Chapter Twenty Two #2
I let my mind wander to Stacy and her smiling face.
I remember what it was like for her and me to lie blindfolded and talk before the guys came in.
I remember all the times we sat and giggled together while being brats to the guys.
I have so many happy memories with that woman that I refuse to let die with her.
I didn’t fully understand what she meant when she told me to live for her, but now I do.
She wants me to live my life happily and carefree, just as I did with her.
She didn’t want me to let her death consume me or drag me into darkness.
I know she wanted me to accept myself and the things I desire with these men.
It was the last conversation we had as we were walking out to the car before Leo showed up.
She was encouraging me to embrace the fact that I have all of these men who want to share me.
She wanted me to be comfortable with not just my body, but my mind as well.
The door opens, and I sit up to find all eight men walking in. “Something tells me I’m not eating dinner right now,” I say with an innocent smile.
“Not at all,” Mason says, pulling me up to stand. Dean and Lance stand to either side of me, and I feel giddy being surrounded by them.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“We want to hear you say it,” Mason says.
“Say what specifically?” I ask seriously.
“How you feel about everyone?”
“I... love them,” I say. “Billy, Del, Ben, Jake, and Todd... I love them, but...”
“But what?” he asks with a smile.
“I’m in love with Todd. Before Stacy died... She told me that he felt the same way,” I say. “I feel like that excludes people.”
“You just haven’t gotten as close with them as you have with us and Todd,” Dean says.
“Exactly,” Mason comments. “Here is what we think and would like to see happen... We want to share you with them. We all have equal rights to you as a whole. We find a place together, and we will collectively be your partners.”
“So, like... I date all of you?” I ask.
“Mhmm,” Lance says, and I turn to him. “Boyfriends. Husbands. Whatever. We all love you so much, and none of us wants to make you feel like you have an obligation to just me, Mason, and Dean. We may have gotten into a relationship with you first, but that doesn’t mean you can’t welcome more people into your heart. ”
“Does this mean other women will end up involved?” I ask.
“Not unless you agree to it,” he says. “Everyone has to agree, really.”
“That would make me look like a greedy bitch if I said no while I have all eight of you,” I say.
“No, baby... It’s called boundaries. We are setting them right now. The eight of us are perfectly content sharing you. If another woman comes along that we all think will fit in well, then we will consider it as a group.”
“No one will live up to Stacy,” I say bluntly.
“I agree,” he says, “but don’t shut it down because you are comparing everyone to her. We all just need to spend time together. Adding someone else is not necessary or a priority. We want you, Sadie.”
“I want you guys, too,” I say with a smile. “Can I tell y’all something?”
“Of course,” Lance says.
“What Stacy and I were wearing when y’all got there... Stacy picked that out and was going to force me to wear it for you guys with her on game night,” I say. “I think that ruined lingerie for me, but...”
“How about this... One day soon, we will pick out something for you to wear for us, and we can have that game night,” he suggests.
“Would that be weird?” I ask.
“No. I think Stacy would have wanted us to do something to remember her like that. She wouldn’t want us to sit around and cry about her. She would want us to laugh and have fun. She’d want you to be happy and taken care of.”
“Okay... But you have to pick something out for yourself to wear,” I say with a smile.
“Okay,” he laughs. “We can make it a tradition to get dressed up and have a game night or something.”
“That would be awesome,” I say with a smile.
“Now…” Dean says, turning me. “You want to get out of your head, and we want to help. We will all fuck you, individually or with others. Todd must go last, because it would get weird if he knocked you out before everyone else got to you.”
“That’s probably a good idea,” I laugh. “Am I getting blindfolded again, or can I see you this time?”
“No blindfold,” Jake says. “We want you to know who’s fucking you.”
“Do I get to dominate you again?” I ask with a smile. I laugh when he pushes me back on the bed and pulls my shorts off.
“I’ve missed you running your mouth,” Jake says as he continues to pull my clothes off until I’m naked.
“Better catch it before it runs off,” I wink. “I can’t be the only one naked.”
“Trying to get us to strip for you?” he asks with a grin.
“I can turn on music, or you can do it acapella,” I suggest with a smile.
Jake looks up to exchange a look with everyone else.
A smile stretches across his face when he takes a step back.
Everyone steps closer, surrounding me. I burst into laughter when Jake, followed by the others, start to slowly take their shirts off while belting out the theme song for a cheesy 70s porno movie.
They are all out of sync and can’t carry a tune in a bucket.
They continue horribly singing their tune, and my cheeks are burning with second-hand embarrassment as they take off all of their clothes.
“No, no, no,” I laugh when Jake jumps up onto the bed with his feet on either side of my body.
What do you look at when eight half-erect men are flopping and gyrating in a semi-circle to non-existent music, and one is standing over you? Where do you aim your focus?
My face is still burning, and I can’t stop giggling because they all look so serious. I cover my face, but Billy pulls them away to pin me to the bed. “Don’t hide now. You wanted this,” Billy laughs.
“I did not want this,” I laugh.
Jake pushes my legs apart as he settles between them, and then rolls his body against mine. My giggles subside when I look up at him, and the lust in his eyes is utterly sinful. When he rolls his hips against mine, it’s done with precision, making me gasp.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jake asks, and I nod happily. “Do you remember your safe word?”
“What safe word?” I ask, grinning.
“Alright... Choo choo,” Jake sings.
“All aboard the Sadie train, headed for dissociation station,” Todd cackles.
As I start to laugh, Jake catches me off guard when he slams into my pussy, making me scream out. He falls into a rhythm that proves that I am not the dominant one. Each thrust is punishing and unforgiving.
Billy forces into my mouth and pushes to the back of my throat. Jake takes over, holding my arms down so Billy can hold my head with his fingers wrapped around the back of my neck so he can fuck my throat harder. I moan around him as Jake’s pace builds pressure in my belly.
When they move away from me, Dean roughly flips me to my belly as he straddles my legs. “Are you ready for this weapon of ass destruction, baby girl?” he asks as he pats my ass like a bongo.
“You’re fucking weird, Dean,” I laugh as he leans into me.
“Relax for me, Little Demon,” he says softly. I take a deep breath to relax my body when he surges into me.
“Fuck, Dean,” I groan as he forces himself deeper.
I am passed around from person to person, and they are all completely unrelenting as they fuck me. After seven men and seven orgasms, I am exhausted and overly sensitive.
Todd grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. “I don’t know if I can do this,” I complain.
“You can and you will,” he says with a wicked grin. He brings my legs up to drape over his shoulders before leaning into me.
“Please be easy with me. I’m not ready to die yet,” I whimper.
“Oh, but baby... I’m going to take you to heaven,” Todd says as he eases into me. I moan softly and arch off the bed as he stretches me. Each time he bottoms out, I grunt as both pain and pleasure ripple through me.
Instinctively, I try to push him away when his thrusts overwhelm me.
He abruptly moves us up on the bed before flipping me so that I am on my knees with my chest on the bed.
He slams back into me, and I scream out as he is able to push deeper than before.
Todd tightens his grip on me and quickens his pace.
When I start fighting him, he shoves me flat and plants his hand between my shoulder blades.
I pull my leg up slightly, needing to feel the intensity of his aggressiveness.
All our grief and anger at the world is funneled into this moment.
If there was a way to fuck the sadness out of someone, this is how you do it.
My brain is numb, and the memories are silent as we fall together.
Everything starts to fade, and for the first time in days, I am finally at peace.