Chapter Sixteen
Charlotte
It feels as if her whole body is a live wire, and she writhes where she is pressed against him.
Alex leans in behind her, cocooning her between them and wrapping his arms around her as well.
Charlotte finds herself trying to simultaneously press herself backwards and forwards, seeking out the maximum contact with both of them.
She wants them to sandwich her, to squeeze her between them like a hydraulic press.
Her instincts were firing off in every direction, and she feels like her body has been taken over by someone else.
"Shhh," Alex rumbles behind her. "You did so well. You were such a good girl for your daddy."
At the word daddy, she nearly loses herself and devolves into sobs.
"I'll run a bath," she hears Tomas say, and she feels the bed move as he gets up.
Warm hands run over her arms soothingly, and she realizes she's trembling in all four limbs.
"Sweet omega," Silas murmurs. "Are you okay?"
She nods, and catches herself, answering them with her words the practice so ingrained in her now. "Yes," she rasps, even though she's not sure how true it is.
She feels on the verge of tears, some omega instinct inside of her screaming about being denied like this.
But this was her job, wasn't it? To let them fuck her?
She'd never even expected to like it in the first place, and now being denied her release was enough to drive her to cry again.
Her eyes must be so red and puffy and ugly, and that just makes her cry harder.
It was all becoming so confusing. It was her job to let them have sex with her however they wanted, but they were also giving her another job at the place where she had been fired in the first place.
Every thought seemed to become more and more distorted, swimming around in her head until she didn't know up from down, her body feeling as if it were floating above the ground.
Silas grasps her chin and turns her face to look at him, his eyes searching her face for some unknown answer, but he doesn't flinch from her tears or how red and blotchy her skin must be. "Is orgasm denial a hard limit?"
She's interrupted from answering by Tomas calling for them to come into the bathroom and get in the bath.
Alex gathers her into his arms and carries her to the massive tub, which is already half full of foamy sweet-smelling water, with more pouring in from multiple taps.
Alex climbs in and settles her on his lap with her chest pressed against his and her legs on either side of his hips. She can feel his cock is still hard and she resists the urge to mount him then, her pussy still twitching and aching with the orgasms she's been denied.
"You didn't tell us any limits when we started," Alex murmurs where his face is pressed against her hair. "But I think I'm going to make this one for us. I don't like seeing you cry."
She feels Tomas and Silas get into the bath behind her, feels them weaving their legs together in the middle of the tub as they fit themselves around each other and her.
"Is that how this works?" Her voice is curious, and she cannot help the way her nose nuzzles under his chin, seeking out more of his smoky scent. It's rich and full-bodied, more like a fancy cigar than a bonfire.
"Is that how what works, Charlotte?" It's Silas asking behind her. She startles a little, not realizing they could hear over the roar of the taps still running.
"I just say that something isn't okay and that's it? You don't do it?"
She hadn't really understood the idea of 'limits' when she had filled out that form.
It hadn't meshed with her understanding of sex between omegas and alphas.
From what she had seen and read in porn and romance novels, alphas just took what they wanted, and omegas let them without question.
The omegas didn't say no and didn't tell the alphas they couldn't do something, whether they wanted it or not, but they always ended up liking it anyways.
"Any one of us can say that we don't want to do something and the rest of us will respect that.
You could say you will only have sex with us on a Wednesday while we're all wearing clown costumes and eating funnel cakes and we would respect that.
In fact, I think that Alex would be on the phone with the costume rental stores right now," Silas says, and she can feel a smile in his voice.
"But I mean... you paid me..." She feels Alex tense beneath her, the same way they always do when she brings up the part of their arrangement that they seem to want to remain unspoken.
"Would you have asked Tomas to stop tonight if it wasn't for that?" Alex's voice is quiet and carefully steady. Too quiet and steady. It feels like a trick question.
"I... don't know," she says.
She can't quite imagine being in this situation with them without the money. Not because she wouldn't have wanted to, but because she couldn't imagine them humouring her if there weren't strict rules about keeping her detached.
She knows if it wasn't for the carefully worded and negotiated arrangement, she would've begged them to bite her that first day. Begged them to let her stay forever. And that's probably the exact sort of uncomfortable situation they were trying to avoid.
They could have any woman, any omega, they wanted. That's probably why they needed this sort of paperwork and rules, so that they could meet their needs without the girls trying to overstay their welcome or ask for something they couldn't give. Like their hearts.
But if she were theirs, truly theirs, she couldn't imagine ever asking them to stop or to not do something.
If they wanted to fuck her without her coming every day for the rest of her life, she'd let them.
She'd probably beg them to do it. If they wanted to just fuck her mouth and never touch her between her legs again, she'd let them.
She was theirs, as much as they would let her be. She could feel it. And if she was theirs then they could do whatever they wanted to her, and she would love it. The only thing she couldn't handle was their disappointment with her.
Her silence apparently lasts too long, and Alex sighs a little, disappointment obvious.
But when she looks up at him, his face is smiling down at her, even if his eyes still look a little guarded.
He probably could tell what she was thinking, and she feels shame fill her chest with ice.
She felt like she was always disappointing them.
"Do you want to come on daddy's cock, baby? You were such a good girl for Silas and Tomas." His voice is light and teasing, and then his eyes soften and he's back to himself.
She nearly spears herself on him that moment and a little gasp tears its way out of her throat. A flood of desire fills her whole body, replacing all the icy cold shame with hot need.
"Please," she whines. All other thoughts flee her mind until she's just an empty chasm of desire again.
She's even more weightless than usual in the water, and he picks her up with ease and then settles her over his cock. She's still so wet with Silas’ and Tomas' cum and her own slick that he slides inside of her easily, stretching her in a way that makes her eyes roll back.
She takes him all the way to where his knot is fully blown, and the feeling of it nudging at her entrance is all it takes for her to come. It seems to go on forever, her body twitching and grasping at his for an eternity. Even as the waves slow, she nearly cries with the need still gnawing at her.
"You need more, baby? Shhhh," Alex soothes her. "Don't worry, daddy will make it better."
He lifts her up, cock still firmly seated inside her, and guides her over to where Silas and Tomas are lounging against the other side of the bath, watching them with predator-sharp eyes.
Alex settles her with her head lolling back against the cradle of where their two shoulders meet. Scotch whiskey and sandalwood fill her nose along with the sweet herbal scented water. It feels like medicine for her aching soul.
Their hands reach out to hold her, crossing under the small of her back and grasping her hips and shoulders, raising her higher until she's nearly floating on the surface of the foamy water, held up by their strong arms. They hold her securely between their bodies, so closely she cannot help but relax into them.
Alex takes advantage of her pliancy and adjusts her legs so they're against his shoulders.
Then he begins to fuck her, and she doesn't know anything else. She comes again.
It feels as if her body is made out of blinding light, warm and hot and cold and frigid at the same time. All her awareness narrows down to where Alex's thick cock has made its home inside of her, and everything else makes way for it.
"Good girl," Tomas murmurs in her ear, and his voice is as soft as a newborn baby's skin. "Can you come for him again, my love? Let us have another."
She cannot stop herself. She comes again at Tomas' gentle suggestion. When she regains her faculties some time later, she feels his lips kissing along her neck, up to her ear and sucking gently on the space behind it.
Alex has slowed his thrusts to allow her to ride out her release, but when he senses she is coming back to herself, he begins to pound harder and faster again. Her body is gripping him so tightly, as if begging him for his own release, but he denies her silent request.
She doesn't know how many times she comes. They flip her at one point, so her torso is half out of the bath with her breasts pressed into the cold tile, bent over slightly with her thighs held tightly against Silas’ chest while Alex continues to drive into her.
Tomas' fingers are playing on her clit, and then his other hand comes to the cleft of her ass and she jolts as she feels him begin to rub at the hole there.
"No?" His voice is still soft as he seeks permission, and she knows if she says no, he'll stop.