Chapter 37
The house was cold. Adria moved down the grand staircase, her nightgown trailing just above her feet.
She could hear crying. Silently, she moved towards the sound.
The shadows seemed to move around her and she had to concentrate.
There was nothing to be scared of. Her father protected them. There were no monsters here.
Even though she believed it, it did little to dissuade the pieces of darkness that danced around her. Mocking her. Proving that she wasn’t brave.
Walking on her tiptoes she tried to move past the dark haze in the kitchen; a thick smell of burning food filled her nose.
A small notebook sat at the edge of the breakfast counter. Adria saw the sketching of a mountainside on its cover.
Adjusting her gaze, she saw the pantry door.
The cries were coming from there.
Soft, pitiful sounds. Adria wanted to help.
Reaching her hand up, she encircled the handle.
Turning it, she pulled on the door.
The crying stopped.
Adria stared into the darkness.
At first, she saw nothing, but then, after letting her eyes adjust, she saw white skin. Stepping closer, the moaning continued. Adria moved to the person’s side, reaching out to comfort them.
Clarity came to her, and she looked down at Jonathan: his naked form tied to a chair, skin flayed from his body, blood pouring from him.
“Help me.”
She scrunched her eyes shut, and everything turned to darkness once more.
But voices caused her to open her eyes again.
This time, it wasn’t Jonathan bleeding. It was Alexey, one of the cooks. The nice one that always made her pancakes with chocolate chips.
“Help me,” he said again.
Adria tried to back up, but she slipped on something and fell onto her bottom.
Her hands touched something slippery and wet.
Looking down, she realized in horror that she was in a pool of blood.
Adria screamed into the darkness.
Immediately, hands wrapped around her, and instead of fear, she felt a blanket of warmth. Kaydon was with her.
“Shhhh, gorgeous, it was only a dream.”
It was pitch black, but when hands reached up to cup her face, she knew they were Bryson’s.
The four of them had spent the afternoon rearranging the space, pushing the two bunk beds together. It was a group effort, but they somehow managed to create a reasonable sleeping arrangement.
“What is it? What happened?” Kaydon asked.
She shook her head. “It was just a dream.”
“Tell us,” Bryson said, his thumb brushing her cheek.
Adria thought about saying no.
But it was just a dream, what was the harm in sharing?
“It was Jonathan. He looked exactly how I left him. Except he was in my house.”
What a weird thing for her to dream. She had been young, maybe four, and why would she dream about Jonathan being tortured in her home?
“Was he dead?” Seth asked.
“No,” she said.
Help me.
That is what Jonathan had said. Except Jonathan had never said that. And the voice in her dream—it wasn’t Jonathan’s. Something tickled at the back of her mind, but Adria couldn’t place it.
“I don’t know. There was something familiar about it,” she said.
Kaydon nuzzled his face into the back of her neck and said, “He’s dead, Adria. He can’t hurt you.”
“Memories do hurt people sometimes, Kay,” Seth said.
“You guys, I’m fine,” Adria said.
“You’re shaking,” Bryson said, arms wrapping around her.
Adria felt her body trembling. She didn’t understand why she was acting this way.
“I have nightmares sometimes,” she said, acutely aware that Eric was usually there to calm her.
“We will just have to find some way to distract you,” Kaydon said, pressing his erection into her.
“I don’t think we have enough room for that,” Adria said.
“Like hell we don’t,” Seth said, his hand trailing down her middle.
Adria’s body felt tired. Her mind was still foggy from the dream.
“I don’t think I have the energy to play tonight. Maybe tomorrow.”
“Dri, it doesn’t make you any less of a Domme if you let us take care of you,” Bryson said, lips brushing against hers.
“Let us worship you,” Kaydon said.
“Make you feel so good, you’ll forget your own name, let alone that dream,” Seth said, his fingers getting devilishly close to her core.
Adria’s insides liked the sound of that. The tingles of the nightmare melting away with each of their caresses.
“Give us the word, gorgeous,” Kaydon said. “We got you.”
Adria couldn’t remember the last time she had vanilla sex. Would it really be vanilla with all three of them?
She doubted it.
After their truth-or-share game, none of them had pushed. They seemed to be waiting for her to tell them when she was ready. Adria wasn’t scared to be with all three of them, but it never seemed like the right time.
Now, here in the dark, with their warmness pressing in around her.
It felt right.
Stupidly, she nodded, but in the pitch black, she realized none of them could see her.
“Yes,” she whispered into the space.
Energy surged, and she could feel their surrounding excitement.
Seth shifted, and Adria could hear him whispering something to Bryson.
Kaydon was already sliding his fingers under her t-shirt. He wrapped his arms around her bare skin, and shifted them, so Adria was lying on top of him. Her back pressed against his chest, and he wrapped both legs around hers, pinning her thighs apart.
Magically, Seth was there, his mouth over her underwear, and Adria rested her head on Kaydon’s neck. With Kaydon’s breath behind her, Adria enjoyed Seth exploring her.
“You’re going to have to let my legs go to take off my underwear,” she teased.
“This underwear is going to be in tatters by the time I’m done with them,” Seth said.
“And we are never letting you go,” Bryson said. His voice was hot on her neck. Somehow, he had wedged himself next to her on the bed and Adria felt Kaydon’s arms move to pin her against him.
She pulled, but his strong thighs and arms held her.
Any argument she had died in her throat as Bryson pushed her shirt up and took her left breast in his mouth.
Adria held her breath as Seth continued to lap at her through the fabric. Kaydon was so strong under her. With Kaydon as her foundation, and Bryson and Seth lavishing attention on her, inch by inch, Adria gave in.
She found her body trembling under their touch and her mind begging for more.
Bryson kissed the sides of her mouth, and Adria opened for him, but all he did was run his tongue along her bottom lip.
Seth pushed her underwear aside and pressed two fingers deep inside her.
Adria gasped.
“I could live on your sounds,” Kaydon’s voice rumbled behind her. Bryson pressed his body in close, and Adria could hear him and Kaydon kissing above her.
Seth added his mouth to her cunt, and Adria whined.
“So needy for us,” Bryson whispered in her ear.
Adria wanted to argue, but it had become increasingly obvious how true his statement was.
Seth’s thumb drifted lower, and Adria felt her wetness spread around her tight hole. Seth pushed a single finger into her, and she felt her orgasm building.
“Let go, Mistress,” Seth said, putting his mouth on her again.
Adria tried to scream into the room, but Bryson was there, mouth on hers, smothering her sounds with his tongue in her mouth.
Seth pressed his finger into her ass as his other fingers curled inside her tender walls. The orgasm ran through her, and she let the three of them hold her. Bryson’s hands on her face, Seth’s fingers inside her, and Kaydon at her back.
When she finished clenching around Seth’s fingers, she said, “I still remember my name.”
Kaydon chuckled under her. “We are not even close to done.”
Shifting her above him, Kaydon pulled her soaked underwear to the side, pressing his cock into her entrance, and Adria’s eyes rolled back into her head.
Kaydon’s size stretched her, and she gripped his hips for support.
Seth continued to lick the outside of her. Adria could feel his tongue running along Kaydon and herself as Kaydon pumped in and out of her.
Bryson kissed along her neck and collarbone, his hands rubbing and pinching her breasts.
The three of them teased her, and Adria felt her arousal building again.
She was so close when Kaydon pulled out.
“No,” Adria said.
Bryson whispered in her ear, “We’re making you forget your name, remember.”
Kaydon moved her, and Seth’s fingers were at her rear entrance again, tracing her wetness along the rim, and Adria bit down on her lip.
“You are dripping for us, Adria,” Seth said, pushing his soaking thumb into her ass.
Adria felt him pumping inside her, his soft thrust sending her mind reeling.
Bryson’s hand drifted down, his fingers filling her.
Kaydon lay kisses along her back with gentle bites here and there.
Adria’s body was on fire. Her entire being begging for more. They were giving her so much, but she needed more.
Bryson removed his fingers, and she felt him press them onto her lips. Opening her mouth, she sucked each of his fingers clean. She tasted herself on his skin and enjoyed the ragged breaths each suck drew from him.
Kaydon grabbed something from behind him and lifted her easily with one hand.
When he set her back down, Adria felt lube on his cock. Adjusting her, he pressed his tip against her tight hole.
“Okay?” he asked, needing permission.
“Yes,” she said, pressing her ass into him.
Bryson moved away from her and Seth took his place.
Kaydon was gentle as he pressed her onto him.
Her body stretched. Pressure and pain filled her.
Adria enjoyed every inch of him. When his entire length rested inside of her, Kaydon brought his pelvis up, scooting the two of them to the edge of the bed.
Seth was there, mouth ready to take in her dripping cunt.
Adria heard more lube being dispensed and felt Seth shift.
“I’m going to fuck Seth as he eats you out,” Bryson said, his voice somewhere in front of her.
Seth moaned into her as his face rocked forward with Bryson’s first thrust.