Chapter 13
Thirteen
FRANCINE
Still panting, I stay where I am as my pussy still tingles from the aftershocks of their attention.
With shaky hands, I finally pull my blouse back down to cover myself.
My panties and skirt are somewhere on the floor, but I can’t summon the energy to find them.
I feel used and exhilarated at the same time.
But also extremely guilty. How in the world am I going to face these men after what just happened?
I’m still sprawled on the sofa in a daze when the door opens again without a knock.
My pussy is exposed, with slick still glistening on my thighs, and I’m too stunned from what just happened with Drake and Rowan to react quickly enough.
Elias stands in the doorway, his amber eyes widening behind those black rectangular glasses as he takes in the sight of me.
I’m literally disheveled, half-naked, and thoroughly debauched.
His nostrils flare as he breathes in the heavy scent of my sex hanging in the air, and a slow, knowing smirk spreads across his handsome face.
“Well, well,” he says, stepping inside and closing the door behind him with a soft click. “What is the virgin nanny up to?”
Oh my god, how many visitors am I going to have in my room?
I scramble to pull my blouse down to cover my exposed pussy, my face burning with shame. The long white blouse is just barely long enough to serve as a makeshift dress, covering me to mid-thigh as I sit there, trying not to move and accidentally expose myself even more.
“Nothing,” I stammer, my voice hoarse from crying out during my orgasms. “I was just getting ready to shower.”
“I saw my brothers leaving your room,” Elias interrupts, his eyes never leaving mine as he stalks closer. “They looked…quite happy.”
There’s something different about his energy now. He seems less controlled and more… predatory. The professional calmness I saw earlier has been replaced by something darker, hungrier. He’s still immaculately dressed in that tailored suit, but his eyes are wild, his breathing slightly accelerated.
“They just wanted to talk, and then I decided to shower after,” I say weakly, glancing around for my discarded clothes.
“Hmm,” Elias stops in front of me, towering over where I sit on the sofa. “I leave you alone for an hour, and you’re already spreading your legs for my brothers? What a very bad virgin you are.”
Fuck, I’m starting to get horny again from his words.
“It wasn’t like that,” I protest as slick drips from my pussy onto my inner thighs. “You teased me. And got me all worked up and then left me like that. You can’t just do that to an omega.”
“Couldn’t help it? Is that your excuse?” He asks, sitting next to me. He suddenly grabs my wrist and pulls me across his lap, face down. My blouse rides up, exposing my ass to the cool air of the room.
“Elias!” I yelp as his hand cracks down on my ass. The sting blooms across my skin, shocking and somehow exhilarating at the same time.
“Virgins,” he says, his voice low and dangerous as he palms the curve of my ass, “are supposed to save themselves. To stay pure.” His hand comes down again, harder this time, on the opposite cheek. “Not let just anyone taste them.”
“I didn’t—ah!” Another slap, harder than the last, makes me jerk against him.
“Didn’t what?” Elias asks, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, spreading me wide so that cool air hits my wet pussy. “Admit what you did.”
“Nothing happened! No one knotted me,” I moan as he spreads my cheeks wider until my anus starts to clench. “I’m still a virgin.”
He laughs, a dark sound that makes my pussy clench with need. “That’s not how it works, omega. Your virginity isn’t just your hymen. It’s all of you. Every inch. Every drop of slick.”
His hand comes down again, and I cry out, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.
But beneath the pain, there’s a building pleasure.
Each slap sends vibrations through my flesh, straight to my clit.
My pussy is getting wetter, more needy, and I squirm against his lap, feeling the hard ridge of his erection beneath my right breast.
“What did they do to you?” Elias demands. “Tell me exactly what my brothers did.”
I press my lips together, unwilling to answer. It feels like I’m betraying them. It was all fun and games. My ass cheeks are burning as he spanks me again, and I cry out.
“I asked you a question,” he growls.
“I’m not telling you,” I whimper, as I press my ass into his hand, wanting to be spanked some more.
He spanks me again, five quick slaps that build in intensity until I’m crying out with each one, my ass burning and my pussy dripping. I can feel slick running down my inner thighs, and I know he must feel it too, must smell my arousal growing stronger with each strike.
“Tell me,” he commands. “Or I’ll spank this pretty ass until you can’t sit for a week.”
Something about the threat breaks my resistance.
“They... they ate me out,” I confess, my voice small and breathless. “Both of them. At the same time.”
Elias goes still, his hand pausing mid-air.
Then, without warning, he flips me over, until I’m upside down, my head hanging off the edge of the sofa and my legs spread in the air. He positions his head between my spread thighs, his face level with my exposed pussy.
“Both of them,” he repeats, his voice dark with jealousy as he stares at my glistening folds. “At the same time. No wonder you’re absolutely dripping. Look at this pussy. It’s bubbling with slick.”
I can’t see his face from this angle, just feel his hot breath on my most intimate parts as he inspects me. His thumbs spread my outer lips, exposing more of me to his hungry gaze. I should be mortified, being examined so clinically, but instead, I’m trembling with need.
My pussy throbs uncontrollably.
“I’m still a virgin,” I plead.
“Let me check,” he says, pushing a thick finger into my pussy for an inspection, and my face reddens. I gasp out in pain when his finger hits my barrier. “Ah, good.”
“I told you I wasn’t lying,” I whimper.
His fingers spread my pussy lips wider instead, “So fucking pink and wet.”
I suddenly feel the first touch of his tongue against my pussy. His tongue is so freaking hot, wet, and thick, tracing a path from my pussy to my asshole.
I gasp, my stomach tightening at the new sensation.
“Oh!”
He doesn’t respond except to lick me again. And more firmly this time. His hands move to my ass cheeks, spreading them apart to expose my most private hole to his questing tongue. No one has ever touched me there before, and the taboo nature of it makes me squirm with embarrassment.
I try to wiggle my ass away so he can focus on just my pussy, but he grips my ass cheeks firmly apart so he can lick me.
“Stay still,” he commands, his breath hot against my anus. “I need to taste every inch of what they touched.”
His tongue circles my asshole, teasing the sensitive nerves there before moving back to my pussy. He laps at my entrance, gathering my abundant slick on his tongue before returning to my ass, using the natural lubrication to ease his exploration.
“Oh god,” I moan as he presses the tip of his tongue against my tight pucker, not quite breaching it but applying gentle pressure that makes my whole body shake.
“So responsive,” he murmurs against me. “So perfect.”
He moves back to my pussy, and this time he seals his lips around my hole, creating a suction that pulls more slick from deep within me. The sensation is overwhelming.
It’s like he’s drawing the very essence of me out through my core.
“Elias, oh god.”
“Yes,” he growls, quickly licking my clit. “Give me more. The more slick you release, the more I get to drink. And I’m so thirsty for you, Francine.”
His words push me closer to orgasm, and my body immediately responds to his command by producing another flood of slick. He drinks my pussy eagerly, his tongue delving deeper, his lips pressing against my pussy folds.
“That’s it,” he encourages between licks. “Feed me. Let me taste what should have been only mine.”
The upside-down position sends blood rushing to my head, intensifying every sensation. My clit throbs, neglected but still sensitive from earlier attention. I reach down to touch it, desperate for relief, but Elias captures my wrist.
“No,” he says firmly. “You come from my mouth alone or not at all.”
His tongue is now focusing on my entrance, fucking in and out in a rhythm that mimics what his cock would do.
My pussy hole is sore from my hymen being teased a lot, but I want him to keep going.
One hand keeps my legs spread wide while the other teases my ass, a fingertip circling my anus but never quite penetrating.
The dual stimulation is too much. I feel the pressure building rapidly, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to drown me. My thighs begin to shake, my breathing becoming erratic as I teeter on the brink.
“I’m going come… oh my god,” I gasp and moan, holding onto his ankles tightly.
“Come for me, Francine,” he breathes against my pulsing pussy. “Now.”
My back bows, my head pressing into the carpet as waves of pleasure crash through me.
And then I’m squirting again, my release spraying from me in forceful jets that I can actually see from my upside-down vantage point.
Drops of my slick scatter across the carpet, some even reaching the base of the coffee table several feet away.
Elias doesn’t let up, his mouth still working me through the aftershocks, drinking every drop he can catch. His hands hold me firmly in place as I writhe and buck against him, the pleasure almost too intense to bear.
I’m so lost in the sensations that I don’t hear the door open. Don’t notice anything until Elias suddenly freezes, his mouth still pressed against me. From my position, all I can see are a pair of expensive leather shoes and the hem of dark suit pants.
My heart plummets as I recognize those shoes, that stance. Kieran.
For a long, terrible moment, no one moves. No one speaks. I’m literally upside down, legs spread, pussy exposed, with Elias’s face still buried between my thighs and Kieran standing in the doorway witnessing it all.
My life is over. My job is over. Everything is ruined.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Kieran’s voice cuts through the room like ice, sending a chill down my spine despite the heat of embarrassment burning through me.
Elias slowly pulls away from my pussy, but he doesn’t let me go, doesn’t help me right myself. Instead, he turns to face his brother, his mouth and chin glistening with my juices.
“Exactly what it looks like,” he says calmly, as if being caught with his face buried in the nanny’s cunt is a perfectly normal occurrence. “I’m tasting our omega.”
Our omega. The words hang in the air, a challenge, a declaration.
I want to die. I want the floor to open up and swallow me whole. But all I can do is hang there, upside down and legs wide open for Kieran to stare at.