Chapter 35
Professor Shaw
The candlelight dances across Rhea's flushed cheeks as she takes another delicate bite of her pasta, careful to keep her elbows off the table as per our protocols. Her posture is impeccable tonight—spine straight, shoulders back, thighs pressed together beneath the little black dress I selected for her. These past few weeks of training have transformed her into the picture of relaxed grace.
"You've been awfully quiet tonight, sweet girl," I muse, swirling the wine in my glass. "Though I do appreciate how beautifully you’ve been concentrating. Not a single rule broken during dinner."
"Thank you, sir." That delicious blush colors her cheeks at my praise. "I've been practicing everything you've taught me. Your lessons never leave my mind."
"Mmm. And what’s on your mind right now?" I let my gaze drift meaningfully between my stepsons. "Something involving just you and me? Or perhaps you're imagining more... creative arrangements for your evening?"
Dean's eyes meet mine across the table, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. He's learned to read these moments well. He knows when I'm orchestrating something particularly devious. Beside him, Ethan maintains his usual unreadable expression, but I catch the slight raise of his eyebrow that betrays his interest.
"Tell us, Rhea," I command a little louder. "What runs through that pretty head during our formal dinners?"
Rhea's fork trembles slightly as she sets it down. "I think about serving you, sir. All of you. However you desire."
"Such a perfect answer. You've learned my protocols so quickly. Makes me wonder if my boys truly appreciate the hard-earned gift of your submission the way I do."
"Is that a dig?" Ethan smirks. “You know we notice every tiny detail of how our girl strives to please us.”
"Perhaps." I lean back, enjoying how Rhea shifts in her seat, careful to maintain proper posture even as an excited heat clearly burns through her. "I hope you know exactly how to reward her for how hard she tries. I’d be very disappointed to find out you’re letting her down when I’m not around."
"Cut to the chase, old man,” Dean chuckles. “We all know you’re going somewhere with this.”
"Alright. I thought I might observe you both with our sweet girl. Direct the scene while you demonstrate exactly what you've learned." My gaze locks onto Rhea's widening eyes. "Would you like that, Rhea? Both your boys filling you while your Master guides their every move?"
The desperate whimper that escapes her would normally earn a punishment, but tonight I'll allow it. Still, she remembers to answer properly. "Yes, sir. Please ."
"And after they've thoroughly used you..." I pause to take a slow sip of wine, letting the anticipation build. "After they've marked you as theirs inside and out...then you'll crawl to me and show your Master proper appreciation."
Rhea's chest rises and falls rapidly, her nipples visibly hard beneath the thin fabric of her dress. The twins exchange heated looks, clearly as eager as she is for what's to come. This is exactly what I hoped for when I suggested implementing high protocol—the perfect balance of structure and depravity.
"Finish your dinner first. You'll need your strength for what I have planned."
The tension reaches an almost unbearable temperature as we complete the meal, every bite bringing us closer to the moment when the real fun begins. I catch Rhea rubbing her scarred thighs together several times, though she maintains perfect table manners otherwise. The twins control themselves admirably, but I notice their curious glances, the way their hands clench impatiently around their cutlery.
When the last plate is cleared away by my gorgeous submissive, I rise unhurriedly from my chair. "Dean, Ethan, escort our girl upstairs to my playroom, but don't touch her beyond that. Not until I give explicit permission."
They move as one, flanking Rhea as she turns towards the hallway. I follow at a slower pace, savoring the view as they guide her up the stairs.
Time to show them exactly why I'm the Master they all answer to.
My leather armchair creaks softly as I settle in, drinking in the sight before me. Rhea stands between the twins, still clothed but practically vibrating with impatience. It takes a Herculean effort to keep a straight face as I negotiate the scene I’m imagining with all three of them, a bemused grin threatening the corners of my mouth as Rhea tries to hurry me along.
"Alright, Dean, start with her zipper. Slowly. Ethan, stand behind her. Hold her hair back so I can see her pretty face while your brother undresses her."
They both follow my instructions without question, content to let me drive the scene. As per Rhea’s schedule, tonight is my time to play with her how I wish. I suspect they’re grateful to be involved, instead of having to wait for the next time they can have her to themselves.
"Good girl, staying so still," I praise her as the dress loosens. “Slip it all the way off, Dean. Show me that delicious body of hers. I’ve been dreaming about it all day. If anything, our girl should be punished for being such a distraction while I’m trying to work. What do you think, Rhea?”
“If my Master thinks I deserve to be punished, then he must be right. Though I hope it’s not something too awful, seeing as I can’t help it if he thinks about my body a little too often.”
I can’t help but let slip a chuckle at Rhea’s brave response while the black fabric whispers down her body, revealing inch after inch of luscious skin I've marked as mine countless times. No matter how much I train her, I hope she never loses that fiery edge that compels her to question me—just enough to make our dynamic that much more fun.
She has a natural brat in her, that’s for sure. One that makes my cock ache to remind her who’s boss.
"Look how wet she is already," I observe, noting the gleam on her inner thighs. "Spread your legs wider, sweet girl. Show your boys what they've done to you just by undressing you."
Rhea obeys instantly, her thighs parting to reveal her glistening pussy. Dean's groan makes me smile, we all know how he loves to be reminded now of those pretty scars on her inner thighs. The ones that reassure him of his vital role in our dynamic.
"Touch her breasts, both of you. Be gentle for now. Remember how sensitive she is." I watch as multiple hands cup her flesh, thumbs brushing over tight peaks while she visibly struggles to stand still. "That's it. Roll her nipples between your fingers. Make her squirm."
Rhea's first moan escapes when Ethan pinches slightly harder than his brother, making her arch back against his chest.
"Dean, slide your hand down. Trace her slit but don't enter her yet. Just feel how ready she is."
Dean's fingers glide through her wetness, making her gasp. "Fuck, she's dripping."
"Good. Now circle her clit. Slow, steady pressure. Ethan, bite her neck—that spot just below her ear that makes her whine."
They work in perfect synchronization, Dean's fingers drawing tight circles while Ethan's teeth graze her flesh. Rhea's legs start to shake as I watch her pleasure build.
"Please, sir," she whimpers, hips rocking desperately against Dean's hand.
"Not yet." I lean forward, drinking in her desperation. "Dean, slide two fingers inside her. Curl them up—you know the spot. Ethan, pinch her nipples harder. Make her feel it."
Dean's fingers sink deep as Ethan twists both nipples roughly. Rhea presses her lips together and I know she’s biting back a wanton scream. Placing limits on her noise levels is one of my favorite rules. It’s endlessly fun to watch her struggle before she inevitably fails so spectacularly.
"That's it, work her up slowly. Edge her until she's incoherent." I adjust myself through my slacks, my own arousal building as I watch them play her body like an instrument. "Add another finger, Dean. Stretch her properly."
Three fingers pump steadily now, Dean's thumb still working her clit. Ethan's mouth leaves purple marks down her neck, his hands never letting up their teasing assault on her breasts. Rhea writhes between them, desperate little squeaks falling from her pursed lips.
"Stop." I command just as her knees begin to buckle. "Pull out. Let her calm down."
Dean withdraws his fingers, gleaming with her wetness. Rhea pouts at the loss, her sad eyes seeking mine as she waits for her next instruction.
"Again," I command. "From the beginning. We'll edge her three more times before you fuck her. I want her mindless when you finally take her."
They begin again, hands and mouths working in tandem to drive her toward another peak she won't be allowed to reach. My perfect little girl, trapped between my sons, learning exactly who controls her pleasure.
The night is still young, and I plan to make her earn every orgasm I eventually grant her.
Just as I intended, Rhea’s control is well and truly frayed after the third time Dean is forced to pull away from her swollen clit. Her sweet cunt is puffy and pink, desperate to be filled when I finally say the word.
"On your back, sweet girl." I direct Rhea onto the padded bench in the center of the room. "Spread those gorgeous legs. Show us all how desperate you are after all that edging."
She's magnificent in her need, skin flushed and glistening with sweat, pussy dripping onto the leather beneath her. Three denied orgasms have left her trembling, eyes glazed with desire.
"Dean, kneel between her legs. Ethan, position yourself at her head." I watch them move into place, their cocks already rigid when I give them permission to pull them out. "Good. Now Rhea, open that clever mouth for Ethan while Dean fills your aching cunt."
Dean grips her thighs, spreading her wider as he swipes his erection through her wet lips. Ethan threads his fingers through her hair, guiding her head to where he needs it before he slides down her throat. The sight of her stretched at both ends makes my cock throb almost to the point of pain.
"Slow," I command as Dean begins to push inside. "I don’t want her to come yet."
Rhea moans around Ethan's cock as Dean fills her completely. Her back arches off the bench, hands gripping the edges for stability.
"Careful, Rhea. You’re making an awful lot of noise. Don’t make me end all the fun."
I can see every ounce of strain on Dean’s face as he tries to hold back from fucking his girl with reckless abandon. I can’t help but savor their desperation. "Dean, I want you to tell me how she feels."
"So fucking tight," Dean groans. "Hot and wet, squeezing my cock like she's trying to milk it dry."
"I thought so. Now move."
They begin a steady rhythm, Dean's cock sliding in and out of her drenched pussy while Ethan fucks her eager mouth. Rhea writhes between them, taking everything they give her.
"Faster now. Make her feel it. Show me how well you can please our girl."
The pace quickens, the wet sounds of their play filling the room. Rhea's muffled keening grows more desperate as Dean's thrusts hit deeper, as he lifts her knees to make the angle more intense.
"She's close," he pants. "Can feel her getting tighter..."
"Then I guess you better get there first. Fill her with your cum before she falls apart. She still doesn’t have my permission to climax." I brace my elbows on my knees, eyes fixed on the sight of Rhea’s cunt swallowing Dean’s cock again and again. "You too, Ethan, fuck her mouth until you spill your load down her throat."
They both immediately pick up the pace, using her holes to get themselves off before she breaks my rules. Rhea's body goes rigid as she fights off her orgasm, every muscle straining to keep her from falling off that precipice.
"That's it, pump her full."
It’s not long before both twins are grunting through their release almost in unison, their thrusts faltering to a steady halt. When I command them to pull out, Rhea lies there panting, thoroughly debauched as drool trickles across her cheek, Dean's cum already leaking from between her thighs.
Now she's ready for her Master's attention.
"Crawl to me, sweet girl. Show your Master how well-used you are."
Rhea slides off the bench on shaky limbs, licking her lips as she moves across the floor. The twins watch from either side, clearly spent but transfixed as she approaches my chair.
"Look at you," I murmur, running my fingers through her tousled hair. "Flushed and sticky face, hot cum leaking from that sweet pussy. Did you enjoy being their toy?"
"Yes, Master." Her voice is hoarse from Ethan's attention to her throat. "Thank you for letting them use me."
"You took them so beautifully." I trace her swollen lips with my thumb. "But you know we’re not finished yet, don't you?"
"Yes, Master, of course. I won’t be happy until I’ve satisfied you too."
"Show me." I finally release my cock from my slacks. "With your tongue first. Let me feel how much you want to please me."
Her tongue traces the underside of my shaft, collecting precum from the tip before swirling around the head. The twins shift closer, captivated by her performance.
"That's it, worship your Master's cock." I grip her hair tightly, controlling her movements. "Take me deeper now. Show your boys how well I've trained that throat."
Rhea relaxes her jaw, letting me slide past her lips until I hit the back of her throat. Tears gather in her eyes as she suppresses her gag reflex, but she takes me deeper still.
"Perfect little cocksucker," I praise as she works me with hypnotizing skill. "But I think I want to feel that cum-filled pussy. Stand up, face your boys."
She moves to position herself across my thighs, ass raised invitingly before she sinks down onto me, splayed wide so Dean and Ethan get a perfect view of my cock filling her leaking hole. I begin to fuck up into her slowly, each thrust forcing more of Dean’s seed out around my cock. "Look at our girl. This is what she was made for, taking load after load until she's overflowing."
"Please," she moans as I pick up speed. “I need your cum, too..."
"Greedy little girl." I bring my palm down in a hard slap on her clit, forcing another squeak from her lips. "You'll get it when I decide you've earned it. I want to feel you grip me with this tight little cunt. Come for your Master while I fill you up."
My fingers work her sensitive bud as I pound into her harder, feeling my own release building as her head drops back against my shoulder. Her walls clench around me when she finally peaks, milking my cock as I empty myself deep inside her at the same time.
Protocol flies straight out the window as she lets out a cry that’s somewhere between a sob and a feral scream, her entire body shuddering against mine as her orgasm pulses on and on. I stroke her clit right through to the end, until she’s trying to clamp her thighs shut around my hand.
"Good girl," I praise as I pump the last drops of my cum into her. "Now thank your Master properly."
Rhea immediately sinks to her knees between my legs, taking my softening cock into her mouth to clean up our combined juices. The twins watch in something that looks like awe as she demonstrates her complete devotion.
“That’s my gorgeous girl. You’ve done so well today, I don’t think I’ll punish you for all the noise. Now, kiss your boys goodnight, I have more plans for you once you’re tucked into my bed.”