48. Tatum
Chapter 48
Tatum
I lean against the bedpost, my heart racing as I count down the seconds. The anticipation makes my skin tingle, and I can hear them arguing downstairs about who gets first dibs.
My stilettos click against the hardwood as I pace. Never in my life did I imagine I'd be waiting for three dangerous men to come ravish me - and loving every second of it.
Heavy footsteps on the stairs make me pause. I position myself artfully on the edge of the bed, crossing my legs slowly as the door swings open.
Dom enters first, his tie already loosened. Connor and Isaac follow close behind, their eyes dark with hunger.
"That was quite the show downstairs," Dom says, shrugging off his jacket.
"Just giving you boys proper motivation," I purr, adjusting my stocking. "Did you work out the logistics?"
Connor growls low in his throat. "Oh, we worked something out."
"Good." I stand, walking over to trail my fingers down Dom's chest. "Because I've been thinking about this all week."
"Have you now?" Isaac's accent has gone thick again. "Tell us more about that."
"About how I want all of you?" I step back, looking between them. "About how I dream about your hands on me? Your mouths?"
"Fuck," Connor mutters.
"Or maybe about how watching you work gets me hot?" I continue. "How seeing you come home covered in blood makes me wet?"
Dom's hands clench at his sides. "You're playing with fire, princess."
"Maybe I want to get burned." I reach behind me to unhook my bra. "Maybe I want you three to absolutely wreck me."
The sound of three sharp inhales fills the room.
"Well then." Dom steps forward, wrapping his hand in my hair. "I think it's time we give our girl exactly what she wants."
The three of them exchange glances before breaking into laughter. Dom’s eyes twinkle with amusement. “Alright, rock paper scissors it is. Let’s see who gets the first round.”
"Seriously?" I ask, not hiding my laughter.
“Russian roulette seemed a bit overboard,” Dom quips.
They line up in front of me, their eyes alight with anticipation. Hands poised, they count down together. “Rock, paper, scissors!”
Isaac’s rock crushes Connor’s and Dom's scissors.
“Looks like I win,” Isaac smirks, stepping forward as I reach into the bedside table and pull out the handcuffs. With a mischievous grin, I toss them to him.
“Aye, my girl knows what I like,” he says approvingly, catching the cuffs mid-air.
Dom and Connor settle themselves on the window seat, watching with keen interest as Issac advances on me. His green eyes are intense, every step deliberate.
“Hands up,” he commands softly but firmly. The raw authority in his voice sends a shiver down my spine.
I comply, raising my hands above my head and gripping the headboard. The metal cuffs click around my wrists, securing me in place. My pulse quickens as Issac's strong hands ensure they’re snug but not too tight.
Connor leans back, his eyes dark with desire as he watches us. “Better put on a good show for us.”
“Oh, I plan to,” Isaac replies without breaking eye contact with me. His fingers trail down my arms slowly before moving to my hips. He leans in close enough that I can feel his breath against my ear.
“Ready for me?” he whispers.
“Always,” I respond breathlessly.
Dom’s voice cuts through the charged atmosphere. “Don’t forget we’re here too.”
Isaac chuckles lowly. “How could I? You two are practically drooling.”
I glance at them from beneath my lashes and smirk. “Enjoying yourselves?”
Connor shifts slightly but doesn’t look away. “You have no idea.”
Isaac’s hands roam over my body with practiced ease, exploring every curve and dip like he owns it all. He pauses at the band of my undies and slowly starts to maneuver them down my hips.
“Isaac,” I murmur, arching into his touch.
“Patience,” he growls softly before turning to Dom and Connor with a wink. “Hope you boys are comfortable.”
Dom nods appreciatively while Connor adjusts himself slightly but remains fixated on us.
Isaac's hands tighten around my hips, his grip firm but not painful.
“Right now, there’s nothing I want more than to see you squirm,” he murmurs. “I know you like it rough, but I want to make sure you’re really better before we go there.”
I whine softly, shifting my hips to press against him. “But I want?—”
“Don’t be a brat,” he interrupts, planting a trail of kisses up my inner thighs. “I’ll take care of you.”
A shiver runs through me as his lips move higher, teasingly close to where I ache for him most. I glance over at Dom and Connor; they’re both leaning forward, watching intently.
“Isaac,” I say, my voice more demanding than I intend. “Take off your shirt. I want to see you.”
His eyes darken with desire and amusement. “Yes ma’am.” He stands and strips off his shirt in one fluid motion, revealing the chiseled muscles of his chest and the intricate tattoo on his bicep.
God, he’s gorgeous.
He kneels back down between my legs, his gaze never leaving mine as he spreads me open. His fingers glide along my skin, sending sparks of electricity through me.
“You ready for this?” he asks, voice low and husky.
“Yes,” I breathe.
Isaac doesn’t waste any time. His mouth descends on me with an intensity that makes me gasp. His tongue is skilled and relentless, each stroke driving me closer to the edge.
“Oh God,” I moan, my back arching involuntarily.
From the corner of my eye, I see Connor shifting in his seat, adjusting himself uncomfortably. Dom’s expression is one of barely contained desire.
Isaac's mouth moves with purpose, his tongue dancing over my most sensitive spots. He pulls away slightly, murmuring, “You taste so fucking good, Tatum.”
I gasp, hips arching off the bed. “God, yes.”
He chuckles, the vibration sending shivers up my spine. “Have you two had a chance to taste our girl?” he asks, looking over his shoulder at Dom and Connor.
Connor shakes his head, eyes locked on me. “Not yet.”
Dom smirks. “Got a sample once. Not the full course.”
“Well,” Isaac says, his green eyes darkening as he looks back at me. “You're missing out.”
His mouth returns to its task with renewed fervor, and I can barely keep myself from crying out. His tongue works me expertly, each flick and swirl driving me wild.
“Oh God,” I moan.
But just as I'm teetering on the edge, he pulls away. The sudden loss of contact makes me whimper in frustration.
“Cruel,” Dom comments with a laugh.
“Sadistic,” Connor agrees.
Isaac's eyes glint mischievously. “I want to hear you fucking beg for it, Tatum.”
“Please,” I whisper.
“Louder.”
“Please fuck me with your tongue, Isaac,” I say more urgently. “Make me cum.”
“That’s better.” He dives back in with a vengeance, his tongue thrusting inside me with precision and intensity.
My hands strain against the cuffs as pleasure builds rapidly within me. It’s like nothing I've ever felt before – raw and overwhelming.
“Isaac!” I cry out as I come undone, my body trembling uncontrollably.
When he finally pulls away, he's breathing heavily. “Almost came in my pants,” he admits with a grin. “Haven’t done that shit since middle school.”
I laugh breathlessly, still coming down from the high. “Glad I could help you relive your youth.”
Dom jumps up, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Alright, my turn. Ready to get wrecked, princess?”
Connor rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on. At least let’s arm wrestle for it.”
“Arm wrestle? With you?” Dom scoffs, flexing his bicep for emphasis. “You’d be at a disadvantage, man.”
Connor shakes his head, black shaggy hair falling into his eyes. “Fine, rock paper scissors again then. Let’s see if your luck holds out.”
Isaac smirks from the side, still catching his breath from our earlier escapade. “This oughta be good.”
They face off, hands poised and ready. “Rock, paper, scissors!” they chant in unison.
Dom’s rock crushes Connor’s scissors.
“Well, fuck,” Connor mutters.
Isaac bursts out laughing. “Told ya, mate. You’ve got the worst luck.”
I can’t help but giggle at their antics. There’s something endearing about these three bickering like boys over a favorite toy – except in this case, I’m the prize.
Dom turns to me with a predatory gleam in his eye. “Looks like I’m up next.” He reaches for the cuffs around my wrists and unlocks them with a deft flick of his wrist.
I rub my wrists as they’re freed, feeling the warmth of Dom’s touch lingering on my skin.
“Gonna take good care of you,” he murmurs, pulling me close. His lips brush against mine in a tantalizing promise before he lifts me effortlessly and lays me back on the bed.
Connor crosses his arms and leans against the wall with a resigned sigh. “At least do me a solid and get her naked please.”
“My pleasure,” Dom says without looking away from me. He slides a hand down my body with deliberate slowness, making every nerve ending tingle in anticipation.
I bite my lip to suppress a moan as his fingers trace over my curves.
“Don’t hold back,” Dom says softly but firmly. “I want them to hear every sound you make.”
His words send a jolt of desire through me, and I let out a breathy sigh as he continues to explore my body with practiced skill.
Isaac watches us intently from his seat on the window sill, green eyes dark with desire. “She’s all yours for now,” he says to Dom with a knowing smile.
Dom chuckles lowly and leans in to whisper in my ear. “You ready for round two?”
“More than ready,” I reply breathlessly.
Dom’s hands work quickly, unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the floor. He leans in, peppering kisses across my chest, each touch sending shivers down my spine. I moan softly, arching into him.
“You’re killing me,” I whisper, feeling the heat pooling low in my belly.
He grins against my skin before standing up to strip off his clothes. As he undresses, Connor gets up and moves to the foot of the bed. “I love you, man, but I'd rather see her ass than yours. I need a better vantage point,” he says with a smirk.
Dom laughs. “Fine by me.”
Connor’s hand reaches out to stroke my hair, his touch gentle yet possessive. “How are you feeling?” he asks softly.
“Like I’m on fire,” I admit, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.
Dom positions himself between my legs, his gaze intense. “You ready for me?”
“Always,” I breathe.
He slides into me with one powerful thrust, and I see stars. My back arches off the bed as a gasp escapes my lips.
“God, Tatum,” He groans. “I always wondered what you’d look like writhing underneath me. That day on the jet wasn’t enough.”
“Then don’t stop,” I manage to say between breaths.
His rhythm is relentless, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. Connor’s fingers continue to weave through my hair, grounding me amidst the overwhelming sensations.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Dom growls, his voice rough with need. "Your pussy was made for us."
I can barely form coherent thoughts as pleasure builds rapidly within me. “Don’t stop,” I repeat, my hands clutching at the sheets.
Connor’s eyes darken as he watches us. “You’re fucking beautiful when you come undone,” he murmurs.
Dom’s pace quickens, driving me closer to the edge with each powerful movement. My body trembles beneath him, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.
“I’m close,” I gasp.
“Hold on for me, baby,” Dom rasps, his voice rough with need. “I’m never gonna get enough of you.”
He adjusts his position, pushing deeper inside me. The sensation is overwhelming, and a scream tears from my throat.
“That’s a girl,” he praises, his eyes locked on mine. “So fucking good.”
Isaac’s voice is strained as he grates out, “Fuck,” his hand rubbing himself through his jeans. His green eyes are dark with desire, and the sight of him so turned on pushes me closer to the edge.
“I can’t hold on anymore,” I gasp, my body trembling.
Dom’s grip tightens on my hips. “Let go, Tatum. You’re safe with us. Always.”
His words are my undoing. I let go, my climax crashing over me like a tidal wave. My vision blurs, and I’m vaguely aware of Dom following right behind me, his groan of release vibrating through my entire being.
Connor’s laughter breaks the spell. “That was beautiful,” he says, wiping a mock tear from his eye. “Almost shed a tear myself. Who knew there was a softie behind all that muscle?”
I look up at Connor adoringly, my breath still coming in ragged gasps. “I did.”
Dom chuckles as he pulls out of me gently, collapsing beside me on the bed. He brushes a strand of hair away from my face, his touch surprisingly tender.
“You always this sassy after sex?” he asks with a smirk.
“Only when I’m thoroughly satisfied,” I reply, winking at him.
Connor moves closer, his eyes still smoldering with heat. “Guess they save the best for last,” he says softly.
I smile up at him, feeling more alive than I have in years. “Can’t wait to see what you’ve got lover boy.”
Connor looks at me with a smirk that sends shivers down my spine. "How do you feel about two of us at the same time, Tatum?"
My heart races, and I meet his gaze steadily. "I trust you to take care of me."
He grins and turns to Issac. "Isaac, get over here. We've got a show to put on."
Isaac's eyes gleam with interest as he strides over. "What’s the plan, Connor?"
Connor’s smirk widens. "I’m gonna take her from behind while she sucks your dick. We’ve only seen her give head on video; it’s time for a first-hand visual."
The idea sends a jolt of heat through my body. I’m already hot and bothered beyond belief.
Connor looks back at me, his expression serious for a moment. "You okay with that baby?"
Instead of answering verbally, I get up and position myself on my hands and knees, looking back at them with a challenging smile. "What are you waiting for? Get fucking naked."
Dom lets out a low whistle from his spot on the window seat. "Oh fuck, this is going to be hot."
Connor and Isaac don’t need any more encouragement. Clothes are shed quickly, and they stand before me, all muscles and raw desire.
Isaac steps forward first, his cock already hard. I reach out and wrap my hand around him, giving him a teasing stroke that makes him groan.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
Connor moves behind me, his hands gripping my hips firmly. “You ready for this?”
“Oh yeah,” I reply breathlessly.
He positions himself at my entrance and pushes in slowly, stretching me in the most delicious way possible.
“Oh God,” I gasp.
Isaac steps closer, his cock inches from my mouth. “Open up for me.”
I comply eagerly, taking him into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the head. He groans deeply, his hands tangling in my hair.
Connor sets a steady rhythm behind me, each thrust pushing me closer to Issac’s cock. The sensations are overwhelming but intoxicating.
“Look at you,” Dom says from the side, his voice thick with arousal. “Taking both of them so well.”
Isaac’s grip tightens in my hair as I take him deeper, bobbing my head in time with Connor’s thrusts.
“You feel so fucking good,” Connor growls from behind me. “So tight.”
I moan around Isaac’s cock, the vibrations making him curse under his breath.
“God damn, Tatum,” Issac groans. “You’re amazing.”
The praise fuels my desire even more. I hollow my cheeks and take him as deep as I can, reveling in the way he tenses above me.
Connor’s thrusts become more urgent, each one sending waves of pleasure through me.
“You got one more in there for us baby?” he asks roughly.
I can only moan in response as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak.
“Good girl,” Connor praises before thrusting harder.
The combination of sensations is too much; I come undone with a muffled scream around Isaac’s cock.
Connor’s grip tightens on my hips as he thrusts into me one last time, his voice rough and strained. “God damn, that feels so fucking good.” He stills inside me, and I can feel the heat of him spilling deep within. The sensation sends another wave of pleasure coursing through my body.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, barely able to keep myself steady.
Connor pulls out slowly, and I can hear the satisfaction in his voice. “First time coming inside someone. Gotta say, it’s a hell of a feeling.”
Isaac shifts his stance, his cock still deep in my mouth. “I’m close,” he warns, voice low and strained. “Do I need to pull out?”
I shake my head, mouth full of him, signaling that I want it all. His groan deepens as he starts to lose control.
“Fuck,” Isaac breathes out. His hands tighten in my hair as he thrusts once more, and then I feel the hot burst of his release hitting the back of my throat. I swallow eagerly, taking everything he gives me.
He pulls out slowly, panting heavily. “You’re a goddamn miracle worker.”
Connor laughs softly from behind me. “She’s definitely something special.”
I collapse onto the bed, utterly spent but entirely satisfied. My body feels like it’s been through a delightful wringer.
Isaac leans down to brush a strand of hair from my face, his green eyes softening. “You okay?”
“More than okay,” I reply with a tired smile.
Dom moves over to join us on the bed, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You know what this means?”
“What?” I ask breathlessly.
“You’re ours now,” he says simply, but there’s a possessive edge to his tone that sends another thrill through me.
Connor flops down beside me with a satisfied sigh. “Yeah, no way we’re letting you go after that performance.”
I laugh softly, feeling more at home with these men than I ever did with Thomas. "Guess I’m stuck with you guys then."
Isaac chuckles and pulls me close against his chest. "Damn right."
The warmth of their bodies surrounds me as I drift off into a contented sleep, feeling safe and cherished for the first time in what feels like forever.