Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Penny
Phoenix took my hand, and the other two made way for him to lead me to the black leather bench. Atlas and Everest didn’t go far. All three sets of hands helped me onto the kneeling pad, then leaned me onto the padded table section.
They ensured my comfort as they continued to gently touch and caress my bare skin. The question over how I would feel about all three of them touching me was answered with a resounding so far so good.
“Are you sure you want us to use the restraints?” Everest asked.
Thankfully, I’d thought about it a lot before they’d gotten here. Bent over with my butt in the air was not the most conducive position for rational decision making. “On my wrists but nowhere else.”
“If you change your mind or get uncomfortable just tell us, babygirl.” Atlas stroked his fingers over my chin, which would have been more calming if his erection didn’t loom so close to my face.
“Yes, Daddy. And can you please get a blindfold out of the armoire?”
“You don’t want to see or touch us?” Hurt tinged Atlas’ words.
“I suppose that sounds weird, but it will keep me in the moment so I don’t overthink any of it.”
“Anything you want, sweetness,” Phoenix said. “Do you want us to tell you who’s doing what?”
This was already treading dangerously close to encouraging me to overthink. I kept my answer short. “No.”
Everest knelt in front of me, offering a reminder of my position. If we didn’t get this going soon, would I chicken out? “Is there anywhere we shouldn’t touch… with our hands, mouths or otherwise?”
“I have my safe words if I need them.”
Atlas knelt next to Everest and looked a little worried. Their intensive caring made the situation feel all the more right, although maybe we should have negotiated before I was on the bench.
But witnessing their concern empowered me.
“You can trust me, Daddy. Your babygirl knows she can tell you anything, even to stop.”
“Okay, then…” Everest kissed me then headed to the armoire, retrieved a satin blindfold, and tied it over my eyes.
Phoenix and Atlas kissed me in turn then strapped my hands in place.
“You’re ours now, sweetness.” The use of the nickname helped me understand Phoenix was talking even more than the sound of his voice. I was surprised how much I didn’t recognize without seeing him.
My cheeks flushed and the room got really hot as somebody’s fingers trailed through my hair, along my jaw, and then onto my lips, tugging my lower lip down before releasing it. His lips gently pressed onto mine. Phoenix?
I reminded myself not to think even though I had a pretty good idea of who could reach what based on where they had been standing.
Somebody else’s lips touched the top of my head and somebody else’s gently brushed over my shoulder.
Then the shuffling of footsteps told me they’d switched positions.
“We’re going to mark you now, precious.” Hmm… was that, Everest? My heart beat faster at his use of a nickname that felt so right coming from him. Also, was that rhetorical?
A hand rubbed on my butt cheek. “We’re all going to mark you, so there’s no question that you’re ours to care for…”
Before I had a chance to say anything, a different hand cupped my cheek. “And love…”
A third hand pushed the first one down. “And protect.”
Even though I tried to let their deep, possessive voices merge into one, it took effort to keep my brain from playing who’s who. “No more words.”
“That’s going to be hard, babygirl.”
“I feel like I have to respond. It takes me out of the moment.”
With a few grumbles, but no words, they moved around me, their silence serving as their agreement.
Somebody’s hands grabbed my hips from behind. My breath hitched as my body flinched. This is what I was waiting for. My sex tingled and wetness coated my upper thigh.
It wasn’t until I steadied my breaths that one of the hands slowly slid onto my butt cheek, caressing small circles, then lifting, and spanking.
A jolt of electricity shot through me. I might have yelped, but the sting on my bottom consumed me.
The restraints held my hands in place, keeping me from rubbing the sore spot. Good call.
The warmth against the back of my legs grew as someone else stepped closer. The first man moved beside my hip, his fingers continuing to trace circles on my skin.
There was no way to express how much I loved not worrying about what to do… if I was making a mistake… if I was being weird. All I had to do was stay in the moment.
I was theirs, and they were going to take care of me. For now. Until we went home and had to explain—a hand on my lower back saved me from spiraling.
The warmth of the hand slid over the curve of my butt, down onto the back of my thigh, then up again, giving almost no warning before it lifted and came down with a swift smack.
Shivers raced through me. Moans and mumbles fell from my lips incoherently. More hands… on my back, in my hair… exploring me, cherishing me… this was perfect.
Whoever just spanked me moved to my other hip while the third stepbrother positioned his legs outside of mine.
He must have fisted his cock because if I assessed the situation properly, he was painting my bottom with his slick pre-cum. Rounding his tip over my cheek, down my hip, and across the top of my thigh, he brought his cock to my center.
Breathing became a chore. Was he going to have sex with me?
The thickness of his shaft pressed between my thighs, sliding under my drenched sex.
My lips spread over his girth. The pressure of the sliding pulled against my clit, sending zings of pleasure through me.
There was no question that I could orgasm like this, but I wanted to come on his cock…
on any and all of their cocks. That meant at least three orgasms. I didn’t want to waste any.
My hips bucked, trying to fit his tip to my entrance, but even when I got him in place, he was too big to just slip inside. All it did was make him growl.
His size should seem a problem. Instead, my sex grew wetter and wetter, coating him, begging for his help. I needed to be filled. Needed to be marked in ways other than a handprint. Needed to be full of cum.
He did everything but cooperate.
My arms yanked against the wrist restraints as I desperately craved reaching back and pulling him into me.
Hands that I’m pretty sure belonged to the men on either side of me landed on my shoulders and at the erogenous zone I just discovered… the junction of my bottom and thighs. I squirmed against their pressure.
How were they in sync? Were they whispering plans that I couldn’t hear due to my entire body screaming for them to claim me?
The shaft between my legs pressed to one side while its owner cupped my bottom. His thumb traced repeatedly up and down before he spanked me several times.
I gasped for air when he stopped. The slaps had come in such rapid succession, I hadn’t had time to catch my breath, and was barely able to before someone slid a hand underneath me, onto my sex, massaging, again, in sync with the thrusts of the cock that was teasing me.
His finger dipped in, between the erection and me, bringing me dangerously close to orgasm, pushing me to the brink, taking my cries to a fever pitch, when everything stopped.
He pulled his fingers away. His cock slid from its home between my legs. And everyone moved. What was happening? Urgency raced through me, my hips bucking and my knees spreading.
Somebody stepped in front of me. A wet finger slid over my lips. The scent of my sex mixed with his masculinity—the most intoxicating combo ever.
His cock had to be within reach, but I was relieved that the restraints took away any expectation.
Heat washed over me when I caught the tip of my tongue darting out for a taste. He met my request, pushing between my lips, encouraging me to suck as he slid his digit back and forth.
Why did I enjoy that so much? Why did my face lean forward as he pulled out? He dragged it from my mouth, down my neck, and onto my back where I realized he was drawing a heart.
Then they shifted again, and a finger came to my lips. I’m pretty sure it was the same finger as before but this time, it wasn’t just my scent. It included a musky scent. I stood corrected… that was the most intoxicating scent ever.
But he didn’t play with my mouth as long this time. His finger trailed to the corner of my lips, onto my cheek, leaving a wet trail, and then he let go.
As much as I wanted to see what they were doing, I was overwhelmed by how much I loved surrendering.
A hand slid over my bottom again, giving a gentle slap, then the fingers continued downward, touching my sex from behind. A moment of sliding over my damp curls came to an end when he gently eased a finger inside of me.
My thighs reflexively squeezed around his hand. The warmth of his finger inside of me, and the way he curled it to drive me crazy, had my insides tightening, finally able to come with one of them inside of me.
But before I could, another hand swatted my bottom, drawing my attention, and followed with the same motion, causing me to spread my legs a little further. When he entered, the pressure from the two of them had me working hard to breathe.
And the third guy slid his hand between the bench and me, entering my sex from the front. The stretch burned, like they might split me in half, but I had to take them this way or I’d never be able to take their thick cocks.
Their grumbles and groans threatened to form words, but they seemed to detour their thoughts into caresses with their free hands, stroking and fisting my hair… which unlocked my hair-pulling kink.
They tenderly rubbed my arms, my back, anything to show their affection, which perfectly matched my needs.
Then slowly, completely in sync, they began pistoning their fingers in and out of me. Three different angles. Three different pressure points. Three different men. Three different versions of me.