Epilogue
EPILOGUE
Eve
Five Months Later
“ S hh,” Jonathan admonished for the sixth time. “If anyone hears us, I swear to God, you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”
Eve rolled her eyes. He’d also made the threat six times, and it stopped being scary two iterations ago. “It wasn’t even me that time,” she whispered back. “It was you.” He’d knocked over an empty wine glass someone left on the edge of the stone pathway as they crept through the garden.
He glanced down at the shattered glass at his feet, genuine surprise in his eyes. Light from the three-quarter moon glinted off each jagged fragment, giving it an almost ethereal look. “My apologies,” he said after a moment. “Come on.”
Hiding an amused smile, she let him lead her through the rest of the garden and across the recently completed front courtyard of the new building. Lainey’s crew had put the finishing touches on the courtyard only days ago, finally bringing the expansion project to a close.
That very same day, Lainey had officially offered her a job. She was now second in command at Cox Construction, and they’d start their next project in two weeks, breaking ground on a boutique hotel halfway between Fairford and Burlington. Eve and Jonathan still had a lot of details to figure out, as far as her work travel and living arrangements. But he’d been so damn proud of her when she told him, his eyes glistening with tears as he held her close, that she knew they’d work it all out.
They skirted around the edge of a large fountain in the center of the courtyard. Jonathan and Mason had commissioned a marble statue based on the Botticelli painting The Birth of Venus —the goddess of sexual love and beauty emerging from a giant, scalloped shell. Water fell from the sides of the shell into the large fountain basin below.
As they hurried up the front steps to the new building’s main doors, Jonathan pulled a large brass key from his pocket. When he inserted it in the lock and tried to turn, however, it didn’t budge. Frowning, he tried the handle. The door opened easily, without making a sound.
“Why would it be unlocked?” Eve asked, brows drawing together.
They both looked across the large, opulent entryway to the large double doors beyond. Light crept through the cracks around the doors, standing out like a beacon in the otherwise pitch-black space.
“Who—” she started, but Jonathan held up a hand to stop her.
Taking her arm again, he led her across the cherrywood floors, only listening at one of the ballroom doors for a moment before pushing it open.
“See?” Aiden said as they stepped into the enormous room, voice as smug as his smile. “I told you they’d be along shortly.”
Aiden and Olivia stood only five feet farther into the room. Next to them, a nearly naked Nell knelt at Rafe’s feet, a thin silver chain dangling between the clamps on her nipples. Two butterfly tattoos decorated her skin—a bright blue and black one on her right thigh, and an even larger one with white and yellow-orange spots on her right hip.
With a sigh, Rafe pulled his wallet from his pocket, took out a hundred-dollar bill, and handed it to Aiden. “That’s the last time I bet against you.”
Eve did her best to hold back a laugh as Jonathan stared at the quartet, mouth hanging open. Guess they didn’t need to do all that sneaking and whispering after all.
“What are you doing here?” Jonathan managed to get out at last .
“Same thing as you, I expect,” Aiden said.
Literally bouncing up on her toes with excitement, Olivia added, “Christening the new building before the ceremony tomorrow. Too bad Addison has sharing as a hard limit.” The constant up-and-down movement drew Eve’s gaze unavoidably to the woman’s chest, where her bouncing breasts threatened to tumble out of her low-cut shirt any second. The shirt had to be at least two sizes too small for her and had the words Daddy’s Little Anal Slut splashed across the front in hot pink text.
For a few more seconds, Jonathan continued to stare at the four already in the room, utterly dumbfounded. Then he threw back his head and laughed. “I should’ve known,” he said, shaking his head. “I bet Leo and Sophie would be here too if they were at the Manor tonight.”
Fairford Manor’s silent partner and his wife, who lived in Manhattan, planned to arrive by noon tomorrow, in plenty of time for the official ribbon cutting ceremony. Twenty former guests had been handpicked by Jonathan and the others—the first people to ever stay in the new building. The inaugural event in the new space would start with a nine-course meal, followed by a Halloween costume ball.
Banquet tables already filled one end of the room, each set with beautiful champagne-colored tablecloths. Fall-themed floral arrangements sat at the center of each table. Eve couldn’t wait to see what the high-ceilinged room would look like once the rest of the preparations had been made.
“So,” Jonathan drawled, looking over their accidental gathering. “I see three naughty little girls in this room. I daresay we should do something about that.”
Aiden’s lips spread into a slow, delighted smile. At the same moment, an almost terrifying intensity flashed in Rafe’s dark eyes.
Leading her over to the others, Jonathan deposited her between the other two women. “Stay here,” he instructed. The other men gave similar instructions to their partners before the three of them sauntered off toward the tables, speaking low to one another as their footsteps echoed in the cavernous room.
“What do you think they’re going to do?” Olivia asked, bouncing up and down with enthusiasm again .
Eve was too excited to answer. Fucking finally. In the almost six months of their relationship, he hadn’t shared her one single time. Though part of that was her own fault. Since Jonathan had threatened to literally cut off Camden’s hand for daring to touch her, it took her a while to build up the nerve to ask. When she had, back at the end of September, he’d promised to set something up soon.
Part of her wondered if it ever would’ve happened at all if this impromptu gathering hadn’t been dumped on his lap. Even when he agreed, he hadn’t sounded thrilled by the idea. He would probably always be far too possessive for his own good.
Now it was about to happen, though, she caught that familiar gleam in his eyes—the one that meant he was planning the most delightfully filthy things and couldn’t wait to do them to her. She had no idea what had changed.
Deciding to simply count her blessings, she chose not to think too much about it.
“Oh, shit, I think they’re ready for us,” Olivia whispered, linking her arm through Eve’s and turning her around.
Sure enough, after at least two minutes of intense discussion, the men had turned toward them again. Jonathan crooked a finger at them and said, “Come.”
Eve and Olivia walked across the ballroom arm in arm, while Nell crawled toward her boyfriend like a panther in heat, brown eyes locked on him the entire way.
By the time the three women stopped a few feet in front of their Doms, Eve’s heart raced. She stared into Jonathan’s eyes, searching for any hint of what would soon come, but he gave nothing away.
“I’ve just learned something very interesting,” Aiden said, his gaze sliding over each of them in turn. “This will be Eve’s first time with more than one partner. Jonathan has been selfishly keeping her all to himself, but he’s decided to finally give in to her request and let us all play with her tonight.”
Holy fuck, holy fuck, this is happening.
“Aiden and Rafe have promised to make this extra special for you, Evie,” Jonathan said, gracing her with a smile that melted her heart. But then the kind, loving look in his eyes turned wicked, and he glanced at the other two women. “And if you two are perfectly behaved and do everything you can to help her through this, Aiden and Rafe will fuck the ever-loving shit out of you afterward.”
Olivia pulled her a little closer so she could wrap an arm around Eve’s waist, resting a hand low on her hip. “You know I’m fucking in,” she said, grinning.
“And you?” Rafe asked, his voice deep and low. “Will you help her?”
“Yes, Sir.” Nell’s thighs squeezed together as she spoke.
Cupping Nell’s cheek with one enormous hand, Rafe murmured, “Good girl.”
“The first thing we need you naughty little girls to do is undress Eve for us,” Aiden said, gaze raking Eve from head to toe and back. “We want to see our prize for the night.”
Soft hands brushed against her skin, setting off goosebumps across her arms and legs. Olivia let her fingernails gently scratch up her sides as she removed Eve’s shirt. Not long after, when Nell’s fingertips dragged along her hips as she removed Eve’s panties, she closed her eyes and shuddered. God, it felt so good.
Once Eve stood naked and exposed, five sets of eyes examining every inch of her, Jonathan ordered, “Now it’s your turn. We want all three of you naked tonight.”
Olivia pulled off her Daddy’s Little Anal Slut shirt, then shimmied out of a skirt so short it only covered half of her ass. Her black lace panties and matching bra followed the skirt into the growing pile of discarded clothing. Nell, already naked except for her panties, slid them free of her legs without standing, only lifting her knees and feet far enough off the floor to slide the silky cloth underneath.
Stepping forward, Jonathan cupped Eve’s face between both hands, tilting her head up to look at him. “Are you ready?” he asked, voice gentle.
The throbbing ache in her pussy made the answer simple enough to give: “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Get on your hands and knees for us.”
She slid down to the floor as gracefully as she could, arching her back as soon as she got into position. The smooth, richly colored hardwood was unyielding beneath her, making her knees ache almost instantly. She loved the constant ache of pain.
“You two,” Jonathan said, donning his commanding Dom voice at last. “Warm her up for us.”
As if she wasn’t already dripping down her own thighs.
Nell couldn’t have possibly been more enthusiastic as she crawled behind Eve, lapping at her slit like it was a goddamned ice cream cone.
Meanwhile, Olivia shimmied into position under Eve, legs bent at the knees and spread wide. Eve looked down into the brightest blue eyes she’d ever seen. “Kiss me?” Olivia said, breathless with anticipation. It was more a plea than a question.
Dipping her head down, Eve kissed the beautiful woman, moaning as she tasted rich, bitter fruits on her tongue. She had to find out what wine Olivia had been drinking, because she needed this delicious vintage in her life.
Nell started focusing all her attention on Eve’s clit, and a few seconds later, Olivia reached up to pinch her nipples, rolling them between her fingers. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this felt way too good. The sensations caused by the two women filled her, beautiful and overwhelming and absolutely fucking everywhere. Moaning again, Eve squirmed, desperate for just a tiny bit more pressure.
So. Damn. Close.
When someone yanked Nell away from Eve’s clit, both women shouted their outrage. But as a wide strip of leather slammed down against her ass several times in quick succession, Eve forgot all about her indignance at being edged. Olivia’s kiss swallowed up her cry of pain.
“Squeeze as hard as you can,” Jonathan ordered from just behind her. Something in her stomach fluttered to learn he was the one wielding the belt.
Olivia gave her nipples the hardest pinch yet, just as Jonathan brought the belt down across her sit spots. Wrenching her mouth away from Olivia’s, she cried out at the excruciating pain. This new line of fire hurt more than the other strokes combined.
Before Eve could even think about returning to the kiss, Rafe slid Olivia out from under her, just enough so that the woman’s breasts were positioned right below her face. “Suck,” Rafe ordered in his low, gruff voice. “Make her feel good.”
Lowering herself to her elbows, Eve got to work, taking Olivia’s right nipple into her mouth. She sucked on the hard nub, rolling her tongue around it again and again, doing her best to concentrate on the task while Jonathan continued painting her ass red with his belt.
With a deep, ridiculously sexy moan, Olivia buried her hands in Eve’s newly dyed hair. The autumn ombre matched the magnificent leaves covering the mountains surrounding the Manor—deep reds and oranges and golden yellows, with a few streaks of emerald green to match her ring.
Panting with the effort of staying still while Jonathan punished her, Eve moved to the other nipple, giving it the same careful treatment as the first.
“Fucking fuck,” Olivia said on a gasp. “If you were doing this to my clit, I think I’d literally die. Hint, hint.”
Aiden laughed as Rafe dragged Olivia completely out from under her and away. “Naughty little girls who top from the bottom don’t get to come, Liv. You know that.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” Olivia said, though her pout took something out of the apology. “Please still let me come. I got her ready for you, just like you asked.”
“Mmm.” Aiden walked lazily around his wife. “I’ll consider it.”
Olivia started to beg, but Eve didn’t hear anything else they said. The belt snapped against her sit spots twice more, the loud crack of leather against skin echoing in the room. Her scream carried through the double impact, and every muscle in her body shook as she pressed her forehead against the floor.
“You’re such a good girl,” Jonathan said, moments before he dropped the belt. The heavy silver buckle hit the hardwood with a dull thunk . “Are you ready for us to fuck you now?”
Words completely failing her, all she could do was moan in response.
Jonathan knelt behind her, and she felt the head of his cock press at the entrance to her pussy. “Be still,” he ordered when she tried to push back, giving her hip two quick swats .
“Time to get up,” Rafe growled from above her, hauling her back up onto her hands.
Her arms trembled, almost too weak to hold her up. Locking her elbows, she tilted her head back as far as she could.
Rafe already unbuckled his own belt and dark jeans, and she looked up just in time to see him pull his enormous cock free. “Jonathan tells me you love to have a cock shoved down your throat,” he said, kneeling in front of her. The head brushed against her lips. “Open, little one.”
Spreading her lips as wide as she could, she waited, breathless, for it to finally happen. Two men at once, both so goddamned beautiful it almost hurt to look at them. Jesus fuck, how had her life changed so much so fucking fast?
Jonathan must have given Rafe a signal, for they pushed into her simultaneously, maddeningly slow but unrelenting. Squeezing her pussy as tight as she could, she swirled her tongue around Rafe’s cock—wetting, sucking, preparing for his inevitable invasion of her throat.
He bumped against the back of her throat as Jonathan bottomed out inside her. She tried to relax her muscles, to let him in, but she needed more time. Sucking him as hard as she could, she hummed, loving the jerk of his cock at the vibration.
“You may be able to distract me for a minute,” Rafe ground out, his hands gripping her hair. “But your reprieve won’t last long. You will let me in.”
Both men began pumping in and out of her, still so slow it made her want to scream with impatience. She didn’t want them to give her time to acclimate. She wanted to revel in the pain as they took what they wanted, whether she was ready for them or not.
A pair of long, delicious moans drifted over her. She’d been so caught up in what Jonathan and Rafe were doing, she completely forgot about the other three.
The next time Rafe pulled most of the way out of her mouth, she caught a glimpse of Nell and Olivia, spread out on top of one of the banquet tables. Aiden was hard at work, fucking them both with his fingers.
Fuck , that was hot. Though one of them better remember to change the tablecloth in the morning, or Remy would likely kill them all .
Her distraction ended as quickly as it began. Rafe finally didn’t stop when his cock nudged against the back of her throat. He kept pushing, pushing, holding her head in place as she worked to loosen her throat muscles.
“Good girl.” Rafe said it on a moan as he slipped deeper inside her, his cock disappearing into her mouth. The next time he and Jonathan pulled almost completely free, he said, “She’s ready.”
Their restraint clearly on a hair trigger, they both surged forward so hard and fast, she half expected to crumple like an aluminum can. Holy fucking shitballs, it hurt so fucking good. Tears welled in her eyes as they fucked her from either end, fast and hard and glorious.
Lifting one leg, Jonathan planted his foot beside her, his hard thigh rubbing against her hip with each pounding stroke. The new angle made her gasp around the cock in her mouth. Holy fuck, if he could just do that?—
Again. And again. And a-fucking-gain. Holy fuck, holy fuck...
Pulling out of her mouth at the last second, Rafe pumped his cock with his hand, emptying himself onto her chest. Her breasts bounced with every thrust from behind as Rafe covered her with his seed.
She closed her eyes as Rafe’s come began dripping onto the floor. It was too much—all way too much. This had been a mistake. She wouldn’t survive this. It would burn her up from the inside with its scorching heat.
Only one, two, three more thrusts, and then she was falling—tumbling so hard and fast into the abyss as colors exploded behind her eyelids.
Too much, too much, too fucking much.
Jonathan roared behind her as he came, his fingers digging into her hips with bruising force. The pain brought her back to herself just as another wave of pleasure shot through her with the speed of a bullet, leaving her utterly breathless.
By the time they were both spent, Eve felt like she was floating ten feet in the air. Only Jonathan’s near-scalding touch as he gathered her into his arms brought her back down to planet Earth.
“You were incredible,” Jonathan praised, stroking her multi-colored hair while Aiden and Rafe descended upon the other women. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful and perfect in my life.”
Practically purring with delight, she watched as Rafe bent Olivia over the table with the ruined tablecloth, wrapping her long, dark hair around his fist. Bending her head back so far she’d probably need a fucking chiropractor by morning, he pounded into her from behind.
By the time her gaze drifted sleepily toward the other two, Nell was back on her knees. “Fuck yourself with your fingers,” Aiden demanded as he drove into her mouth over and over. The beautiful woman moaned, two fingers sinking into her dripping pussy with a loud, wet sound.
“How is this even real?” she murmured, the words slurring slightly like she was drunk.
Chuckling softly, Jonathan planted a kiss on the top of her head. “This is only the beginning, Evie. I’ve got so much more to show you.”
Her eyes drifted closed, and she smiled. She couldn’t fucking wait to see what he had planned next.
The End