Chapter 38
THIRTY-EIGHT
Sophie
I swallow down Flynn’s come like it’s my favourite dessert.
I look back at him, sleepy and spent. I know we did it, we did it together.
We played our part in their sick punishment show.
A door creaks and footsteps descend the stairs.
Mr Bently stands in front of all of us, a surprising grin plastered across his face.
He looks between the five of us. “You did well, I didn’t think you would.
Sophie, we enjoyed the show, there is a very good reason why you are a playmate and we hope you continue to be one.
Mr Glasson, Mr Finchley, you are welcome to be members again but you are not to date Sophie.
If you want to continue dating her, unfortunately this is goodbye, but you are free to take your playmate home.
Mackenzie, Tyrone, we can discuss your relationship with Ms Greene another time.
Here is the key,” he hands it to Rory who sets about opening the lock on the restraint with the help of Flynn who sweeps me into his arms when I’m free of it.
“We don’t need to do that Father, you made it clear. And so did we. We chose Sophie,” replies Mack, his voice edged with anger.
And with that Rory, Tye and Mack pick up our clothes and begin to climb the stairs.
Flynn follows with me in his arms. I’m grateful, I’m not sure my legs would hold me.
We are all completely naked. The guys walk through the house, out of the front door and to the guys’ cars.
What a sight we must be. Mack opens the car door and Flynn settles me onto the back seat, then climbs in next to me on the other side.
I lay across his lap, exhausted. Mack climbs in and he pulls on his shirt and I assume Rory and Tye do the same.
“We can put our trousers on when we get to our car park,” Mack says as he shuts the door leaving Tye and Rory to get in Tye’s car.
Mack’s tires spin under the gravel and we speed out of the estate and don’t look back.
Flynn
Sophie is curled up across Mack’s back seat, her head on my naked lap.
I can smell the sex on her body and the come leaking out of her onto the seats.
I hope he never cleans them. I stroke her hair and her cheek, unable to keep my fingers from touching her.
Her eyes are closed and she feels heavy on my lap.
She must be out cold. Jesus, what a fucking day.
I knew Tye and Mack’s father was an owner but I had no idea of the wealth they came from or the sadistic bastard who raised them.
I’m not one for therapy but I would consider some after just one meeting with him.
I can’t imagine the years of unpacking the brothers need to do.
When we pull into the garage, Tye is already parked and waiting.
Mack pulls up next to him and steps out to pull on his trousers and put on his shoes.
I slide out of the car, lowering Sophie’s head to the seat and pull on my own trousers and shoes.
We decide to carry Sophie and just cover her with a coat in the lift.
Should someone call it, we’ll be too big and too many for them to enter it.
I lift Sophie and a trail of come follows her.
She’s a dripping mess in the best way. Tye tries to stem the flow with Sophie’s shirt and I carry her into the lift, her head lolling in my arms. I would set the world on fire for this woman and I’m going to spend every day that she is in my arms proving it.
We manage to get up to the twelfth floor without seeing anyone else and into our apartment, our home.
I decide to take Sophie into my room. I lay her gently onto her side so we can clean up her wounds.
I drape a blanket across her upper body to keep her warm and she curls into a foetal position.
We set about cleaning between her legs and then rubbing ointment on her cane lines and cooling lotion on her arse cheeks.
She stirs from the sting of the ointment but I rub her back and ‘shhh’ her back to sleep.
I opt to stay in my room with her as the guys file out to grab a drink.
Rory brings me back a beer as I lay on the bed, watching Sophie sleep.
There is a very good reason why the four of us each individually fell in love with Sophie but if this afternoon didn’t prove how much grit and spirit she has, I don’t know what would.
After an hour or so, Sophie wakes with a startle and I reach my hand out automatically to place it on the back of her head and stroke down.
She blinks back at me and I see the cogs turn in her mind, wondering where she is and what happened.
She is so beautiful waking up, laying still and unmoving, just her big green eyes looking back at me. “Hi,” she eventually whispers.
“Hi,” say back to her quietly. “Do you feel a bit better?”
“How long did I crash out for?”
“Just over an hour and a half,” I reply.
“I couldn’t keep my eyes open,” she replies.
“You were exhausted. Do you need anything? Water? A beer?”
She tries to sit up and winces. “I feel like I just took 10 rounds in the boxing ring.”
“Want a bath or shower? Ease your muscles?”
“I must be a state. I think a glass of water and a shower. If I sit in a bath, I’m going to sleep for the rest of the day or night—whatever time it is—in there.”
“It’s around 6pm. Here, have some water,” I pass her a glass from my bedside table and she lifts up on her elbow to accept it and sip.
“Ahh, never has water tasted so good,” she smiles back at me and I have no doubt she needs the liquids. When she has finished the full glass, her eyes look more alert and she asks, “Where is everyone?”
“They’re just in the lounge having a beer, want to go join them?”
“I’d like a shower first, I feel a little bit yucky. How do I look?” she asks playfully.
“Like an angel,” I reply.
“Liar,” she grins back and begins to tentatively move. I put my beer down, climb off the bed and walk around to her side. I hold my hands out as she cringes rolling onto her bum and I pull her up.
“Would you like me to help you in the shower?” I offer.
“No, I’m going to use the toilet and then stand under the spray until my body starts working again,” she replies. I can see a red rim around her neck where the wooden frame and her necklace must have chaffed at her skin. I’ll need to put lotion on that.
“Ok, I’ll go see what the plans are for dinner, are you hungry?” I ask.
“I think I missed lunch so yeah, I am pretty hungry.”
“I think we all did, now I think about it.”
“Sorry about that,” she replies guiltily.
“Hey, that wasn’t your fault. Are you feeling ok about what happened?”
“Yeah, it was just another job, right? With my favourite men. I would like to speak to Tye and Mack about their father, but my need for the toilet and to feel human again wins. I’ll see you in the lounge after?”
“Take your time,” I reply as I lower my lips to the top of her head and watch her disappear into the ensuite.
Sophie
I stand under the rainfall shower for what feels like eternity, the hot water soothing my muscles that I swear I clenched for hours on end.
Never has my body worked out so hard, I feel like I just took a reformers pilates class on repeat whilst being fucked.
The hot water did sting like a bitch when I first got in but I’ve gotten used to the water cascading down my back and legs now.
When I feel like I might be at risk of using all the hot water supply, I climb out and feel like my joints have been re-oiled or something.
I stand in front of the sink and mirror, getting dry.
I take a peek at my backside which is pink from the shower but the only marks visible are from the cane.
Fourteen lines and I felt every single one of them.
I pull on one of Flynn’s giant t-shirts and stare back at myself in the mirror, thinking what the fuck happened this afternoon?
My stomach growls so I leave the bathroom and pad towards the voices and smell of grilled cheese sandwiches.
“Hi,” I say as four gorgeous men turn to see me, each with a different look of concern in their eyes.
“I’m fine. I am showered and feel fresh and hungry.
No harm done,” I say, holding up my hands.
“Honestly. Are you all ok?” I look between them.
Mack, Tye and Flynn are at the table and Rory is making the sandwiches under the grill.
“We’re fine,” replies Mack. “Here, I have a cushion on the seat, come sit down,” he commands. I smile at his thoughtfulness.
“Thanks,” I say as I ease my sore bottom down and Rory walks the grilled cheese around and places the plate in front of me.
“Eat,” he instructs and then kisses the top of my head.
“So bossy,” I rebuff good naturedly but I am very happy to dive into the food.
I watch as rounds of grilled cheese are devoured and we all talk about everything except the elephant in the room until Rory hands out fresh beers and sits down to eat his own toasted sandwich.
“So, your father is quite something…” he trails off, opening the table up for Mack or Tye. Mack runs his hand down his face and Tye looks grim.
“Yeah, you could say that,” Tye replies.
“Tell me he wasn’t like that your whole childhood,” I plead.
“He was,” confirms Tye, “but we learnt to live with it. Rules and structure above all else. His father was the same. It made the family a great deal of money though.”
“I can’t imagine doing business with him. I can’t believe he is your father, you are nothing like him.”
“We have a very good example of how not to be. Our mother wasn’t like him, she shielded us until we lost her so it wasn’t so bad.”
“How did you lose her? How old were you?” I ask, thinking of my own father.
“I was twelve and Mack was sixteen. Car crash. It felt like we had woken up in a prison when she was gone. If our father was strict when she was around, he was strict on steroids after she died.” I look on in horror as my heart aches for these two sweet men.
“Our one saving grace was that we were sent off to boarding school to finish our studies. Away from him and his overbearing expectations. By the time we came out we then went on to university, on campus, and managed to stay away. We’ve been doing as much ever since.”
“I’m sorry, that sounds rough,” I say and squeeze their legs below the table.
“I was lucky to have our mother longer than Tye, I feel like it was my duty to ensure he didn’t turn out like our father, the cold bastard, not as if he could, he inherited more of our Mum anyway,” Mack sighs, smiling.
“He threatened to disown you. I didn’t want that to happen. I didn’t know about him so I went along with his intentions. Should I not have done that?” I ask, feeling bad about the whole punishment thing.
“Oh he needs to punish, I’m sure that is his kink.
He gets an unhinged amount of satisfaction from ensuring mistakes are rectified.
If we hadn’t gone through with it, life would have become much harder.
I prefer for everyone at this table to avoid that at any cost. You did right, Sophie.
I hate to say that but, by us taking our punishment, we will drop off his radar, there will be no full force of his wrath. We have balanced the scales again.”
“What about seeing him, he said he wanted to talk?”
“He cannot be persuaded. It’s you or him, we already know that,” says Tye who doesn’t sound displeased with the ultimatum. Just accepting.
“Jesus, it doesn’t sound like much negotiation happens in his house,” I reply, put out by the callousness of their father.
“Only if it’s in his favour. So yeah, we won’t be meeting or discussing it unless he has a heart or personality transplant. It is what it is. We’ve had many years to accept it. In the end, I’m just happy neither me nor Tye inherited whatever fucked up view he has on life.”
“I’ll say,” replies Rory who has been listening intently to Mack and Tye’s story of their childhood.
“Our mother was an amazing woman, we don’t know how she ever got involved with him. But he was softer when she was around. So maybe things were not so bad.”
“Will your business be ok now you can’t use the Clarendon for networking, Tye?” I ask, which makes him laugh.
“I tapped that goldmine for the past three years. I’m set for life,” he grins back at us.
“And you, Mack, how will it affect you?”
“I won’t be able to drive you to jobs, should you continue to take them,” he says regrettably. “They will replace me. But I was lucky to have that job for two and a half years. My father did allow that and I’m grateful for it.”
“You won’t need the income?”
“I haven’t needed the income since I started,” he smiles smugly back at me. “I just wanted to be near you.”
“How about you, Sophie? How do you feel about the Clarendon now?” asks Rory and all my men look back at me.
“Well, up until today, I thought the sun shone out of their arses,” I laugh and continue, “I really love working there, I want to continue if you guys don’t mind it. I will just stay in the cafe with Casey until I’m ready to take playmate jobs again, if I’ll ever be ready to take them again.”
“You will be, should you want to,” says Rory. “The Clarendon is still safe as it was. There are no more rules to break.”
“Are you sad you were kicked out?” I ask him.
“Not at all. It was worth it to get you.”
I look over to Flynn who nods. “I was only there for you. I couldn’t care less about golf and I never accepted any other playmate’s job applications. Only yours.”
“Well, we’d better ensure we continue with your jobs at home then,” I say as I feel the familiar tingles between my legs.
“I plan to have you tied up in every way you can imagine,” replies Flynn looking heatedly back at me.
“You need to recover first,” Mack says, looking around at us all. “No fucking her tonight or tomorrow. She’s taken enough cock.”
Everyone nods but Tye winks at me. For someone who grew up with a man who lived and would die by his rules, Tye seems to be the opposite. And I love that about him.
“Ok, today has been all kinds of fucked up, who’s down for some movies and chocolate?” asks Rory.
“Oh god, that sounds amazing,” I say with a sigh.
After eating, I settle on the sofa nestled in between Mack and Tye with Rory and Flynn next to them on the sofa. Our sofa, in our home. This is my life now. And I thank my lucky stars it’s come to this. I would take my punishment over and over again if it meant I get to keep these four men. My men.