Chapter 26 #3
Three men, completely dressed in black, their faces covered by the same haunting mask as they all stare at me, surrounding me and keeping me pressed against the tree.
Fingers never stop stroking my inner walls, making it impossible to think, to be little more than a mess of desire and need and instincts.
“You can ask for more,” the first masked man taunts, daring me to beg.
Everything in me wants to. Needs more. More pressure, more hands, all of them. But it’s too soon to give in.
“Let’s see what he does to you,” the one on my right says, lifting my dress and exposing my dripping cunt, fingers working in and out, his thumb just barely rubbing against my clit. “You like that, Baby Girl?”
I nod and it’s disconcerting not being able to see their faces, their reactions.
I have nothing more than their body language and small sounds they make to read them.
It keeps me on my toes, my fear not fully able to disappear even as they stroke my lust into an inferno that threatens to consume me.
“We could give you so much more,” he promises. “You only have to ask.”
A moan is my only response as fingers move deeper inside of me, curling as they move. My body grows more and more taut, a bow being drawn back, ready for that snap of release to let an arrow fly. But the order never comes.
My legs tremble and their amusement dances across my skin. A hand wraps around my throat, gently squeezing the sides as he forces my chin up to stare at the faceless masks. Nothing to identify who they really are.
The cold breeze and rough bark biting into my back are a constant reminder of where we are. How vulnerable I am out here.
A mask leans down closer to me until the white plastic is brushing against my cheek. “This one is free,” he whispers, “but the next one is going to cost you.”
There’s no chance to ask him what he means as his fingers scissor inside of me, stroking my inner walls as his thumb presses against my clit. He keeps me on edge until my body is shaking with need.
The man on my left, tightens his grip on my throat, rumbling his approval of my reactions.
His thumb strokes against the delicate skin of my throat even as he squeezes harder, cutting off my air and I’m so goddamn close to that release.
My head tilts back as far as he allows me and my eyes close and I can almost visual myself cresting that peak.
“Eyes,” he demands and I lock my gaze back on the mask. My mouth parts open as flutters build low in my belly, the pressure so great it clouds my thoughts.
“Beg,” he whispers, more commanding than any shout could ever be. He releases his grip just enough for me to look back at the man in front of me, the man taunting and teasing me with his skilled fingers while two others watch.
“Ezra, please,” I beg without a thought for anything but the need to release. There’s no time to even appreciate his moan before he’s finger fucking me until I’m crying out as wave after wave of pleasure wash through me and I’m screaming his name just like he wanted me to.
Weston releases my throat and holds me up as my body sags with each wave of pleasure coursing through me and Jude pulls my hair out of my face carefully.
My guys, my shadows, my masked stalkers. Realization slams into me, stealing my breath as I attempt to wrap my head around it. I cried Ezra’s name running only on instinct. The deepest parts of me recognized him.
All fear and panic are gone as my three men surround me, touching me, caring for me. As they always have. I’ve never felt more at home as I do being pressed tightly between them.
“You figured it out,” Ezra praises, lifting me off my feet and cradling me to his chest as Jude and West’s hands run along the nicks and cuts on my skin.
I nod, not even having the words to put to it. His gloved hand catches my chin and he tilts it up until I’m staring into the mask. A shiver races through my body at it not being his warm eyes looking back at me.
“How?”
I shrug. “You smell like you,” I answer, realizing it was his familiar scent that stopped my panic attack after he grabbed me. “I don’t know what it is,” I continue, wracking my brain trying to find words to describe it, but I’ve never been good with scents. “But I know it’s you.”
His chest rumbles and Jude laughs, grabbing me from his arms and spinning me around and I can’t help but giggle even as my heart continues to beat rapidly. “You mean you can’t name exactly what each of us smells like?” he teases.
Does he want me to try?
He laughs harder at whatever expression is on my face.
“I know what you smell like,” he continues and I arch a brow.
He can’t be serious. I’ve always found that part in books to be so odd.
What do you mean you hug a guy and think he smells like bergamot and wood and something masculine? What does that even mean?
“You smell sweet,” West says, taking me from Jude who grumbles at the loss. This buoyant feeling fills me, like my feet may never touch the ground again.
Jude nods his agreement but even though I can’t see it, I have this feeling he’s smirking under that mask. “Like strawberries, freesia, and marshmallows.” He takes a dramatic sniff as if he could even smell anything through the mask. “And a hint of vanilla and pink musk.”
I stare at him absolutely bewildered because I don’t even know what some of those scents are. Like pink musk?
Ezra laughs, shaking his head. “Don’t let him fool you, he read the back of your favorite perfume.”
“You dick,” I laugh, flipping him off. He rushes at me and West, trying to grab me back, but West spins on his heel and I giggle as my hair flies around me.
My heart pounds but for a totally different reason now.
My stalkers, my shadows. My guys. It really was them all this time. I’ve been falling for them twice over.
“Mine,” West taunts, holding me tighter against his chest and this new reality smacks me in the face again, making me lose my breath.
His.
Theirs.
For years I watched, wanting what they had with each other. The unconditional love and understanding they had with each other. How they could communicate with only a look. A closeness that no one could penetrate. And now I’m in the center of it all.
Pink flushes my cheeks and it has nothing to do with the cold or even with lust, but a completely different emotion.
I part my lips, wishing I could see West’s deep blue eyes that have felt like the calm in a storm ever since he came to my rescue after that awful meeting with Richards.
“You taste sweet too,” he murmurs. I lick my lips and he pulls me closer to his chest.
Ezra moves to our side, his hand trailing up my arm until he reaches the spaghetti strap of my dress and slowly pulls it over my shoulder. “Everything about you is sweet,” he hums his agreement.
Desire blossoms between us once more, a slow growing heat that’s different from what we’ve already shared.
Not one to be forgotten, Jude steps in as well, no trace of humor left as he grips my other strap and pushes it down, revealing my bra.
“The things we want to do to you aren’t very sweet though,” he promises.
“They’re dark and depraved,” he continues, the white and black of his mask moving side to side in a hypnotizing way. “Can you handle that?”
A black gloved thumb strokes my lower lip as I nod.
“Words,” West presses.
“Yes, please.”
All three men make their approval obvious by caressing and praising me.
“That’s our girl, because that first one? It was good,” Jude says, running his finger down my nose. “But we can do better, can’t we, Baby Girl?”
I nod again, his finger tracing my makeup above my lip.
My nose scrunches at the reminder and Ezra chuckles.
“Open your mouth, Little Rabbit,” he demands.
I do as he says and cold metal slides across my tongue.
I swirl my tongue around whatever it is, keeping my eyes locked on the mask that belongs to Ezra.
West hums in my ear, his warmth wrapping around me and keeping me steady. “Good girl.”
“You’re quite the tease, Baby Girl,” Jude ponders, still stroking my cheek. “Playing a dangerous game taunting us with this,” he continues, gesturing to my costume.
I can’t help but smile around the metal in my mouth and Ezra pulls it free, something soft tickling my nose as he does. For the first time I notice the white fluffy ball attached to the metal in Ezra’s hand. My eyes widen as realization dawns on me.
Ezra nods, pointing to West to put me down. “You ready to be my little rabbit?” he asks and I find myself nodding even as I chew on my lower lip. No one has ever touched me there before. Never done anything like that before.
“Don’t worry,” Jude assures me. “You like it.” The way he says it isn’t lost on me. Not I will like it. I already do.
It should be frightening but something about them knowing my body even better than I do gives me comfort. Allows me to fully and completely let go, giving them complete control.
Weston eases me to the ground, holding me until he’s positive my feet are solid underneath me. But even then, his touch never leaves me. An endless support.
Jude drops to his knees at my side, hands slipping up my dress and grabs both sides of my thong and slides it down my legs. West helps me step out of each leg and then Jude shoves them into the pocket of his sweatpants.
“Bend,” Ezra instructs and even though I feel unsure, my body listens to his command before I can think twice about it. Jude stays on his knees in front of me. His hands caressing my calves and I rest a hand on his shoulder as Ezra puts pressure on my back, pushing me down.
A finger gently swipes through my slit, collecting my come before circling my ass and prodding the opening before slipping in. There’s an uncomfortable stretch, but no pain as he slowly moves his finger in and out.
It feels unexpectedly good, a little better with each stroke.
Jude stays on his knees in front of me, but his hands move higher and higher on my legs until he’s stroking my clit in time with Ezra’s finger in my ass. They work together until there’s no thoughts left in my mind. Only feelings.
Cold metal strokes over my ass and Ezra pulls his finger free, replacing it with the tip of the butt plug. “Ready?”
I moan in response, pushing my ass back into his. Jude rewards me with pressure on my clit and Ezra eases the plug in until the base rests firmly against my ass. Even without them touching my cunt, I feel so full already. An unfamiliar and enticing feeling.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Ezra praises.
A hand skims over my back and I don’t know how I know, but I know it’s West. There’s a pressure around my chest before I hear a snap and my strapless bra falls loosely, getting caught in my dress.
“You don’t need that,” Jude says, ripping it from my body and tossing it behind them. They leave my slip of a dress in place though.
Ezra brushes his hand over the tail and my ass clenches around the plug. “What are we going to do with you?”
My mind flashes back to the note they left me and I immediately have my answer.
“I’m pretty sure you promised to fuck me.”