Then he reaches up and tweaks one of my nipples hard. I yelp and fight not to bat his hand away.

  Dominick quickly distracts me by finally moving, a slow, languorous slide out and then back in again. Dad starts to move with him. They catch each other’s rhythm and holy God it’s like nothing I could have imagined.

  They pull out and then jam in together and oooooooooh.

  Being speared with two cocks at the same time—the first couple plunges in, I lose my breath. It’s just too much for any clear thought to penetrate.

  But then Dominick whispers, “Touch yourself. I want to feel you come while I’m buried deep in your ass.”

  I don’t have much presence of mind, but obeying Dominick when he says to touch myself? That’s a no brainer. I reach down and start to circle my clit.

  “Nasty fucking girl,” Dad says when he sees me doing it, but he doesn’t slow his pace, still matching Dominick. Both of them start to pick up speed. I can hear Dominick’s balls slap my ass every time he plunges in.

  Dad’s long cock is hitting a spot so deep inside, right where the wall between his and Dominick’s dicks gets compressed by the pressure of both of them stuffing me so full.

  Oh God, just imagining the picture we make! Me sandwiched between these two huge, virile men, both of their cocks disappearing inside me. And the pleasure I’m bringing both of them. Dominick’s told me he’s dreamed of getting in my ass for weeks on end. And now he’s there.

  And Dad—Daddy—however screwed up he might be with liking to give pain, he also brings pleasure. Such pleasure, and in combination with Dominick, oh God, the two of them together—

  I circle and press down hard on my clit—

  Oh my God, they’re fucking me so good. There’s no other word for what they’re doing. Fucking. Fucking.

  My head thrashes back and forth and that’s when I see us in the mirror over the bureau. There I am, riding Daddy. And Dominick, pumping into me furiously, his ass muscles flexing with every thrust—

  It strikes like lightning.

  “Oh my God!” I screech, rubbing myself even more furiously. I can’t— It’s too— I—

  Light and heat and color—

  I collapse on top of Daddy but continue to rub because, oh Jesus Christ, it’s still going.

  “Fuck, look at her getting off,” one of them says, I can’t even tell which one because I’m riding so high, pumping my hips and riding them as hard as they’re riding me.

  Their rhythm gets off, it feels like both of them are in a race to jam into me the fastest, ride me the hardest. I don’t care because oh God, oh fuck, it’s still going, I’m still riding it.

  I rub and chase and more squeaks come out of my mouth as pleasure rolls through my stomach and then back down through my sex.

  Arms wrap around me and someone squeezes my breasts. The surge ratchets even higher—like there’s a crest even within the orgasm itself. I cry out as I ride the highest wave of my life.

  Almost there. Oh God, almost there. One of the boys lets out a yell and stills inside me.

  But in my ass, he’s still thrusting.

  Dominick.

  I move back and forth against him and my furiously rubbing hand, digging harder and deeper into myself and ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh—

  There it is. There it fucking is!

  “Dominick!” I cry out his name and he clutches me back against him. He thrusts deep and then stills. Even through my peak, I feel him shuddering against me cum pulses deep into my ass.

  And it’s so beautiful.

  I love him.

  He’s mine.

  Forever.

  Mine.

  Perfect.

  Love.

  Forever.

  “What the fuck are you doing to my daughter?”

  The voice is so out of place, so unexpected, and me still catching my breath after the most amazing orgasm of my life, that I don’t even register what’s happening for several seconds.

  Not until my mother stomps over to the bed and jerks at Dominick’s arm to get him off of me. She’s dressed in a fancy red party gown even though her hair is matted and stringy and she’s obviously in rough shape.

  Looking just as shocked as I feel, Dominick pulls off and out of me. He quickly grabs his pants from the floor to cover his nudity.

  Which still leaves me
straddling Dad.

  “Get out of here!” I shriek at Mom, starting to move off Dad and reaching for the comforter. But Dad grabs my waist to keep me where I am.

  When I look down at him in horror, he’s just staring at my mom with a blasé expression. “What do you want, Diane? As you can see, we’re busy. How did you even get in here?”

  I cover my breasts with my arms, abandoning my attempt to get off Dad. He’s got a death grip on my waist, and to my everlasting shame and embarrassment, he’s still fully hard inside me.

  I peek back at Mom. She was never Mother of the Year or anything, but holy crap, I never wanted her to see me having sex. I grab at the edge of the comforter and pull it up to cover myself even though I’m obviously still straddling Dad.

  “Get your dick out of my daughter!” Mom yells.

  Dad shrugs his shoulders. “Not until you tell me how you got in here.”

  “I’m your wife,” she throws her hands up in the air. “When you weren’t at the party I thought maybe you’d taken a room. I never expected you and your son to be having a threesome with your stepdaughter at the fucking Father-Daughter Dance, you sick fuck! I showed my ID at the front desk and they gave me a keycard to your room. Now let go of her.”

  Dad does let go of my waist and I scramble off the bed. I hurry to Dominick’s side, wrapping the comforter around me as I go. Dominick has his trousers back on and puts an arm around me.

  Dad, on the other hand, sits there, completely naked. He makes no move to cover himself at all even though his cock is still half-hard. He looks totally unperturbed at what’s happening. “What do you want, Diane? Why are you really here?”

  She glares at him, then over at me where I’m standing by Dominick. Then she looks back to Dad. “My card got rejected.” She reaches in her purse and grabs her wallet. Opening it, she slides out one credit card. “Useless.” She flings it at Dad. “Rejected.” Another one goes flying at his face. “Less than worthless.” Number three actually hits him in the chest.

  Dad’s square jaw tenses and his nostrils flare. “You’re testing my patience, Diane. You’ve been abusing your allowance and I told you that I’d be putting a limit on your account if your spending continued to be out of control.”

  Mom scoffs and that’s when I really look at her closely for the first time since she came in the door. It was obvious she’s not well, but now I see just how much thinner she’s gotten. She looks older, too. Maybe just because she doesn’t have any makeup on. Well, other than some garish lipstick she applied at the last minute. When she opens her mouth to start on another rant, I can see it’s all over her teeth.

  Her eyes are red and she’s got the withdrawal shakes. She’s always unpredictable when she’s like this. “You’re the director of a fucking hospital. You’re not running out of it anytime soon.”

  Dad stands up, all imposing six foot three of him. He towers over Mom, apparently still impervious to the fact that he’s naked. Mom barely looks him up and down once before crossing her arms over her chest defiantly.

  “The reason I remain wealthy is that I don’t throw my money away on coke parties in the Maldives.”

  Mom’s eyes flare. “That was a relaxing spa vacation that I needed because everything has been so stressful at home lately.”

  “Stressful wasting your useless life away?” Dad says scathingly.

  Mom’s lips tighten and she steps into him, raising a finger to point at his chest. “Take the hold off my account or I’m telling her.” Mom nods in my direction.

  Whoa, wait. What?

  Dad’s eyes widen and he grabs her wrist in what looks like a bruising grasp.

  “Dad,” Dominick says at the same time I step forward. “What’s she talking about?”

  Mom just lifts an eyebrow in challenge.

  “Don’t shit where you eat, Diane,” Dad says in a deadly whisper.

  “Well I’ve got nothing to eat right now,” Mom shoots back, “so what the fuck do I care?”

  “Somebody tell me what she’s talking about,” I demand.

  Everyone ignores me while Mom and Dad continue their stare-off.

  Neither of them look like they’re going to crack any time soon so I look over at Dominick. “Dom?” I ask, my voice trembling. “What’s she talking about?”

  As soon as I see his ashen face, I know it’s something horrible.

  “I didn’t know at first, I swear,” he whispers.

  “Shut up, Dominick,” Dad snaps.

  I take a step back from him, immediately feeling like I’m going to lose my lunch. Oh my God. What is it? What aren’t they telling me? “What didn’t you know about?”

  “Why do you think he really married me?” Mom asks, laughing hysterically as she tries to yank away from Dad’s grip on her arm. “It certainly wasn’t for my sweet ass.”

  He jerks her roughly. “Stop it, Diane. If you ever want—”

  “Fuck you!” She leans back and then spits in his face. “No man’s ever gonna control me! I don’t need any of this shit. I was doing just fine before you came into the picture.”

  She turns to me. “He saw your tight little ass at that party we went to last fall.” She gestures toward the bed and then at Dominick. “He had this sick shit in mind from the get-go but he needed to own you first. So he fucking bought you from me.”

  “Shut up, bitch!” Dad yells.

  And then he backhands Mom so hard that she’s knocked to the ground.

  I scream and cover my face.

  “Dad!” Dominick rushes his father and pins him against the far wall of the hotel. “What the fuck are you thinking?”

  As big as his dad is, Dominick’s bulkier. He drags his dad over to the door, opens it, and shoves him out. “Get out of here, you bastard.”

  Dad looks back at me one time, then shrugs Dominick off. Without a word, he stomps off down the hallway. The door closes behind him.

  Mom just starts laughing like she barely feels it as she sits up, reaching up for her bleeding lip. She’s cackling like all of this is the funniest thing.

  “He had such a hard-on for you.” She looks up at me through her stringy hair. “I was used to men staring at you, but he had it bad. He needed to be able to stow you away at home so he could spank you and do his sick Daddy shit in secret, then go and still be respectable at his fancy job!” She leans over and spits a mixture of blood and mucus onto the hotel carpet.

  I stare at her.

  No. Oh God, no.

  Let this just be another one of the screwed-up bullshit rants that she makes up when she’s high.

  But she’s not high at the moment. She’s in withdrawal. She always gets mean when she hasn’t had a hit in a while.

  Still, I look over to Dominick again, begging for him to contradict her.

  But he looks over more pained, sick even. “I swear I didn’t know.” Then he looks at the floor. “Not in the beginning. At the wedding, all I knew was that you were beautiful and that I wanted you. And then, later, when I realized just how it was all a little too perfect and I confronted Dad about it, I’d already gotten to know you. And I just couldn’t—” His tortured eyes come back up to meet mine. “I couldn’t let you go. Sarah, you know I lo—”

  “Don’t,” I cut him off, shaking my head. “Just don’t.” He obviously hears the dangerous edge to my voice. If he utters the phrase I think was on the edge of his tongue, with how I feel right now, I think I might just cut his balls off.

  I look down at Mom where she’s still sitting in a pathetic ball on the floor. She holds her arms out to me. “Help me up, baby.”

  “You sold me.”

  It’s not a question. She said as much. For unlimited access to money and drugs. She only had a problem with it when her supply was cut off.

  “He promised he wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want,” she says. “Now come on, help Mommy up and we can go home and put all this behind us.” She tries to get up by herself but falls back down on her ass again.


  Wow.

  “God, Sarah, let’s go somewhere,” Dominick says. “Just let me explain.”

  I scoff and shake my head at him.

  Turns out I’m seeing a lot of things clearer now. “I’m just like the fucking frog.”

  “What?” Dominick’s brows knitting in confusion.

  “You know, the story of the frog cooking in the pot? If you put a frog in boiling hot water, he’ll jump right out. But if you put him in cold water and then slowly heat it to boiling, he’ll stay there and get slowly cooked through. You and…” I swallow the tears threatening to choke me. “Paul had me on a slow boil from the beginning. Starting at the wedding. And I was too fucking stupid to know to jump out of the pot. That you two intended on making a meal out of me the whole time.”

  “Christ, Sarah, no! That’s not how it was. Just listen—”

  When he takes a step forward, I back away and lift my hand. “Don’t you dare come any closer.” The threatening tears finally come, pouring down both cheeks. “I never want to see you or your abusive bastard of a father ever again. I’m getting restraining orders against both of you. If you come within 500 feet of me, I’ll call the police. I’m staying somewhere else tonight. You and Paul better be gone by the time I get home from school tomorrow.”

  With that, I turn and leave him and my mother behind.

  “Sarah!” he calls after me. “Please, Sarah!”

  I ignore him and continue walking down the hall. Away from him. Away from my mother. Away from the last of my innocence.

  Chapter 13

  One Year Later

  Life went on. For a few months, I didn’t think it would. I finished the semester in a daze, somehow managing to pull off B’s in most of my classes. God only knows how.

  Then, not able to stand even being in the same city as Paul and Dominick, I transferred to Loyola University in Chicago so I’d never have occasion to even accidentally run into them. I also changed my major to women’s studies.

  After feeling numb for a few months, I got angry. I cut my long hair short, declared I was a feminist on my Facebook page, and read a lot of Gloria Steinem.

  But I could only sustain the anger for so long and what was left after that was depression and confusion. And just an intense need to understand.