Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
JASMINE
“How you feeling now, Princess?” Sean asks as he places an arm around my shoulder, keeping me close as we walk up the stairs.
“Better. I don’t think I will completely relax until everyone is safely away from that house, though.” My heart’s been racing since Layton told Maximus and me what had happened. I just knew Verity would do something reckless, and hearing she had gone missing herself was terrifying. I am going to kick her ass when I get ahold of her after I’ve hugged her to death first.
“Maximus won’t be too long, and I know Christian will be waiting for you in his room.” He kisses me as we reach the landing where all five of our rooms are situated. “I know he upset you by not keeping in contact, but I’m sure there was a good reason. Don’t go too hard on him,” he smiles. “Good night, Princess.”
“Good night, Daddy.” I kiss him again before turning around and heading straight to Christian's room.
I enter, expecting to find him already in bed. But instead, he’s sitting on it with his back to me, holding his phone to his ear.
“Don’t give me that bullshit! You need to remember who you work for,” I hear him snap as I head straight for the en-suite, closing the door behind me, not wanting to disturb him whilst he’s working.
I head to the sink and start my nightly routine of removing my makeup and cleansing my skin. I have toiletries in all four of the guys’ bathrooms as well as my own. That way, I always have everything I need at hand, no matter what room I’m sleeping in. If I’m honest, I’ve hardly slept in my room in the eight months the guys and I have been together. If I do sleep in there, it's usually with all four guys, as my bed is the biggest. Even on rare occasions, all four of them are away simultaneously. I usually sleep in one of their rooms as I feel closer to them.
After I wash my face, I realise I can hear Christian's raised voice from the bedroom, not enough to hear what he’s saying, but whoever is on the other end of the call is getting a telling off. I’m just glad it's not me.
I brush my teeth and apply my face cream to give Christian as much time as he needs to finish his phone call.
I look down at my hands and rub the last of the cream into them. I notice my engagement ring and remember the night the guys proposed.
We had all sat on our beach at the villa in Majorca, the same way as the first time we met, watching the sun go down. I had already told the guys I was ready to make our relationship legal, and I wanted us to get married so I could officially be the O’Reilly everyone keeps telling me I’ve become.
The four men surrounded me that night, and each declared their love to me. Maximus said he would never want another brat or for me to change. Sean promised to treat me like the princess he’s called me since day one. Jason vowed to guide me and shower me with all the love he had to give and more, and Christian swore to protect me from whatever life would throw at us. Christian pulled out a jewellery box that contained five rings and placed one on my finger, asking me to marry him legally. A blessing of our polygamous relationship will follow straight after.
The wedding is a little over a month away, and I couldn’t be more excited and happy. Looking down at my engagement ring, I know nothing will stop me from marrying my four guys. They are my whole world, and that will never change.
“Look, I have dealt with your crap for the last four days!” Christian growls as he opens the ensuite door and walks over to me, his phone still in his hand. “All I care about right now is making it up to my fiancée that I had to leave her for that time to sort shit out. Now fuck off, and don’t get in touch until you have some good fucking news for me!” He ends the call and slams his phone onto the counter beside me.
“You got it fixed then?”
Christian looks at the phone and sighs, rubbing his face.
“It’s a new one I picked up on the way home. I’ve just turned it on, and all your messages and some work came through.”
I lean back and look up at my man, worried he is lying to me, but all I see is how tired he looks.
“I’m sorry, Sweetheart. I should have made more of an effort to contact you.” He runs his knuckles down my cheek lovingly as I lean into his touch.
“It’s okay; I know you have a lot going on,” I reply, reaching forward to rest my hands on his chest.
“That’s not the point. I was worried you would hear how stressed I was or I would snap at you by mistake, so I thought communicating through Terry was the best option. But I was wrong, and I’m sorry. I hate how much work is dragging me away from you at the moment,” he sighs, leaning forward to kiss me.
What I thought was going to be a gentle kiss is anything but. It’s strong, which he deepens by threading his fingers into my hair and wrapping an arm around my waist, keeping me held tightly against him.
I can feel his hard length, constricted by his suit trousers, and I can’t help grinding up against him. A deep moan leaves Christian as I reach down and unfasten his belt before working on his trousers. Grabbing hold of his hips, I turn us so he is now leaning back against the counter as I break the kiss.
“Let me help you unwind, Daddy,” I whisper against his lips before dropping to my knees, pulling his trousers and boxers down at the same time.
“Baby girl, you do that just by being here,” he replies, running a hand over my head, his fingers tightening in my hair as I take his rock-hard cock in my hand. I look up at him through my lashes and can’t miss how he hardens further.
“This may help a little more,” I whisper with a grin before licking up his full length. Christian's eyes close as his head falls back. A deep growl-like noise sounds in his throat as I take him in my mouth, letting my tongue lick the tip before sucking him deeper.
I watch his whole body tense as I take him deeper. Watching the guys when I suck their dicks is as much a turn-on for me as it is for them. There is something about bringing these powerful men to putty in my hand that makes me almost orgasm from the sight of them alone.
“Fuck, Baby,” he gasps out as I take him deeper again and nearly bottom out as his cock slides down my throat. I hum around him as his moans heighten my arousal.
Christian continues to hold his head back to the point I can't see if his eyes are open. The brat in me comes out before I can stop it.
“Eyes on me, Daddy.”
Christian's head snaps down as he stares at me, my mouth once again filled with his cock as I smile around it.
“Oh, Baby girl.” There is a warning in his tone, even though he has a big smile. He wraps my long ponytail around his fist before pulling my head back, so I have no choice but to let his cock fall from my mouth.
“What have I told you about topping from the bottom?” he asks, looking down at me as his grip on my hair tightens. “On your feet.”
I stand whilst keeping eye contact. Christian grips my chin and tugs my hair, forcing me to look up at him.
“Do I need to remind you why I’m your daddy?” he asks with a playful grin, his dominating tone causing my sex to clinch.
“Maybe?” I tease, smiling as sweetly as possible, and I give him my best puppy dog eyes.
Christian doesn’t give me a chance to argue or brat any further as he spins me around and pushes me forward so I’m bent over the counter—his hand slides across my throat before tightening slightly.
“Look at me in the mirror,” he demands. When I look at our reflection, I see my strong, sexy man standing behind me, his hand around my throat as he dominates me just the way I like it.
“I’m going to fuck that cute little pussy of yours. The whole time, I want your eyes on me in our reflection. Every time you look away, I will spank you, reminding you who's the top in this relationship. Do you understand, Baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I reply as my sex clinches and his hold on my throat tightens slightly.
I love being choked; it’s a serious kink of mine. But then I was kidnapped and strangled in a way that nearly killed me. It took a long time to recover and to trust the guys, but slowly, they reminded me that just because one arsehole treated me that way, my four men never would. They were always patient and reminded me how much I could trust them until I could enjoy it again.
Christian grabs my underwear and leggings, pulling them down roughly. I know I won’t be able to spread my legs far with them only around my knees, but that just adds to the thrill as I know when he impales me, I will feel it more.
Christian places his hand between my legs and spreads my sex open, running one finger through my lips, feeling how wet I am.
“I think you’ve been enjoying yourself. Does it make you wet sucking on Daddy’s cock?” He leans in further, so his lips press against my neck as I gasp before moving to my ear. “Use your words, Baby girl,” he warns, causing my stomach to tighten.
“Yes, Daddy. I love the feel of your cock in my mouth, but I prefer it somewhere else.”
Christian grins at me in our reflection as his fingers slowly push into me, making my knees shake as the pleasure builds from that one simple touch.
“Good, because I have no desire to come down that sweet throat of yours. There’s somewhere else I would much rather finish.” Not giving me any warning, Christian removes his fingers and thrusts up into me, filling me with one move, causing me to cry out as my body is pushed against the counter. It’s not pain that makes me gasp for breath is the utter overwhelming pleasure that overcomes my whole body every time one of my guys enters me.
“Eyes up, Baby,” Christian chastises before spanking me. Each of the guys knows every one of my limits, and even though I have safe words with them all, I nearly never have to use them. I know Christian demanding ‘eyes up’ is his way of watching for any show of discomfort or displeasure.
“You are so beautiful,” he moans as he starts working his cock in and out of me. “I love the way your eyes come alive as I fuck you, giving you everything I have,” he growls as his grip on my throat tightens again as he forces my head a little higher, controlling everything from the pace he fucks me to the direction I’m looking. His spare hand flattens against my lower stomach before sliding down so he can start rubbing my clit as he picks up speed. His grip on my throat loosens a little, just enough for me to catch my breath. The flood of oxygen pushes me closer to the point I’m about to orgasm.
“Daddy!” I cry out as he lets go of my throat altogether and wraps my ponytail around his hand again. This time instead of pulling my head back, he leans me further over the counter and starts pounding into my pussy, as if to destroy it and me, for all other men, bar his brothers.
“Daddy’s got you, Baby girl,” he growls through gritted teeth as his assault on my clit intensifies, and I scream through an orgasm which destroys me on the inside and out.
“Fuck!” he curses as I know I must be clamped around his cock, which is now pulsing inside of me. Christian roars out as he climaxes, filling me with his seed.
“Your greedy little pussy is milking me of every last drop,” he moans as he leans his head into my shoulder. “I think it wants you pregnant as much as I do,” he adds, kissing my shoulder and letting me up from the counter where I’ve been gasping for breath, trying to recover.
“Not yet,” I smile over my shoulder. “You promised.”
“I know; it doesn’t stop me from wanting it more than anything in this world, though,” he answers, stepping back and pulling his trousers back over his hips. I turn so I’m leaning back against the counter.
“There was me thinking you wanted to marry me more than anything in this world.”
Christian closes the distance between us and places his hands on either side of me, caging me in so I can’t do anything but look into his eyes.
“Nothing in this world will stop me from marrying you. Being your husband will be my greatest honour.” Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulls me against his as he cups my cheek. “Being a father to your children will just be the icing on our perfect little family,” he adds, kissing me gently. “But I promised not to rush you, and I will always keep my promises to you.”
“I know,” I smile, looking deep into his eyes. “It’s one of the reasons I love you as much as I do,” I add.
Christian grabs my hips and lifts me so I am sitting on the edge of the counter. He removes my leggings and underwear and throws them into the washing basket.
“Let’s get cleaned up and into bed. I’ve missed having you in my arms the last three nights.”
Christian makes short work of cleaning me and spending a few minutes helping me get into some sleepwear and under the covers.
Promising to return quickly, he gets himself washed and stripped down to his boxers before climbing into bed beside me.
“Come here, Sweetheart.” Curling up on my side, I rest my head on his firm, tattooed chest as he wraps an arm around my shoulders.
“Will you be working away again soon?” I ask as I start tracing his tattoos with my fingertips whilst he plays with my hair, which I have released from the ponytail.
“I don’t know, Sweetheart. There is so much going on at the moment.”
I lean up so I can look into his tired eyes.
“Anything I can help with?” I would do anything to take some pressure off him if it meant he would be home more. Christian reaches up and tucks some hair behind my ear whilst I see the slightest smile on his face in the dark.
“No, Sweetheart, and I don’t want you worrying about anything. Everything is fine; it’s just a busy period. Things will settle down soon,” he whispers before encouraging me to lie back down. “Get some sleep; you’ve had a long day.”
Lying back down, I close my eyes as sleep takes me.
“Just remember you aren’t alone; I can and want to help you in any way I can, Daddy,” I whisper as he kisses the top of my head.
“You already do in so many ways. I really can’t wait to make you my wife.”
“I’m already your wife. We don’t need a piece of paper to show we belong together,” I whisper, smiling as I drift off to sleep, confident that my big, strong man knows how much he means to me and that I would do anything to help him.