Chapter Twenty-Three
Lorelei
W hen we walk into Clay’s home, it is welcoming. He has a large plush sectional and a huge ottoman. The décor is simple, but elegant. Overall, it is gorgeous. “Kitchen is to the left. Down the hall is my office and a guest bathroom. Upstairs has the master bedroom and guest rooms,” Clay says.
“You have a beautiful home,” I say.
“Thank you,” he says.
“Are we going anywhere else?” I ask Remy.
“No. Go change. I know you want to,” he laughs.
“I’ll show you the bedrooms,” Clay says, waving me to come along. I trail behind him while Remy and Cam follow with the bags. When we get down the hall, Clay takes us into a room that looks like the master bedroom.
“Is this your room?” I ask.
“It is,” he says. I stop walking and everyone looks at me. “Come here.”
“Why?” I ask skeptically. He chuckles and walks over to grab my hand. I let him lead me to the bathroom door where he points to a massive jacuzzi.
“Thought you’d want to relax,” he says.
“Oh, hell. Okay,” I say, and he chuckles.
“Hey, Lori. Want some tea?” Remy asks, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
“So, I can drown in the bath for real this time? No, I think I’ll pass.” I say.
“I’ll get it started. You can relax and get out of your head for a while,” he says.
“Thank you, Clay,” I say sweetly.
“You are welcome, Lori,” he says. He starts filling the huge tub and I turn to the bags.
“Are we crossing a boundary?” Remy asks, turning me to face him.
“No,” I say simply.
“Why do you seem upset, then?”
“I’m just… he just makes me nervous is all,” I say.
“How?” Cam asks.
“I don’t know. Just his energy, I guess,” I say, assuming Clay cannot hear me as I speak softly.
“What do you mean?” Cam asks.
“It’s like… He just seems a lot more dominant,” I say. “Like I would be far less likely to get away with being a brat.”
“Little brats who misbehave get punished,” Clay says softly in my ear. “Want to find out how?”
Remy and Cam smile but say nothing. “No,” I squeak out.
“Aww. No?” he asks. “You had so much to say earlier… Actually… You were snapping instead of communicating.”
“Oh, fuck you, Clay,” I start to say. This man snatches me by my throat and pulls me up to my tiptoes so fast that I think I stop breathing for a second. Clay is a big man with this energy about him that exudes dominance.
“Excuse me?” he asks with a dangerous tone. “You are going to learn very quickly that I will not tolerate attitude. They may go easy on you, but I will not. If you need something, open that pretty little mouth and ask. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I’m sorry?” he asks. When I don’t say it, he tightens his grip on my throat.
“Yes sir,” I choke out. He releases me but tips my chin up.
“Now, go take a bath and relax,” he says. “Do you need anything?”
“No,” I whisper. He narrows his eyes and fucking growls at me. It instantly makes my knees weak and I correct myself. “No sir!”
“Good girl. Go on,” he says sweetly.
Just like that… They all walk out. What the fuck just happened?
I stand in the middle of the room, still in shock.
It takes me a few seconds before I go into the bathroom and shut the water off.
Once I strip down, I step into the hot, bubbly water and sit in the far back corner.
I lay my head back and try to pretend there isn’t a third man in this house I want to fuck.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Eh, fuck it.
Worst case, I can kill myself, so I never have to worry about getting judged.
That is definitely an intrusive thought that should stay inside my head.
I hear someone come in, but I don’t say anything.
The bubbles conceal me, but it doesn’t matter one bit when I can sense they are all here and undressing.
After a second, I open my eyes to find all three of them naked and getting in the water with me.
My eyes go wide when I see Clay, but I snap them shut and pretend that I did not just see that he has a monster cock that legitimately scares me. Remy and Cam are big, but Clay? Deadly.
“What was that?” Remy asks.
“Hmm?” I ask. “Nothing. Nope. I’m good.”
“Are you lying?” Clay asks.
“No,” I say. I can feel my face burning with my lie, so I give myself up. “Fine. Yes. I am.”
“What was that look for, then?” Cam asks.
“Why do you all have to have giant dicks?” I ask, opening my eyes. “I thought you and Remy were big, but goddamn. Here is Clay, over here with a fucking monster in his pants. How the fuck do you walk? Do you just pick a pant leg?”
“You are so dramatic,” Clay laughs.
“Pick a number between one and three,” Remy says.
“What? Why?” I ask.
“Pick.”
“One,” I say. “Higher numbers sound scary.”
“You choose Clay,” Cam says with a smile.
“For what? What is going on?”
“It means they will fuck you together, but I will get you alone,” Clay says.
“Can I… opt for all?” I ask, making them all look at me in surprise. “But I get to decide who is where?”
“Why?” Remy asks with a smirk,
“Why not?”
“Okay,” Clay says. “But, you give up your safe word.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Why not?” He smiles wickedly, and I know I’m in trouble.
“Okay. No safe word,” I agree.
“Who do you want to ride?” he asks.
“You.”
“Taking your ass?”
“Remy.”
“And Cameron throat fucks you,” he confirms, and I nod. “Come here.”
“No,” I say without thinking
“Actually,” he says. “Dry off and go sit on the bed.”
“What happened to relaxing?” I ask.
“What happened to not having an attitude?” he asks. “You forfeited your safe word. Go, or I’ll move you myself. If I have to do that, you’ll be punished.”
“Yeah. Okay,” I laugh, feeling brave. It’s when they all stand that I know I have truly fucked up. Cameron reaches for me first, and when I move away from him, I scream out as Clay grabs me by the hair and pulls me out of the tub. “Wait. Wait… Clay!”
He abruptly turns me around and shoves my face down into the water.
He starts smacking my ass over and over again.
He doesn’t stop until everything starts to darken, and then pulls me up.
I gasp for air and cough, but try to calm myself when he grabs me by the throat and pulls me close.
Remy dries my body as Clay stares me down. When he is done, Clay finally speaks.
“Go sit on the bed,” he growls.
“Yes sir,” I whisper. When he releases me, I turn and glare at both Remy and Cam before walking past them to the room.
Before I have the chance to sit, he comes out of nowhere and smacks my ass again.
This time, I turn and try to shove him away.
He growls and grabs my wrist before twisting it behind my back and shoving me over the bed.
They all work together as I thrash around to tie my arms behind my back.
I am left on the bed for a moment, but I hear them doing something close by.
I am pulled up to my feet and turned to face a bench of sorts.
It has a spot where you straddle it, only it has your legs far enough apart that everything is exposed.
Clay shoves me forward and Remy picks me up to sit me on it so I am sitting comfortably.
I am on my knees, but my legs are very far apart.
It almost forces me into a sitting position to be comfortable.
My arms are attached to it so that I can move forward, but then Cam puts a collar around my neck that attaches to a hook on the front.
I am completely restrained once they put straps around my thighs to make sure I cannot move my legs.
I say nothing because I want to know what they are doing, but I also don’t want to make it worse and get myself in more trouble.
“Open your mouth,” Clay says. I do, and he shoves a ball gag in my mouth before tying it around my head.
A blindfold covers my eyes and headphones are placed over my ears, leaving me without the sense to hear, see, speak or the ability to move.
Someone spreads lube all over my pussy and ass before fingers start working it into me.
When they move away, two long, thick dildos are pushed into my pussy and ass.
I groan and whimper as I am filled, but it’s the wand being pressed against my clit that catches my attention.
“One hour,” Clay says in my ear when he lifts up for a moment.
They are playing simple white noise. The dildos start to move, and I try to move away from it.
I scream around the gag when a sudden zap shocks my back.
Did they just use a stun gun on me? The dildos alternate, so one is always pushing into me.
Their speed and depth increase. When the wand comes to life, the vibrations make me scream.
Everything seems to all come up at once and the dildos starts fucking me impossibly fast and hard.
They are so goddamn deep that it almost hurts.
My only saving grace is the wand that is making me come back-to-back.
One fucking hour. Those motherfuckers left me on this goddamn devil machine for an hour.
I know this, because every fucking minute that passes, a robotic voice tells me how many minutes are left.
I can tell that they are reapplying lube because suddenly everything is smoother, and my moans come easier.
I enter into almost like a meditative state.
I am drooling all over my neck and chest from having this ball gag in.
I am a hot fucking mess, but they stay with me the entire time.
One of them is always rubbing my shoulders, gently rubbing their hand up and down my thigh, or another gentle gesture to let me know they have not left me.
When the voice tells me the time is up, I am pulled off the bench and everything is taken off me.
I am hardly able to stand, so Clay grabs the backs of my thighs and moves to sit on the bed.
You’d think I’d be ready to take him after all that, but no.
He slams me down on his cock and a scream rips from my throat.
When he lays back, he brings me with him so he can lift his hips and start fucking me hard and fast.
“Fuck! Too hard. Oh, my God. Please,” I whimper. He starts thrusting even harder and I beg him to stop. “Please. Stop. Please. It hurts. Clay!”
Remy grabs my hips and slams into my ass seconds before Cam grabs my face and shoves his cock down my throat. He matches their pace and they all brutally fuck me with absolutely no regard for my comfort.
The thing is… this is what I’ve been missing. This brutality is what I have needed to truly open myself up and accept that I cannot control everything. Giving up this control feels like freedom; it’s the sweetest fucking pain I have every felt and I’ll want it again. And again. And again.
I am sucking Cameron’s dick like my life depends on it, making him come first. Remy and Clay sit me up and Remy wraps his hands around my throat.
When he tightens his grip and I cannot breathe, I know what his goal is.
I relax into the idea that I will soon be unconscious.
As the world starts to fade, the most explosive orgasm splashes through my body and as my arousal floods out, I drag both men down into their own release.