Plaything

Chapter Twenty-Three

Odette

A keyboard gently clicking woke me. My body was pinned down by three large men, so I propped my head up the best I could to inspect the sound. Dominic was mid-sip—probably on his fourth cup—typing away at his computer. It was still dark, and I had no idea what time it was. “Do you ever sleep?” I whispered into the quiet room.

I used to think I never slept because I rarely got a good night’s sleep before I met my professors. Dominic had my old sleep habits beat by a long shot. He was always awake.

Dominic glanced up, his face dimly lit by his screen. He looked so comfortable on the sofa. Somehow, my three teddy bears ended up on the cushion next to him, probably when Aiden, Niko, and Wyatt kicked them out of bed to make room for themselves. Seeing such a large, intimidating man surrounded by teddy bears was cute.

“Did I wake you?” He whispered.

“You type loud,” I answered. “Sleep, Dominic, for me,” I requested, laying my head back down on the pillow, ready for sleep to take me again.

Unfortunately, my movements and our whispers woke the three light sleepers around me. Aiden shifted beside me, pulling me closer to him by my thigh. Doing so disturbed Wyatt, making him tighten his hold and try to pull me into his chest. All the movement woke Niko as well, and he groaned, giving each of their legs a shove. “I’m calling in,” he decided.

“Wyatt, if you don’t stop pulling her away from me, I’ll kick your ass like I used to in middle school,” Aiden rasped.

“I’m bigger than you, dick,” Wyatt shot back. Even half asleep, he sounded confident. I’d never heard him use such unfriendly language outside of sex.

“Only by an inch in height ,” Aiden shot back.

I sighed, feeling both of them pull me away from the other, making my body stretch uncomfortably. “What time is it?” I asked Dominic.

“Just past three,” he answered.

The four of us in bed collectively groaned, and Dominic snickered, amused by the late-night bickering of his friends. Even I had to admit, it was kind of cute—and I didn’t entirely mind them playing tug of war with me.

Niko suddenly sat up, standing at the end of the bed. He pulled his shirt over his head and pulled down his sweatpants, leaving him in boxers. “This is so fucking uncomfortable,” he mumbled. “I’m literally sleeping between her legs; how the fuck do you two keep kneeing me?” He complained.

Instead of climbing over the sheets again, he lifted the comforter at the end of the bed, sliding under it. “What are you doing?” I questioned.

“I can’t sleep with clothes on, and it’s cold as hell out here,” he halfheartedly responded, positioning himself between my legs again.

“Niko shut up; it’s three in the morning,” Wyatt scolded, attempting to kick his leg but kicking mine instead.

“Ouch, what the hell,” I pouted, but it didn’t hurt much past the initial shock.

Wyatt lifted his head, trying to see me when the only light source could barely even light Dominic. “I’m sorry, Baby,” he kissed my cheek before laying back. “That wasn’t meant for you,” he defended.

Aiden chuckled on my other side, taking the opportunity to pull my upper body towards him again.

Niko’s arms wrapped around my lower back, propping my hips up as he laid his head on my pubic bone and thighs, right above my pussy that was covered by the large t-shirt.

Wyatt groaned, annoyed that Aiden had stolen me again. “Last warning, Aiden,” he warned in a threatening tone, firmly wrapping his whole arm around my chest, pulling me to him again.

“Hey—” I tried to object to the manhandling caught between them.

“Or what, you’re gonna kick the poor girl again? Don’t worry, Doll, I won’t let him,” Aiden taunted, clearly not worried about my well-being in the slightest. He was just trying to get under Wyatt’s skin.

Niko’s head moved, and I felt a hot, wet tongue slide up my bare slit, vibrating as he let out a mischievous chuckle of his own from under the covers.

My eyes rounded, still very sensitive from the attack of the vibrator. I gasped. “Niko!” I scolded, pulling my body up by my arms and sitting by the headboard.

Aiden and Wyatt were forced to release me from their holds, but they stayed lying down where they were. Niko threw the covers off himself and the rest of us as he sat on his calves. “You’re not wearing panties and expect me to behave myself? I’m literally just a man,” he shrugged, pleading innocence.

“I’ve behaved myself all night, and you didn’t last five seconds,” Aiden gloated.

“You’re not wearing panties?” Wyatt sounded intrigued, running his hand up my thigh and over my hip for proof.

“You’re welcome for that,” Dominic murmured from where he sat.

“Can any of you behave yourselves?” I stifled a laugh, rubbing my hands over my face, now awake and alert.

They all spoke simultaneously, and I had to take a few seconds to untangle their voices.

“If Wyatt wasn’t hogging you, yes.” Aiden.

“I have nothing to do with their behavior. But in general, no.” Dominic.

“Obviously not. Especially when your pussy’s an inch from my face— come on. ” Niko.

“I’m perfectly capable; I just can’t share a bed with those two.” Wyatt.

A full laugh slipped from my throat, and I broke out in a fit of giggles. These four massive men, who intimidated nearly everyone they crossed, were bickering like teenagers. “It’s three in the morning; we all have class in a few hours,” I started.”If you insist on sleeping in here, you’ll have to stop playing tug of war with my body,” I smiled, although they couldn’t see. “Niko... either you keep your tongue to yourself, or you’re sleeping above the covers again,” I warned. “And Dominic... go to sleep!”

There was no movement or noise in the room as the four took my playful scolding. Sudden tension grew as the silence built.

“Ooh, someone’s feeling bossy,” Niko sang. “It seems like you forgot who gives the orders, Cari?o,” he said. Do you need a refresher from a few hours ago?” he threatened.

I widened my eyes, frantically shaking my head. “No! I was problem-solving,” I explained.

Wyatt and Aiden’s hands moved in sync, snaking up my legs until they gripped my thighs.

“You’re right; it is a problem that you woke up,” Dominic said. “I think they have something that would put you right back to sleep, Darling.” An evil smirk spread across his lips.

“Wha—hey!” I gasped as my thighs were spread apart, and I was jerked back down the bed, laying down between Aiden and Wyatt again.

“We’re going to play tug of war one last time, Babydoll,” Aiden husked against my neck.

Wyatt joined in on his attack on my other side, feathering my neck in wet kisses. Their hot breath tickled me, sending pulses to my core and making me whimper.

Niko’s finger prodded at my hole, and I whined at the tenderness. “I’m still sore,” my voice was breathy as I tried to focus.

He gently pushed his finger into me. I felt Aiden and Wyatt’s hands move lower until I felt their middle fingers join his inside me. “We’ll be gentle,” Niko innocently dismissed.

My mouth dropped open at the feeling of all three of their fingers fucking into me. “Oh, my—” my own pant cut me off as I felt Wyatt suck on the junction between my shoulder and neck.

Dominic hummed in approval from where he sat. “You sound so sexy, Darling. Tell me what they’re doing to you,” he ordered.

I was squirming under their touch, preparing for an orgasm to rip through me. “They’re—oh fuck,” I moaned as they picked up their pace, chuckling against my neck, deliberately stirring my mind.

“Words, Little One,” Dominic reminded. “I can’t see, so be specific,” he taunted. The devil just wanted to hear me say dirty things.

“Answer him,” Wyatt whispered into my ear, sending goosebumps across my skin.

“Their fingers,” I moaned, trying to find the words. “Are inside me. Niko keeps c-curling his,” I struggled to think, let alone speak.

“Yeah? They know how much you love having your little hole stretched, don’t they?” Dominic continued. His dirty words had me all the more flustered from across the room. “What else are they doing to you to make you sound so pathetic?”

Aiden propped himself up on his elbow, angling his hand so his thumb could tease my clit. My legs twitched at the pressure on the sensitive bud, and I gasped.

Seconds later, Wyatt went to play with my clit, not knowing that Aiden had beat him to the punch. The only sign of his continued annoyance was a small sigh.

Then, Aiden chuckled. It was a devious, challenging, cocky laugh, only intended to irk Wyatt.

For whatever reason, the two of them were at each other’s throats tonight. I knew there was no underlying issue between them other than the night air and my body between them. They were the cuddliest sleepers, and neither of them liked to share. Before I woke, they must have been fighting over who got to hold me all night.

Tension grew between them after Aiden’s wordless victory. I doubt Niko paid any mind to their squabble, especially when he curled his finger several times. “Niko...” I warned.

Wyatt’s hand suddenly started clapping against my core, slamming his finger into me hard. “How embarrassing for you, Aiden. Playing with her sensitive clit only for her to moan Niko’s name,” he jabbed.

Aiden slid his finger out from me, his full attention on my clit as he used three fingers to rub it. My eyes rolled back, and my mouth dropped open, unable to focus on the sensations. “Leave me out of i-it!” I shrieked, feeling Wyatt’s mouth on my nipple through the shirt.

Dominic chuckled, catching onto their feud that I somehow got caught between. “Are they playing nice with you, Darling?” He teased.

“No!” I whimpered.

“Shh,” Aiden hushed against my ear. His lips trailed gentle kisses from my ear down my neck and across my jaw, until they floated above mine. “Tell him how good my hands feel on you, Doll,” he coaxed, gently pressing his lips to mine.

My mind went blank at the kiss, quietly moaning into his mouth as he barely used his tongue to tease my lips. Holy shit. A wave of arousal spilled from me, now beginning to enjoy their dogfight.

Wyatt shifted next to me, pounding into me faster. “Kissing her is foul play. She’d argue that the sky isn’t blue if you asked her to,” he said.

Aiden smirked against my lips. “I’d never manipulate her like that. Would I, Babydoll?” he whispered. “It would be wrong of me to take advantage of how much you love having your mouth played with,” he taunted before taking my lips again.

I didn’t care what they did as long as they didn’t stop. Staying out of it, Niko continued to press up on my G-spot, finding his own pleasure in how I clenched each time. “Christ,” he groaned breathlessly. “Sei un fottuto disastro, tesoro. Dovremmo farti scendere alle tre del mattino più spesso. Anche dopo la dura scopata di oggi, il tuo corpo soffre per noi.”

[You’re a fucking mess, Baby. We should get you off at three in the morning more often. Even after today’s hard fuck, your body aches for us.]

Niko’s dirty Italian words put me on edge as I moaned against Aiden’s lips. If I had half a brain cell to use, I’d respond to him in his language, but my mind was otherwise occupied.

“Tell him,” Aiden lured, flicking my clit with the soft pad of his finger. My body jerked with each motion.

“Your hand feels so good against my clit,” I gave in, moaning like a whore against his lips.

Wyatt’s free hand gripped my cheeks, pulling me away from Aiden’s lips. My eyes widened as he replaced them with his own, smashing his lips against mine. Hyde.

“No, you tell him how much better my finger feels inside your pussy, Baby,” he ordered. His tongue was toying with mine, setting my body on fire. “Tell him how much you fucking love your hole being used like this,” he muttered darkly, continuing to slap his hand against me, plunging his finger under Niko’s curling one.

“I love it,” I cried out, rolling my hips up, impossibly craving more. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded.

Wyatt chuckled against my lips, then his movement slowed, going against my wishes. “Stop?” He teased.

“No! Please don’t stop,” I grabbed his wrist, begging him to continue.

“Awe, were you close, Darling?” Dominic mocked. “I thought you said you were sore?”

I rolled my eyes, my body now focused on Niko’s strokes and Aiden’s attack on my clit. “I don’t care if I’m sore,” I pouted. “Wyatt,” I panted, my voice coming out as a needy whine. “Please...”

Wyatt slammed his fingers into me again, making me cry out. I could only make out his silhouette as he tilted his head toward Aiden. “There you go, Baby,” he cooed. “Doesn’t she sound so pretty, Aiden? Begging me to touch her?”

Letting out a frustrated scoff, Aiden retook my lips. His lips were soft and gentle like before but much sloppier. His tongue flicked against mine with each flick of his finger, sending my brain into spirals—now imagining it was his tongue toying with my clit. “Are you gonna cum for me, Doll? Tell Wyatt how your cumming for me,” he growled against me.

Niko’s curls got faster, making my hips buck up into his hand. “Fuck,” I cried out, my eyes filling with tears. “I—”

Wyatt gripped my face, stealing me away from Aiden as he took over again. “Don’t you dare moan his name when it’s my fingers fucking you,” he bit my lip. “If you cum, it’ll be because of this,” he slammed his finger harder.

If Niko hadn’t been holding my thigh and Aiden’s leg hadn’t been pinning the other down, they would have closed.

“You could piss them both off and moan my name,” Niko finally joined in on their bickering. “We both know who’s making you making you buck your hips with every curl of my finger,” he gloated.

“You stay out of this,” Aiden warned.

“I forgot you were here,” Wyatt smirked against my lips.

In competition, all three of them began flicking, rubbing, and fucking me ruthlessly. Their voices mixed and jumbled together as they told me to come for them. Possessiveness blanketed over me as their dirty demands mixed together.

“Oh shit,” I panted. “Oh God, I’m cumming!” I cried out.

A strange wet sensation washed over me as I came. It was the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had, and it felt like I was literally gushing onto their hands.

Aiden continued to rub my clit, making the wet liquid continue to spill, my body convulsing in pleasure. “Is she—”

“Holy shit, Baby,” Niko chuckled. “That’s so fucking hot,” he moaned, his finger still pushing up into the sensitive spot.

The light suddenly flicked on, and my eyes burned as they quickly adjusted to the messy sight before me. All three of their massive hands were all over my pussy, each soaked, dripping with my cum. I was still cumming, only it felt better, and my cum wasn’t creamy. It was gushing out of me, splattering as Wyatt continued to fuck his finger into me. There was a literal pool under me as my stomach clenched and flexed, riding out the sensation.

Dominic watched with intrigue, standing by the light switch. He greedily took in the sight of the four of us, a smirk growing as I locked eyes with him.

The other three watched their own hands being covered in my cum in fascination. They all seemed to be over their feud, collectively pleased with themselves and me.

I squeezed Wyatt’s wrist, which I was still holding, trying to get them to stop the attack. “What’s—”

Aiden placed his free hand over my mouth, silencing me, still watching my pussy. His hand muffled my moans and cries as they finally began to slow their movements, bringing me down from my explosion.

“Fuck, Babydoll,” Aiden said breathlessly. “You can squirt,” he chuckled, sharing excited glances with my other professors.

They retracted their hands from me, and Aiden gave my mouth back. “What was that?” I panted, looking at the mess all over me, them, and the bed. I was lying in a puddle!

“A different kind of orgasm,” Wyatt absentmindedly muttered, still surprised. “How did that feel, Baby?” He laughed.

I widened my eyes in response. That was intense. “The three of you are not allowed to share a bed anymore,” I jokingly scolded. I pulled myself up, away from the puddle. Cum was everywhere, and none of us would continue to sleep in my bed in this condition.

Dominic crossed his arms. “Since everyone’s up, I believe we still owe Odette a proper date. Get cleaned up, and we can have that four in the morning breakfast that she likes,” he suggested, giving me butterflies.

I was flattered that he remembered that I like going for early breakfasts before the rest of the world wakes up. I gave him a sad smile. “As much as I’d love to, I don’t think that’s a good idea... what if someone sees us? One picture, and we’re all screwed,” I pointed out.

Dominic smiled. “We’re going. It’s early, Darling; no one will pay us any mind. What’s life without a little risk?” He added. “Now get up, get ready,” he ordered.

Dominic was right, as usual. No one else was at the diner we went to; Aiden chose it. None of the dishes matched, and I had two excellent cups of coffee and avocado toast. It was delicious, and I enjoyed spending time with my professors outside the house. Everyone was happy, smiling, and cracking jokes, and I was beyond upbeat going into the day.

Everything with them felt so easy. I felt silly about my breakdown a few weeks ago. It wasn’t just sex. I wasn’t just another woman. I knew that now; I was stupid to think otherwise.

As reassuring as that thought was, it was also terrifying. I’d been avoiding the thought—pushing it from my mind. I still had a restraining order to sign.

Graduation was less than two weeks away. I felt like I had so much longer with them. Time was unforgiving, moving too fast.

It was noon. I was in the empty auditorium, getting time away from my overbearing peers and studying for more of my finals. I had an iced coffee, a stack of study materials, and my wandering thoughts.

I needed to tell them. I couldn’t get out of Charles’ blackmail. He had them under his knife. Their house was under his name. Their careers and reputations were on the line. How could I admit that truth to them? I kept it a secret for too long, and they would be furious when I told them about it. I’d been selfish, wanting to soak them up and pretend reality wasn’t real. Our bubble was popped, and they didn’t even know it.

The courage I needed was lacking. I should have told them the night my father threatened me—threatened us.

The thought of never seeing them again...

Tears fell onto my work, and I quickly wiped them away. I couldn’t live without them. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t sign that restraining order.

If I didn’t sign, I got to keep them in my life. But everything they worked so hard for would be tarnished. I couldn’t do that... I wouldn’t. They wouldn’t want to be with me after that, anyway.

I didn’t know how to say goodbye to them. I knew they were stubborn; they’d try to fight Charles themselves—and lose. If I told them about the restraining order and the threats that came with it, they’d make it worse. Charles was evil, and I didn’t want them to face his wrath directly. It was terrible now, but I knew it could be worse.

More tears fell.

Every fucking scenario I thought of, all of us lost. I just needed to choose the route that would be the least painful and do the least amount of damage for them. They’d get over me; I was sure of it. It would hurt, but at least I wouldn’t be responsible for ruining their lives.

Before I could think twice, my phone was against my ear, ringing.

“Odette, what do you want?” Charles answered, sounding concerned as he coughed on the other end.

“I—” Why did I call? “I can’t sign the papers...” I admitted. I looked up at the ceiling, trying to collect myself. “Please,” my voice cracked, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Don’t make me do this,” I hated myself for pleading with the man, but I didn’t have another option.

It was quiet for a moment before he sighed. “I’ve given you my terms; I will not change my mind. One day, you’ll understand that this is the best decision you’ll ever make. Those men are manipulating you. They’re professors at the university you attend. Whatever feelings you think they have for you... it’s not real,” he assured.

“That’s not true. You don’t know them—”