Chapter Ten
Dear god. What had they done to her body?
She couldn’t stop quivering. Her pussy still seemed to spasm with every breath she took. And now there was a new kind of hunger inside her, one so voracious, so all-consuming it shocked her.
A hunger for them. To feel their cocks inside her. How had she gone from disastrous dating episodes and eyes-open kissing to wickedly wanton dark cravings overnight?
She wanted them with a desperation that was already insatiable, and it had only just begun but raged through her like wildfire.
She needed them naked against her, inside her, taking what they desired, and she willingly offered. They’d awakened her body, and she now ached for all of them with equal measure and intensity.
After using a glass stopper from one of their crystal Scotch decanters to plug her bottom hole, then Cade spanking her with his belt and them laying her open for their mouths on her hot, wet center between her thighs, she was one breath away from giving them her virginity. The deviant things they’d done to her hadn’t scared her away. She was ready to beg them to take her.
Instead, they did the direct opposite. Still laying down on the desk, she caught them using fresh water from a glass pitcher to wet their handkerchiefs. Eli cleaned her face, where a bit of her mascara had run, and Cade and Baxter wiped at the wetness from both sides of her thighs. They cleaned her up meticulously, everywhere else but her pussy where she was still drenched and dripping and throbbed with never-ending blinding need. They avoided her bottom hole as well, not removing the stopper they’d lodged there either.
“That wetness stays,” Cade told her as if he were reading her mind. She blushed, like it even mattered now.
“And the stopper too,” Eli added.
Oh. Dear. God.
“A reminder of what we did to you and how your body responded,” Baxter said huskily, running his knuckle down her folds then sucking her essence off.
They lifted her up into a sitting position, and the makeshift plug in her backside reproduced the stinging mixture of pain and pleasure at being penetrated there all over again.
Eli and Baxter slipped her shoes back onto her feet. Cade then carried her off the table. She could barely walk. Not after her mind-blowing orgasms, her spanking, and definitely not with her ass filled with something that had no right being there.
She struggled to stand and immediately wanted to remove the stopper.
“Not yet,” Cade said, taking her hand.
Not yet?
She couldn’t even take two steps with that thing still in her. But it was fine. She would hobble along until she got to her bedroom. Cade led her out of their study. Eli and Baxter behind them, witnessing the freakishly odd way she was walking.
Arg. Were they laughing at her?
Except Cade was going in the wrong direction. He wasn’t leading her upstairs to the privacy of her bedroom, given everything that had happened in their study.
Oh no.
Cade, Eli, and Baxter took her back to the dinner.
“What are you doing?” she asked the three of them collectively, through clenched teeth and an even tighter clenched backside. Everyone was going to know what she’d been up to in their study.
“Just showing you what it would be like if you’re our wife,” Cade said matter-of-factly, then turned to face her.
“There won’t be a moment where you’re not wearing our scent on your body and our brand of possession on your ass, and in your ass, little siren,” Eli said, his voice rough, titillating her senses anew.
What the fuck?
As all eyes swung back onto them, Alicia wanted the marble floor to crack and swallow her whole. They may have smoothed out her dress and neatened her make-up and her hair, but underneath it all, she was a walking deviance.
“But I can’t be here. I have that thing in my butt,” she whispered urgently.
“But you can,” Eli said, giving her that knee-weakening smile.
“If you let it fall from those pretty, fuckable ass cheeks of yours, the glass will shatter and everyone will wonder what a stopper was doing under your dress,” Baxter said, mischievously.
She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation in front of a room full of their business associates.
“Are you insane?” she cried. “I can’t keep it inside me,” she went back to whispering. “I did not manifest this butt stuff,” she added, turning a brighter shade of red as she glanced around at their guests.
“You wanted to be our bride, so guess you can’t handle it,” Baxter grinned. Arg.
Oh, they were daring her. Taunting her. Possibly wanting her to change her mind, retract her proposal, and run to the safety of her bedroom. Eli signaled a server, and they each took a glass of something amber in color.
“Wonder how a Macallan would go down with the taste of your pussy still on our tongues,” Baxter said before they sipped their drinks.
“Fuck. Never tasted better,” Cade said, and then they deserted her, leaving her to stand there, red-faced, heart hammering, butt clenching, pussy so, so wet. All signs pointed to her turning around and leaving.
Nope.
They’d almost won by a whisper. In answer she plastered a huge smile on her face, while underneath it all her mission was solely to keep the stopper from falling out of her.
They, on the other hand, were able to easily slip into their roles as the hosts, while she was now completely convinced every single person present knew what had happened under her dress.
Dear god, she was still so soaked that she had already started to dampen her thighs. If their guests hadn’t heard her scream that one time, then surely, they could see the evidence of what she’d let Cade, Eli, and Baxter do to her.
But they—Cade, Eli, and Baxter—never took their eyes off her, no matter who they were talking to. And she couldn’t concentrate on any conversation for shit. But somehow, she managed to get through it all.
“They’re never going to fall for you, you know.”
Just what she needed right that minute. Monica.
“My daddy says it’s only a matter of time before one of them asks me to marry them,” Monica said, as she came to stand even closer at Alicia’s side, her tone ice cold. “It’ll be a marriage of convenience on paper, but they can’t do better than me.”
“Oh, bless your little precious heart, sweetie,” Alicia mimicked. She had a thing up her backside, Cade, Eli, and Baxter were having fun at her expense, her manifesting was going wrong, and she didn’t have the time for Monica’s crap. Not today.
“They’re already mine,” Alicia said. “All three of them.”
Monica laughed, but it quickly turned into a nervous one.
“You’re a pain in their butt, Alicia. Your dad just made you their burden. Everyone knows that. They didn’t want to take care of you, as if you were some five-year old that needed babysitting. Don’t forget it.”