Chapter 75
Adria swept a long, precise line of eyeliner across her lid as Bryson’s voice echoed from the bedroom. “Kay, have you seen my black shirt?”
“No idea!” Kaydon’s shout followed. Adria sighed—why did they always wait until the last second?
She stole a peek into the room. Seth was impeccably dressed, casually twirling his knife. In the walk-in closet, hangers rattled as Kaydon and Bryson rifled through clothes.
“Seth, have you seen it?” Bryson asked.
“Find your own shit, I know where mine is,” Seth said, tossing his knife into the air and catching it.
Adria froze.
The rustling in the closet stopped, and it wasn’t long before Bryson stood in the room. Arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame.
Adria watched the blood drain from Seth’s face.
“Seth Bryan Moore. Do you wanna try that again?” Bryson said.
Seth opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. “Ummmmm…”
“Tongue tied,” Kaydon said, jumping into the bed.
Kaydon wore black sweats and no shirt. Adria’s eyes roamed around his glistening skin.
“Kaydon, do you still need to shower?” she asked.
He had the good sense to look sheepish but said, “I just need a quick one.”
Adria took in the scene in front of her. Seth was dressed, Bryson couldn’t find his outfit, and Kaydon was still in pajamas.
She pinched the bridge of her nose.
“This is your grooms’ dinner,” she said.
“Our grooms’ dinner,” Kaydon corrected.
Adria’s eyes narrowed.
She glanced at her watch, doing some mental math. They had a few hours, if she had Eric stall.
After sending a quick text to Eric, she turned to her men.
“If you guys are insisting we show up late to our own party, I might as well punish you now.” She ran a finger along Kaydon’s bare chest. “That way every time you sit you’ll remember who owns you.”
She didn’t have to say anything more. The three of them flew off the bed, throwing clothes off left and right.
Adria went to her closet, coming out in nothing but a corset and a flogger.
“What is this mess?” she said, pointing at all the clothes. “You have exactly ten seconds to clean this up.”
“Ten.
“Nine.
“Eight.”
She counted while the three of them scrambled to pick up and fold their clothes.
When she finished counting, they were panting.
“Bend over the bed, I want to see those beautiful assholes.”
When they were in position, she took her time teasing each of them.
“I wonder if I’ll let you come today,” she said, pushing three fingers into Kaydon’s ass, enjoying the feeling of him gripping her.
Moving on, she gathered three butt plugs. Seth’s was the largest, but she was slowly training Kaydon and Bryson to take her larger toys.
Pushing them into each of them, she pulled up her app and pressed high.
The three of them jerked immediately. Moaning into the mattress.
“On second thought, maybe I’ll make you come so much that you forget your own names.”
“Fuck,” Bryson said.
Adria increased the vibration setting and changed it to pulse.
“Maybe next time, you three will be more timely, hmm?”
Getting married was the last thing she ever thought she would do. But in the end, it felt right. She hadn’t been broken by them. Instead, she was made whole. And it felt right to bind herself to them, like they were bound to her.
Adria moved to the bed, legs spread wide; she gave the three of them a perfect view of her now glistening cunt.
“I want to feel you everywhere.”
It was all the direction they needed, because the three of them tripped over themselves to get to her.
But once they were by her side, they turned into a finely tuned instrument. It was like they were one mind and knew just how to touch her in tandem to make her sing.
Seth’s fingers were inside her first and Bryson sucked on her sensitive clit, while Kaydon trailed kisses along her collarbone and nipped at her ear.
Soon she could feel Bryson’s fingers next to Seth’s and she cried into the room.
“You like that, don’t you, Mistress?” Seth said, and Adria nodded.
Kaydon circled two fingers around her nipple and said, “With words, Mistress.”
She cried out, “You know I fucking love it, handsome, now get down there and join them.”
Kaydon pressed his hand behind her, grazing her sensitive hole, but instead he curled his fingers to enter alongside Bryson and Seth’s.
“Fuck,” Adria said, and she gripped the comforter.
“Whose are we?” Kaydon said.
“Mine,” she said without hesitation. Their fingers intertwined inside her and her body coiled tighter and tighter.
Kaydon’s hand, fingers staying inside her, turned to press his thumb into her back entrance. Bryson pressed his lips to her overstimulated clit, and Seth nipped at her inner thigh.
She felt completely exposed and taken care of at the same time.
Without a doubt, if she fell, they would catch her.
When Adria reached the point of no return, there was no hesitation, no looking back.
She rode the orgasm, fingers gripping into Seth and Bryson’s hair.
When her breathing slowed, and she came back to her senses, she looked down to see three, very hungry, very needy, submissives at her feet.
“Do my three little sluts want to come?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress,” the three of them said.