Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
STEFANI
I'm finally left to rest. Dash followed Cutter from the room after he forced that last orgasm out of me. I've never felt so used as I do. I kind of like it. These men are… a lot. But I'm finding myself drawn to them and to all their filthy ideas.
My father would be appalled if he were ever to find out how I allowed two strangers to use my virgin body as their personal playground. Every touch they gave… every drop they shared… it was all welcomed by me.
Is it wrong to crave more of it?
I slip my hand between my legs and let my fingers glide through the slickness still coating the velvet lips. They're so sore—I smile. I'm a woman now. These two strangers didn't just claim me, but they've brought me into womanhood—something I didn’t think would happen for some time.
Footsteps from down the hall get closer, and a rumble of laughter reaches me. It's hard to believe that I just had my first male-on-male experience. It's hotter in person than it is to read about in books.
The door pushes open, and both Cutter and Dash walk in, grinning. Each carries a glass of milk, and their grin widens when they see that I'm still awake.
Dash sets his glass down on the nightstand before moving to a dresser and opening the second drawer. I watch as he pulls out a T-shirt and comes back to the bed.
"You can wear Cutter's shirt for tonight," Dash states. "We'll go shopping for you in the morning."
"Wait… what?" I ask in confusion. "I have my own clothes."
"We have particular tastes, Kitten," Cutter interjects. "When you're with us, you will wear what we buy you. Is that understood?"
He leaves no room for argument, and even if he did, just looking into his warm, dark eyes would have me changing my mind in a heartbeat.
I nod.
"Use your words, Kitten," Cutter chastises me.
"Sorry. Yes, Daddy… I understand."
"Good girl."
"Arms up," Dash instructs, and I do as he says.
He slips a plain white shirt over my head. Once on, it puddles around my hips. When I stand, it'll most likely reach mid-thigh. I can smell Cutter on every thread of the fabric, and I take a moment to inhale it deeply.
"Come here, Kitten." Cutter's voice dominates the room, sending a chill up my spine and a jolt of electricity through my core.
I fall into his arms when he sits with his back against the headboard. He holds me as though I'm a small child, but I don't fuss over it. He lifts the glass of milk to my lips.
"It's time to sleep. I've put your reward into your warm milk," he says with a straight face. "You will be a good girl and drink it all down like your Bruder does every night."
I glance at Dash. He lifts his glass up in a cheers, and then begins guzzling it down. My eyes land on the glass in Cutter's hand and then on the man himself.
"What's in it?" I ask suspiciously.
Cutter laughs. "I don't have the tendency of drugging females," he says, amused. "Not unless you're into chem dominance, but that's something we would need to discuss beforehand."
"Then what's inside the glass?" I press on.
Sighing, Cutter lowers the glass. "As a reward for being a good girl, I add my own little touch to your nightly glass of milk," he says. "You will consume my cum when I tell you to, Kitten. Consider it a gift from your Daddy for being good."
Cum-filled milk for a nighttime snack? Why does that not bother me like it would others?
I give a slight nod and allow him to raise the glass to my lips again.
The taste was different, but not horrible. I drink down a few gulps before Cutter pulls it away.
"How is it?" he asks with a raised brow.
I run my tongue over my upper lip, cleaning off the excess. "It's… good."
The smirk on his face was cocky, as if saying, "Told you so."
I see Dash finish off his glass before drinking more of mine. Cutter holds the glass throughout. When I drink the last of it, he pulls it away and glides his thumb across my lip, catching the last of it.
He pushes his digit into my mouth. "We don't waste any of Daddy's milk."
Cutter and Dash then tuck me in, having me lie between the two of them. I feel warm and protected as they wrap their arms around me. Our limbs entangle until I don't know whose limbs are where.
When I fall asleep, a sense of security engulfs me for the first time in my young life.
The next few days have been nothing short of a whirlwind. Submitting to Daddy and Dash has been my calling. I've never felt more like myself than I have with these men.
My senior year is coming to an end, and the thought of spending every day with them during summer vacation is exciting. The anticipation is killing me.
I hear the rumors whispered through the halls of how I'm giving myself to old men, but I don't care what anybody says. Cutter and Dash are sophisticated and responsible—more than any of the boys my age. I no longer want anyone else. These men have ruined me for life.
A message came for me on the last day of school. It's one that I can't ignore because it's from my father. He only ever reaches out to me when it's important or he needs me for some political bullshit.
This time, it doesn't say, but I can almost feel the anger written in the words on the paper. He always sends them via messenger, and they're always scribbled in his handwriting.
My heart races. Deep down, I know what this is about. He's found out about my relationship with the guys… and he's pissed.