Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
WENDY
I wake to the sunlight filtering in through the parted drapes in our bedroom.
There is a warm body behind me, a strong arm curled around my waist. I know immediately that it’s Roc. He burns hotter than James and while both men are cut like marble, Roc is just slightly more cut.
“Good morning,” I mumble against my feather pillow and stretch out my legs.
Roc’s nose grazes the side of my neck, inhaling my scent, before he plants a kiss on my bare shoulder. “Hello, my Darling.”
“Is it early?”
“Yes.”
“James is already up, isn’t he?”
“Yes.”
I’m always the last out of bed. I screwed up my circadian rhythm in the Everland Palace, preferring to stay up to the early hours of the morning when no one was around to judge me or bother me except for Asha, whose company I always preferred, regardless of the time of day.
So now I am a night creature who sleeps well into mid-morning.
Thankfully Roc is also a night creature so some of our rhythm matches up.
He just needs fewer hours of sleep than I do so he’s usually up before I am.
“I have a request,” Roc says, kissing another bare spot on my shoulder.
“What is it?”
“On our wedding night,” he pushes into me and while he isn’t fully hard, there is definitely thickness to his cock, and it nestles between the globes of my ass. “I’d like it if you took us both.”
I tense. He notices.
“Which leads me to today’s request.”
He slips away from me and stretches across the expanse of our king’s bed, grabbing something from his bedside table. When he returns to me, he drapes his arm over me, holding a small object in front of my face.
It’s matte black, shaped like a teardrop with a flat disc-like bottom.
“A plug,” I say.
“Wear it for me. Day by day. And come our wedding night, you will be ready.”
I might not have had much experience with sex as the Queen of Everland, forced into celibacy because of my agreement with Hald, but I still heard all of the courtly gossip that swirled around the palace.
Asha wasn’t one to sleep and tell, but occasionally she would share a detail or two.
So yes, I know what a plug is and where it goes.
And I know the primary reason one would use it—to prepare for anal sex.
Just the thought makes my insides tense up and a thrill race up my spine.
I’m sure there will be an adjustment period, getting fucked by them both at the same time, a period where it is mixed with both pleasure and pain. But I’m willing to attempt it.
“Okay,” I say.
Roc kisses me again, this time on the soft curve of my neck. “You know how to please me, Wendy Darling.”
I think I would do anything he asked. But I’m not going to tell him that, though I suspect he already knows.
“Do you want help?” he asks.
I laugh, a little nervous. “Maybe I do this one alone?”
He climbs from the bed, but bends down and kisses me once more. “There’s lubrication in the bedside drawer. Pretend it’s me when it fills you up.” Then he winks and leaves me alone with the plug.
I stare at the thing for several long minutes trying to gauge the plausibility of it fitting. It’s not bigger than Roc or James, but it seems huge in my hand. I’m determined though, because Roc asked for it and because I do want to be filled up by both of my men on our wedding night.
The bottle of lubrication is one made by the fae.
Roc bought it for all of us and we have a stock of several bottles in the bathroom to last us several years.
When I use the dropper to dispense a bead on my fingertips, it’s immediately warm, slippery, and wet.
It truly is the best lube and while I’ve never asked, I suspect there’s some magic mixed into it to help with discomfort. All the better for this experiment.
Now in our bath, the door shut and locked, I take a deep breath and go for it.
The tapered point of the plug is slick with lube and when I place it at my opening, I immediately tense up.
Maybe I should have asked Roc for help.
But it’s like ripping off a bandage where the pain is more tolerable when someone else tears it free.
Too late now.
I try again and push in a half inch. The lube makes it easy and after a deep breath, it’s in another half inch, just about to its widest part.
The pain is minimal and I just know when it’s Roc or James it will likely hurt far more.
I’m ready for the pain. For years, I felt nothing at all.
Steeling myself for the last of it, I brace and push in all the way. It settles inside of me, filling me up, and my inner walls immediately clench around it, echoing in my pussy.
I straighten, trying to relax the muscles around the plug.
In the mirror over the vanity, I can see some of the embarrassment already painting my cheeks.
But the embarrassment quickly morphs to something erotic, like a dirty secret.
If I go out in public wearing this with James or Roc, I’m not sure I’ll survive it.
My clit is already throbbing and I haven’t even been touched.
Roc clearly knew what he was doing when he suggested I wear it to breakfast. He knew it would spark a reaction, a raw illicitness that floods my entire body and raises my core temperature.
My face is suddenly shiny in the reflection in the mirror, my cheeks painted bright red.
But I’m nothing if not stubborn.
I’m not turning back now.
Slipping on my house slippers, I make my way down to breakfast to face my men with a plug in my ass.