Epilogue
OPHELIA
Olympus is always packed on Saturday nights.
Tonight is no exception.
I walk through the door on the arms of my men and head downstairs to The O Club, our haven from the world. We’ve come a long way in the past six months. But Apollo still has rules, and I don’t mind following them.
As usual, we enter my office and put on our masks. This is one of the many reasons Apollo feels so comfortable at the club. No one here judges him, not like anyone does outside these walls. But when he’s here, he feels comfortable, and that’s important to his healing process.
Ares smacks my ass on the way to the private room I reserve for us every week. “You make my cock so fucking hard, Little Dragon. Goddamn, woman. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
He likes it when I dress up, and we all get to play this game. The three of them work well as a team and are amazing at making my fantasies come to life.
As soon as the door locks, Apollo says, “Get on the bed, Mistress.” He points to the mattress covered with black silk sheets and fluffy pillows. “Take off your clothes.”
I know he needs to be the one giving orders.
So I strip off my shirt and bra and throw them onto the floor.
My hand trembles a little when my fingers brush the waistband of my shorts.
I still get self-conscious undressing in front of them, but it’s getting easier.
They make me feel safe and loved, and I know they’re not judging me.
I slide my shorts and panties down and spread my legs for him. He hisses, running a hand across his jaw as he looks at my pussy. Since I know he enjoys watching me, I spread myself open with my fingers and give him a good show.
“Do you want to touch me, Apollo?” I moan with each pump of my fingers. “Do you want to taste me?”
It took three months before he kissed me. Another month before he licked my pussy. After five months of letting Apollo take the reins, we finally had sex last month. It was Apollo’s first time in over four years. And it was magical, explosive, and completely mind-blowing.
Naked and looking hotter than ever, Apollo crosses the room and kneels on the floor between my thighs. He knocks my hand away and inches two fingers inside me, biting his lip when he feels my slickness. “You’re so wet for us, Mistress.”
“I’m always wet for you,” I whimper, leaning back on my elbows and spreading my legs wider to change the angle.
Ares and Atlas get on the bed behind me. They tug on my arms and flatten me onto my back, each sucking a nipple into their mouth.
Ares licks and bites me, teasing me until I scream and come on Apollo’s fingers. “Are you ready for my cock, Little Dragon?”
“Yes,” I moan.
With the mask obscuring my face, I don’t feel self-conscious.
My nakedness doesn’t matter. But this place is special to all of us.
Apollo doesn’t get stuck in his head like he does at home.
Ares and Atlas get off on watching Mistress O come to life.
The three of them love watching me dominate the clients. They enjoy seeing me in my element.
Apollo rolls his thumb over my clit in slow circular motions as Ares’s lips descend upon mine. He kisses me roughly, his possessive side coming out to play. Ares doesn’t mind sharing me with his brothers, but when we’re together, he wants the others to know he’s claimed me.
That I was his first.
“Come for us, goddess,” Atlas growls against my lips, shoving Ares out of the way so he can kiss me.
Ares and Apollo take turns rubbing my clit and playing with my nipples until a shudder ripples through my body.
Atlas massages my breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers.
He tugs harder when I moan, knowing how much I love his rough side.
I had to use my safe word the first night we were together.
But every night since, I beg him for more.
“Fuck me,” I breathe as I come down from my high, ready for more. “Please.”
Apollo likes to watch his brothers with me. He has to warm up to the idea, even though he loves fucking me.
Atlas strokes my arm with his fingers, and tiny bumps scatter along my skin. “Do you want both of us?”
I look up at him and lick my lips. “I want all of you.”
They’re a packaged deal. Whenever I get Atlas, I get Ares too. After years of this unusual partnership, they have a system they like to follow. And I’m more than okay with that.
Finding out that Belen Drakos is not my biological father changed everything for us. The four of us are partners in a loving, committed relationship. In my world, no one bats an eyelash when we enter the club. What we’re doing is normal to the swingers and sexually open people at The O Club.
“Not so fast, Mistress.” Apollo bends down to lick my clit, and intense waves of pleasure bloom inside me. “I want a taste before my brothers have you.” He digs his fingers into my thighs and lifts my ass off the bed, devouring my pussy like he’s starving.
I yank on the ends of his hair, and the harder I pull, the more it encourages him to keep going. Apollo needs confirmation that he’s making me feel good..
As Apollo takes me to new heights, his brothers kiss me everywhere, their lips leaving no part of my skin uncharted.
I fist a handful of Apollo’s hair as I moan for Atlas and Ares.
Just thinking about fucking these two—at the same time—sets my soul on fire.
I love it when they dominate me, claim me.
After Apollo makes me come twice, he looks up at me, his lips glistening with my cum. He wipes his mouth and smirks as his eyes sweep over the group.
My insides set on fire with three gorgeous men on the bed and naked, begging me with their eyes for more. I run the pads of my fingers over each of their muscled chests, needing to touch them. Desperate to feel their strong, hard bodies.
Ares is thicker in the arms than his brothers. Apollo is the tallest and the leanest, while Atlas is a mix of the two.
When Ares attempts to move between my thighs, Apollo shocks all of us by throwing out his arm. “No, it’s my turn.”
He usually lets his brothers go first, enjoying the show.
Ares’s right eyebrow quirks up in surprise.
But when he locks eyes with Apollo, he doesn’t argue and tips his head at me.
Atlas gives his twin the same nod of agreement.
We’re all so used to following Apollo’s orders in the bedroom that no one protests.
Control matters to him but not to us. We want him to feel comfortable and safe.
Apollo climbs on top of me, fisting his big, pierced cock.
I feel the same sharp pinch and the metal rubbing against my inner walls as he thrusts into me.
He goes slowly at first, allowing me time to adjust to his size.
The bars on the piercings massage me in all the best places, driving me fucking wild.
Once he feels my body relax, he picks up the pace and bends forward to suck my nipple into his mouth. He kisses and licks, eventually making his way up to my neck. His hot tongue rolls over my skin right before he groans in my ear and sucks on the lobe.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “It doesn’t matter how often we fuck you, you’re still so tight, Mistress.”
He pulls out, flips me over so I’m looking at Atlas and Ares. They wait for me, hands wrapped around their massive cocks, staring at my lips. So I open my mouth and invite them to have their turn.
Apollo grabs my hips from behind, plowing into me so hard the bed shakes as Ares’s monster dick slips past my lips.
“Oh, fuck, Little Dragon,” he grunts when I feel him in the back of my throat. “Suck my cock.”
He yanks on my hair, pulling me forward, grunting as I swirl my tongue around the tip before deep-throating him.
“Don’t come yet,” Atlas tells Ares with an evil grin.
They want to fuck me together, something they do often.
“Unlike you, I have self-control,” he says between grunts of pleasure, shoving his cock down my throat until my eyes water.
Apollo comes, and when he does, his entire body trembles, shaking through me. His warmth fills me and drips onto the bed when he pulls back and slaps my ass. “Don’t make my brothers wait, Mistress.”
He slides off the bed and sits in an armchair with the perfect view while Ares pulls me on top of him, and Atlas gets behind me. I take a second to adapt to the sheer size of Ares and breathe through my nose.
He pushes up into me and bites his lip. “My pussy,” he says with a slick grin.
“Yours,” I whisper.
“Relax, goddess.” Atlas runs a hand over my ass. “I’ll make you feel good.”
He always does.
Apollo tosses a bottle of lube onto the mattress. I can hear him stroking his cock behind me, already hard and ready for more. “Fuck our girl,” he tells Atlas. “She’s begging for your cocks.”
Atlas lubricates his finger and inches into me. At first, it burns, and my eyes slam shut. But once Ares moves in unison with him, my body relaxes, and it feels incredible.
Pressing my palms to Ares’s chest, I brace myself as Atlas replaces his finger with his cock. “Oh God,” I whisper.
“Look at me, Little Dragon.” Ares slides his hand beneath my chin. “Focus on me, okay?”
I nod, releasing a deep breath through my nose.
With both of them inside me, I close my eyes and focus on the feeling.
They stretch me out, and I lose myself at the moment, forgetting about the pain that eventually turns to pleasure.
Ares sinks his fingers into my hips, fucking me like he wants to mold his dick into my pussy.
He never treats me like I’m delicate. Neither does Atlas, who picks up his pace, gripping my shoulder as he grunts in my ear. Ares comes first, filling me up seconds before Atlas pulls out and shoots a warm stream of cum on my ass.
After the three of us come down from this intoxicating high, Ares curls his arm around me and pulls me onto the mattress beside him. Our sweaty bodies rub against each other. I can hardly catch my breath and rest my head on his chest.
He kisses my forehead. “I love you, Little Dragon.”
I smile at the words I never get sick of hearing. “Love you, too, Greek god.”
Atlas steals me out of his arms and plants a kiss on my lips. “I love you more, Goddess.” He laughs against my lips, knowing his comment will piss off Ares, and it does.
“Dream on, lover boy,” Ares snaps, yanking me away from his brother. “She was mine first.”
“Both of you shut up,” Apollo interjects, lifting me off the mattress so I’m sitting in his lap.
“You’re mine, Mistress.” He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and tugs on my flesh.
“Ares may have claimed you first, but I loved you first.” His nose burrows into my cheek, and he breathes in my scent.
“You made me whole again, Ophelia. You fixed all of us. And we’re never letting you go. ”