Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
STEFANI
"Oh, God…"
The thought hits me hard and fast.
What are these men doing to me?
They're filthy with their language, crude in their confidence, domineering in ways that should make me run—and yet they're devastating in ways that leaves me undone.
I don't think I will ever be able to tell them no.
Not when they look at me like I'm theirs, and not when they speak to me like they already know every part of me.
My body's their playground, theirs to do with as they please.
It reacts to them before my mind can catch up, like it recognizes something I'm still trying to understand.
After everything they've stirred up inside me—everything they've made me feel—I know one thing with terrifying clarity: I'll give them whatever part of me they want… willingly and completely.
Waking up this morning, thoroughly used and deliciously sore, I stretch my arms over my head. My back arches, and I feel a slow ripple of movement that reminds me of everything that happened last night.
I'm alone in the bed, but I can hear their voices down the hall. Low, masculine laughter drifts through the doorway, filling the space that is fast becoming something dangerous to admit out loud.
Home. It feels like home.
We've only just met, and yet… they made their intentions clear from the start. They weren't taking no for an answer when it came to protecting me, claiming me, and pulling me into their world.
I belonged to them, and somehow, that truth wraps around me like warmth.
Climbing out of bed, I check my phone and immediately regret it. A message from the inseminator—my father—reminding me of our meeting today.
Irritation flares instantly.
He's relentless when he wants something. He never sees me as his daughter, only as another piece on his political chessboard. A tool that can be used as a bargaining chip, but never a person.
I open the closet and pick one of the freshly pressed button-down shirts hanging up. It smells like Cutter—sandalwood and musk—unmistakably him. The light blue fabric falls to mid-thigh when I slip it on. It's oversized and comfortable.
I leave the room following the sound of laughter, searching for the two men who are responsible for my sore lady bits.
A small laugh escapes me at the memory of my two men treating my vag as an all-night party room. I never thought I'd find my situation so amusing, yet here I am, doing just that.
"Now that's what I call a good morning," Dash says when he spots me, his grin slow and appreciative as his gaze sweeps over me.
Heat rises in my cheeks, but I still walk straight to him. His arms wrap around me without hesitation—his presence settling over me protectively.
"Hungry, Kitten?" Cutter asks, standing at the stove, flipping pancakes.
"Mm… it smells good," I say, grinning. "Of course, I'm hungry."
"Me too," Dash nuzzles my neck. "But it's not for Daddy's cooking."
"Dash," Cutters says in a warning tone. "Don't get any ideas. Kitten has got to be sore letting us batter that pretty little pussy." He turns his head and winks at me, grinning.
"You're so crude," I say, laughing.
He gives a small shrug. "I tell it how it is, Kitten. Besides, I think my crude words make that pretty flower of yours weep."
My thighs clench together. He isn't wrong… his words do exactly that.
He turns with a plate stacked with pancakes and moves to the kitchen island, where we usually eat in the mornings. Setting the plate down, he reaches into his pajama pants and pulls out his well-hung penis. It reminds me of a beefy sword covered in a silky sheath.
There's a white bead of meat mucus seeping from the tip. When he notices me looking at it, he chuckles.
"You like seeing Daddy's drippage?" he asks as he begins guiding his hand up and down his shaft. "I need to finish preparing your breakfast, Kitten. Your pancakes still need Daddy's man jam."
I watch in fascination as Cutter pumps his meat until it's hard and ready. I lick my lips at the sight, and when the explosion happens, he grabs the plate of pancakes and covers them all with ribbons of his DNA.
Am I expected to eat that now?
It's like Dash hears the thought before I'm even done thinking it.
"Yes, Kitten," he murmurs, pulling me closer to his chest, "you're going to eat every morsel slathered with Daddy's bone sauce."
Before I can react, Dash lifts me effortlessly into his arms and carries me to one of the stools. He sits down, positioning me on his lap.
"Here," he says, pulling a plate toward us. "Let big Bruder feed you."
He cuts a piece of pancake, spears it with the fork, and brings it to my lips. There's no hesitation as I open my mouth and accept the bite.
The taste is different from what I'm used to. Not the usual sweetness of maple syrup, but something far richer, saltier, and unexpected. It's unusual… but not bad. And the way they watch me chew it and then swallow, with such fascination, has me flushing again.
"Well?" Cutter's voice slices through the silence. "What do you think, Kitten?"
"It's… good," I reply shyly.
"I knew you'd like it," Dash whispers close to my ear. "All little cum kittens love their cream. You're no different." He shoves another forkful of pancake into my mouth.
Dash doesn't release me until my plate is empty. Then he lets me slide from his lap and prepares his own plate. I watch in amusement as he gobbles everything down and then picks up his plate and licks every drop of Daddy's jam from the dish.
He sits back, rubbing his stomach. "Damn, I'm as stuffed as Kitten's body was last night."
Cutter laughs. "Oh, I don't believe that to be true," he says, gleefully. "Kitten was stuffed tighter than a turkey on Thanksgiving Day. There was nothing else getting in any of her holes."
I cover my face with my hands, embarrassment rising to an all-time high.
"Oh, I think I could've fit my fingers in right beside my cock," Dash says. "In fact, we should start preparing her for DVP."
My hands fall from my face, and my eyes meet his light blue ones. "What is DVP?"
"Double vag penetration," he replies with a wink.
"We're going to both fuck that pretty cum catcher at the same time, Kitten," Cutter states, stepping up beside me. "We are going to own you in every way possible."
My heartbeat thuds harder, and my breath catches. Although it sounds like something that might hurt, I still want to experience it. I want to experience everything with both of these men.