29. Ophelia
OPHELIA
I’ve never felt so cared for.
I don’t know what it is these men see in me that makes them want to surround me with their love and attention like this, but here they are.
A part of me thinks they recognize the pain inside me, after everything I’ve gone through, but it isn’t only that.
Cain and I had a connection long before I’d been taken and traumatized.
It makes me wonder if I’d met Malachi and Roman when we were all still kids, too—before we were damaged—would we have all been friends?
I think we would.
I find myself yearning for a childhood none of us had; the four of us sharing picnics, and picking apples, and riding our bikes until dark.
That’ll be the childhood we give our children, I silently promise myself. No violence. No fear. No pain. Just peace and happiness.
With my arms around Cain’s neck, he carries me up the stairs.
“What are you smiling at?” he asks, a smile of his own on his lips as he looks down at my face.
“Nothing.” The last thing I want to do is to mention any thoughts about having children. He might run for the hills. None of us have even discussed being exclusive yet, even if Malachi says he loves me.
Cain dips down and grazes his lips over mine and brushes our noses together. My heart expands with joy at having this connection with him.
He locates the main bathroom, kicking open the door and carrying me in. There’s a free-standing tub, resting on checkered black-and-white floor tiles, and a double-wide shower with multiple jets. As I’d expect of this place, it’s a first-class setup.
“Run her a bath,” Cain instructs Malachi.
Mal turns on the faucet, the pummeling water hitting the porcelain like a waterfall as he rifles through all the various bottles until he finds what he’s looking for. He adds a good dollop of bubble bath to the water, and the scent of jasmine fills the air.
While the water fills the tub, Cain sets me on my feet.
“Arms up,” he instructs.
I do as he says, and he catches the hem of my t-shirt, and pulls it up over my head.
He tosses it to one side, leaving me standing there, naked.
The tension in the room changes, and I sense all eyes on me.
I resist the urge to cover myself with my arms. I still have their dried semen on my thighs, and though I washed my face earlier, some of Roman’s pre-cum still marks my jaw and throat.
They have already branded me, and now I get the feeling they’re going to do it all over again.
The bath is soon full enough, and Mal takes my hand, helping me step into the water. It’s the perfect temperature with lots of lovely, scented bubbles. I can’t help but groan and close my eyes as I slip deeper into the water. The heat loosens my muscles, and I instantly feel more relaxed.
It’s mind-blowing that only a matter of hours ago I was lying on a cold, hard bed, trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do. That mere hours ago Carter had bent me over the bed, and tried to yank my panties to one side…
I squeeze my eyes tighter shut. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it.
“You all right, baby?” Mal asks.
He’s good at picking up on when I’m struggling, and I open my eyes again in response to his voice.
“Distract me,” I tell him. I want those thoughts and images gone, wiped from my mind.
He grins. “Happily.”
He tears off his black t-shirt, leaving him bare-chested.
He’s not thick with muscle like the other two, but he still has an incredible body.
I let my gaze roam over his tattoos, committing each one to memory—the stars on the inside of his wrist, the guitar with wings on his pec, the skull on his bicep.
He has several lines of text, too, and I wonder if they’re from songs he’s written.
He drops to his knees beside the bath and dips his hand beneath the bubbles.
His fingers find their way between my thighs and run over my pussy.
I let out a contented sigh and let my knees fall apart, giving him full access.
I’m fully aware of Cain and Roman watching.
I pray Roman is going to be okay with this.
I’m worried about triggering him again. Is this what he needs right now, too?
From the tent in his pants, it seems like he does, but that’s a physical response, and what we physically react to isn’t always what we want intellectually.
I need to trust that he’s a grown man, though, and that he’ll call a stop to this if it isn’t what he needs.
Malachi fingers my pussy, slow and languid, before moving lower, sliding between my ass cheeks and pressing a digit against my hole. He slips inside—just a single finger—and I let out a little whimper.
“Shh, just relax,” he says. “Let us take care of you.”
He uses his thumb to apply pressure to my clit as he fingers my ass. His movements are slow and delicious. Cain drops to his knees beside the tub. He leans in and kisses me. I wrap one arm around his thick neck and pull myself up a little in the water, so he doesn’t have to lean so far down.
“We’re all going to fuck you in the ass one day,” Mal says, licking his lips. “Maybe we’ll blindfold you, so you won’t know whose cock you’re taking.”
“Oh, God.” The thought makes me squirm with pleasure and a little trepidation.
“But first we’re going to stretch you.”
His thumb on my clit rubs a little faster, and my stomach and thigh muscles tense. My breathing grows ragged. Cain kisses me harder, and our tongues duel. I taste wine on his breath, and I’m sure he must taste the same on mine.
Hands touch one of my breasts, and I break the kiss with Cain to see Roman join us.
“Rome.” My voice is a gasp. “Is this okay? Are you okay?”
He nods, his gaze intense. “I love seeing you being pleasured.”
He seems sincere. I want to believe this is helping him, that it’s distracting him from his thoughts, too. I know how it feels to be haunted by the past.
Malachi continues to touch me, his fingers working their magic.
I let my eyes slip shut again and focus on the pleasure building inside me.
My pussy clenches, but it’s my ass that is filled with a thick finger.
My empty pussy doesn’t stop me reaching my peak.
I arch my back, my breasts exposed above the water, tipped in snowy bubbles.
Cain leans in, blows the foam from my peak, and licks one nipple, then lightly bites.
My orgasm punches through me, water sloshing over the sides as I writhe and grip them with my hands clawed. It splashes onto the black-and-white checkered floor as I cry out. I shake and shudder, Malachi’s touch guiding me through my climax and back down to earth again.
I let out a contented sigh and slip back into the warm water, my eyes drifting shut once more. I already know this is only the start. All three men have raging erections, and I’m the only one who’s been satisfied.
“All clean,” Malachi says with a grin. “Time to get out.”
My hair is wet at the ends, but I don’t care. They help me out of the bath, and Cain wraps me from behind in a huge, fluffy, gray towel. He kisses the top of my head and pulls me into him—his chest to my back—and jams his hips up against my lower back. I can feel how much he wants me.
“Use me,” I tell all three of them. “Use me however you want. My body is yours.”
I need them to consume me. I want Roman to feel he can do whatever he desires without feeling guilt for a single second. I want to be the reason we all come together, literally and figuratively.
“In that case, we’re going to fuck every hole you have,” Cain murmurs against my ear.
My pussy clenches and my nipples tighten beneath the towel.
Malachi drags his hand through his dark hair and regards me, his head tilted to one side as he’s thinking. “We need to stretch you, baby, if you’re going to take all of us.”
“Stretch me?” I echo. “With what?”
“I’ve got an idea.” He turns and rifles in the medicine cabinet. “Gotcha.” He holds up a bottle of lube. “Brand new.” Then he glances back toward the bathroom door. “I’ll meet you all in the bedroom.”
He disappears from the room. What’s he doing?
Cain scoops me back up, towel and all, and carries me into the bedroom. The other two distract me for a few minutes, throwing me onto the bed and unwrapping me from the towel like a gift, until Malachi returns with something hidden behind his back.
“What do you have there?” I ask.
“Ta-da.” He brandishes a huge cucumber and holds up a condom.
What. The. Fuck ?
“Mal…” I say, a warning to my voice.
“If you’re going to take both of us in your pussy at once, you need us to stretch you. Look how thick this beauty is.”
He wraps his fingers around its girth, demonstrating. It’s narrower at both ends and widens to its thickest in the middle. I know I won’t be able to take the whole thing.
I’ve never been fucked by an inanimate object before. I’m not sure how I feel about it—a little nervous, I think. But I trust them not to hurt me, and Malachi is right when he says I need to be stretched.
“Hold down her hands,” he tells the other two.
Roman and Cain move to the top of the bed. They take a wrist each and pin them to the mattress, above my head.
Malachi remains at the foot of the bed. “Spread your legs, baby, let me see that pretty pink pussy.”
I do as he asks, opening myself to him. He rolls the condom down the length of the cucumber, doing so teasingly. He throws me a wink, and I almost laugh.
“Are you ready?”
I draw in a breath and nod.
He squirts some lube over the tip and places the top of the condom covered cucumber at my entrance.
It’s hard and chilled from the refrigerator. The condom helps smooth the way, and the huge amount of lube helps, too. It’s still thick, though—thicker than my wrist. He presses it inside me.
I wriggle my hips. “Oh, God.”
“Remember you have your safe word.”