Her Wicked Ways Bonus Chapter

Sunlight peeked through the white curtains, catching dust swirling in the air. Soft fingers trailed down my spine, through my hair, over my belly. I breathed deep, the bliss of contented sleep still tugging at me despite the fact that the sun had long since risen if my suspicions were correct.
Satisfaction was entrenched in my bones, a heavy weight that threatened to tug me into more sleep despite the reason I had awoken. The gentle caresses over my entire body were drugging, enticing me back to the sandman’s lands and the dreams that were little more than smoke in my memory.
I was happy. Blissfully, excruciatingly, ridiculously, thrillingly happy.
Despite my best efforts to tumble back into sleep, a wide yawn cracked open my jaw, and I stretched so hard my body shook with the effort of it. Three different, unique, low masculine chuckles reached my ears, and I cracked my eyes open to look up at the ceiling rather than at any of them.
The late September air was likely chilly already, but I was warm in the cuddle puddle I spent each night in with my lovers. My boyfriends. Even after nine months together, I hated the word ‘boyfriend’ to describe any of them.
Which meant that Damien delighted in making me call him my boyfriend at every opportunity just to get a rise out of me. And that Zion would sweetly give me puppy-dog eyes to show he was hurt that I hated the term. And Trevor would simply tell me that I could always upgrade him if the term seemed too juvenile, a thought that didn’t exactly terrify me anymore.
When I settled back against the bed, my body relaxing from the large stretch, Trevor pressed his lips to the rounded swell of my lower belly. He did that every morning, a silent thanks to the IUD I’d had placed shortly after the events of December. It never failed to make me grin.
“Good morning,” Zion murmured from my right side, lifting up my hand to press a kiss to the back of it.
“Morning.” I glanced over at him and saw him smiling at me.
He’d cut his hair the month before, getting rid of the locs in favor of a shorter twist style. I’d cried only a little bit when he came home with such a massive change, and he’d teased me endlessly for it. But the reduced weight meant fewer headaches, so I was happy to see him happy and healthy despite missing the style I had so loved.
“Are you hungry?” Damien asked from my left, cupping one breast through my nightdress and tweaking my nipple.
“If she isn’t, I am,” Trevor muttered, his face still buried against my belly.
“Shut up.” Damien used one foot to push at Trevor’s shoulder, making me giggle.
“Pancakes?” My eyes caught his amber gaze, and I warmed under his gentle smile.
Though he still dedicated a lot of his time and energy to verbally sparring with me, we’d definitely grown more gentle with one another. The scowls he used to grace me with were fewer and further between. We still snipped at one another until our cheeks were red and I wanted to throw something at him, but we’d found more common ground.
And if we treated our arguments like foreplay, well, who could blame us? The make-up sex was hot and wild.
Trevor was the one who had changed the most, though. The therapy he went to as an individual and our couples’ therapy had helped us bond like crazy. He still had the same dark humor, long dark blond hair, tattoos, and ability to break the tension with the most ridiculous things. But he was calmer, safer. The side of him that always looked on edge, like he was about to take a massive risk just because he could, had disappeared. He’d been on the outside no matter how much Damien and Zion had tried to bring him in, and now he was fully in and completely settled.
Except for the nights that were just for us, of course. On those nights, he was rather fond of indulging the more hedonistic tendencies we both still had. Our favorite nights were still on stage, still on full display for others to see and be aroused by.
Damien kissed me on my cheek, saying, “You’re going to turn into a pancake,” before rolling out of the king-size bed in his apartment.
We’d all spent the night at his place the night before because it was the closest to that day’s destination. And when I thought of our plans for the day, butterflies erupted in my belly.
“What time is it?” I looked toward the bedside table but couldn’t see the clock thanks to my bra covering it from where we’d flung it.
Damien picked up his phone, tapped the screen, and grimaced.
“It’s almost noon.”
The three of us on the bed jolted, and we all began scrambling to get up and dressed.
“Why didn’t anyone think to set an alarm?” I hissed, snatching my bra from off the clock before bending to search for my leggings and oversized t-shirt.
“We were a bit distracted.” Zion didn’t sound the least bit remorseful.
My cheeks reddened with temper and with remembrance. Though every night with the three of them was great, the night before had been especially intense. Perhaps it was fueled by the knowledge of the next step we were taking. Maybe it was the wine and the way I’d teased them with my latest routine at work. Whatever the case, it was really no wonder none of us had been in the right mind to be thinking of alarms.
“Next time, we fuck after we set an alarm.” But I smiled when I snapped the words, letting them all know that it was okay.
“Eh,” was Damien’s only reply.
“Guess this means we can stop by Shirley’s on the way home,” Trevor offered.
The thought of Shirley’s Diner made my mouth water. Since the morning after our first time as a group, we’d made it a habit to go to Shirley’s for breakfast at least once a week. If I’d gained ten pounds despite the rigorous pole work exercises I did almost daily, that was no one’s business but my own. None of my men seemed to mind it, though.
Reaching into the bedside table drawer, I pulled out a hair tie and began to loop my hair up into a messy bun, my auburn curls messy and tangled enough to make me not want to concern myself with brushing it just yet. Knowing Damien, Trevor, and Zion, it was just going to get messed up again soon anyway.
The moment I stripped my nightdress over my head, Trevor smacked my ass so hard I felt it jiggle up into my hip. I yelped and then laughed, swatting at his hand when he reached back to soothe the red flesh.
“Can you guys just get dressed? Our appointment is in less than an hour.” Damien was already shoving his signature black button-down shirt into his black slacks, his belt hanging open. As usual, he wore no undershirt, and he’d left the top two buttons undone.
Fuck.
“Hurry up, sweetheart,” he told me when he caught me staring.
Zion’s laugh was loud and full of mirth. “Cass, let’s go. We gotta hurry.”
I frowned, but quickly tugged on my bra before walking over to the dresser to grab a fresh pair of underwear. Abandoning the thought of wearing the comfortable clothes from the day before, I grabbed a burnt orange skirt and light brown thin sweater from another drawer. Pairing it with some knee high socks, I dressed quickly and chose a pair of light boots to pair with the look.
Trevor whistled, Damien grimaced, and Zion grinned.
“This won’t be distracting at all,” Zion said cheerfully.
Good, I thought smugly. It must have shown on my face, though, because they glanced away from me to each other.
All three of them shared A Look. And when they shared A Look, I knew it was my time to give them a moment alone. It didn’t happen often, but they always acted coy and refused to speak to me until after their talks.
Rolling my eyes, I walked out of the room and through the loft to the living room. The men could take their good old time getting ready. Let them talk amongst themselves and come up with plans that involved me. What did I care?
I cared a lot, actually. Too much. But I understood that the balance of our situation relied on the three of them being able to maintain their existing friendships with each other outside of their relationships with me. We could not be together in peace and harmony if there was always conflict or if they were concerned I was favoring one of them over the others. And sometimes, that meant they had to talk to each other without me present. I hated it.
They were lucky I loved them so much.
And wasn’t that just a kick in the ass? I never wanted to love anybody for so much of my life, and there I was sitting on the couch of one of three men who had captured my heart.
I still questioned a lot of it, wondering why they would risk their friendships for me of all people, and they would just tell me to look at myself. It drove me nuts, but I was learning to accept that they loved me for me and our situation worked, so that was all that mattered. It had only taken almost a year.
Zion came into the living room first, wearing his signature jeans, v-neck, and boots combo. He was so devastatingly handsome, and his genuine kindness radiated from him even after seeing the evils of the world. How such a wonderful human being had taken a liking to me still blew my mind, though he liked to say he liked to play with fire.
Damien followed behind Zion, adjusting the sleeves of his black button-down to reveal toned, tanned forearms with just enough veins popping up that it should be considered porn. His black hair flopped over his forehead, and he hit me with a dazzling smile. I was so glad that he’d snapped and made the split-second decision to stop resisting more than a year ago. He’d taken the biggest risk by crossing the line first, and I found myself grateful that he did though I’d never tell him. We still needed some fire after all, and that was too much mush for us.
Trevor brought up the rear, his red and black flannel open over a black t-shirt. He wore gray-washed jeans and boots and looked every inch the rugged mountain man with his messy man-bun and beard. Of the three of them, I still understood him the best. We saw each other for who we were: hedonists with trauma-filled pasts we’d both rather forget. Maybe that was what drew us together, what had drawn his attention to me. Maybe it was something deeper, more subconscious. I didn’t know.
What I did know was that our plans for the day made me equally excited as nervous.
“We’ve got twenty minutes until our appointment time, and traffic will make us about five minutes late,” Damien announced, looking at his phone. “Let’s go.”
When he used that commanding tone, I wanted to stretch out and purr.
His lips twitched when he looked up at me. “Later.”
“Promise?”
Trevor laughed. “It’s a group weekend. It’s a guarantee.”
A giggle escaped me, more girlish and flirtatious than a younger me would have ever anticipated I was capable of giggling.
Ugh. I love them.
Zion took my hand when we walked out of Damien’s loft, squeezing it three times in that silent way he communicated. I love you, those three squeezes told me, and my belly still erupted with butterflies at the thought.
By the time we arrived at our destination, I was a mess of love and nerves and excitement, ready to fling myself from the car and start running through the grass while squealing. Maybe it was immature, but I wanted to let loose. All the pent-up emotions and back and forth for the past month were finally coming to fruition.
On a large plot of land — easily three acres — with a forest situated behind it was the house of my dreams. My smile was broad and instantaneous, tears threatening to fill my eyes. Oh, I wanted to make that house my home on looks alone.
There were no neighbors to the left or right for quite a ways. It was as though the previous owner had purchased a massive plot and built just this masterpiece on it.
The Victorian-style house was beautiful and the second-story turret with the antique stained glass filled me with delight. The bottom of the turret rested on the top of the porch’s roof, which extended out far enough to cover the steps. While the turret was on the left side of the house, the right side featured a full tower, and I could just barely see through the window on the first floor where bookshelves lined the walls.
“It has a library?” I gasped.
Trevor chuckled behind me and told the others, “I told you that would excite her. You both owe me twenty bucks.”
Zion muttered something that sounded an awful lot like, “Why do I always take the sucker bets?” before joining me on the walkway that led to the front porch.
Before any of us could say another word, a petite blonde woman with startling blue eyes stepped out of the house and waved us forward. She was grinning broadly and gripping a clipboard to her chest. Her name tag read “Clarissa Andrews, Modern Home Realty Realtor” where it was pinned to her suit jacket. Even in her heels, she was about two inches shorter than my own five-foot-four frame.
“Welcome!” she chirped. “Is it just the three of you today?”
“Yeah.” Damien’s voice sounded almost bored. “We don’t really need a guided tour of the place.”
Her face fell slightly, her smile growing tense. “Oh, well, uh, I guess I can just tell you the details then…”
At that Damien chuckled. “I believe you misunderstand me, Ms. Andrews. We will be touring the house, but we do not need you to guide us through it.”
“But I have to,” she insisted, her smile dropping fully. “I could lose my license if I allow you to tour unchaperoned.”
“Ma’am, I’ve booked through the next three appointment times. Let us tour on our own – without you – and I can assure you that the house will be unharmed and intact.”
I wanted to side-eye him for that statement alone.
“Well, Mr., uhm.” She tilted her head, clearly trying to figure out which one he was. I wondered which one of the three of them had made the appointment and what name they’d put down.
“Damien Anders,” he offered, extending his hand for her to shake.
At that, Clarissa blushed deeply, though she took his hand. “Damien Anders as in the business mogul Damien Anders?”
Trevor and Zion both snickered, and I hid my own laughter in a fake cough.
“One and the same.” But there was an edge of amusement in his tone.
“Well, hmmm.”
Clarissa was still uncertain, that much was obvious in how she pursed her lips together and adjusted her feet. When she glanced down at her clipboard and back up at us, she was fully frowning.
“I really don’t think,” she started to say before Trevor interrupted her.
“If we offer you two thousand dollars to sit in your car and play on your phone for the next ninety minutes, is that enough?”
Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water for several seconds. But then she narrowed her eyes. “You promise to not break or take anything?”
“You have our word,” Trevor promised.
“We just want to privately explore the home with our girlfriend.” Zion grabbed my hand again and squeezed three times. “She’s a bit shy about saying what she does and doesn’t like because she doesn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.”
It took every bit of willpower and concentration to keep my face neutral because I really wanted to burst out laughing. I had absolutely no problems speaking my mind, but I knew it was best to convince the poor woman to leave us alone in some way.
“Just…” She paused, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. “Don’t do anything you wouldn’t want done in your own house.”
I almost lost my composure right then, but I took a deep, shuddering breath and held it together.
Barely.
Clarissa walked down the steps after handing the key to Damien, looking back at us with worry written clearly all over her face. Then, she turned back around and walked to a sleek blue sports car that was sitting in the driveway. Once she was safely settled behind the wheel of the car, Damien herded us over the porch and inside the house.
“That was awful,” I laughed out once the door was shut and locked behind us. The beautiful foyer floors were hardwood, though I doubted it was the original. I wanted to squeal.
When I spun to look at the guys, I finally noticed the strap of a backpack slung over Trevor’s shoulder, the black fabric standing out against the red and black plaid of his button-down flannel. My entire face scrunched up in confusion until I saw the looks on their faces. From teasing and gentle to intense and wicked, they’d switched from playful mode to “let’s play” mode.
Despite my brain screaming at me that I wanted to explore the whole house, my thighs clenched when I considered the possibilities of only seeing a room or two thanks to their intentions. Because, oh, I could read their intentions on their faces.
My eyes darted to my right, the door to the room in the bottom of the tower open wide for me to peek inside. In front of us was a winding staircase covered in beautiful red carpet. To the left was a set of concealed doors left partially open, a beautiful sitting room just beyond them.
“Do I run?” I asked, curious to know which game we would be playing.
Damien shook his head. “We want to show you the house first. We can’t buy it if you don’t love it.”
“You’re sure?” I was deeply suspicious.
“Take a look around.” Zion nodded toward the library room. “Check out the bookshelves.”
My smile was quick and wide, so full of delight that I was sure I looked no better than Augustus Gloop in the chocolate factory. Clapping my hands in excitement, I pivoted and dashed into the little room with the curved front wall. Bookshelves extended from the floor to the ceiling, curving around the entire room.
Even my untrained eyes could tell that the bookshelves were handcrafted and specifically designed to fit the room. Made from deep red-brown mahogany, they were shiny and polished, clearly well-loved. There were only gaps for the doorway and the bay window in the middle of the shelves, and the bay window featured a window seat fitted with a lush-looking cushion.
I wanted to spend every afternoon curled up right there.
Trevor came to stand behind me as I stood in front of the window seat, spearing his hands through my curls and knocking my bun loose. His breath was warm against my neck when he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to the side of my neck just under my ear. I shivered at the contact and leaned into his warmth.
“Can you picture it, darlin’? Can you see one of us – maybe all of us – bending you over that seat and fucking you until you’re crying from too many orgasms?”
A moan escaped me, my mind’s eye conjuring the picture so easily.
“Your handprints are going to look so fuckin’ pretty all over that glass,” he continued, wrapping one large hand around my waist to press tightly against my belly.
My thighs trembled, wetness growing while I cursed wearing panties.
And then Zion was grabbing my hand, dragging me from Trevor’s grasp, and pulling me from the library, crossing us over into the sitting room. The blue and white rug was simple yet elegant, matching the blue furniture inside of it. More bay windows were in there, this one without a seat.
Zion led me to the windows and helped me press my hands against them. Through the glass, I could see Clarissa sitting in her car, tapping away on her phone. And then he distracted me by pulling my hips back, widening my legs until all I could picture was standing just like that, completely naked, with him naked behind me.
“I’m going to fuck you right here. I’m going to make you beg to come, and then I’m going to fill your pussy to the brim and make you thank me for it like the good little slut you are.”
My knees nearly collapsed, but Zion caught me even as the others chucked ominously behind us. I could see us standing there, white snow laid out beneath us, Christmas lights twinkling in the night, as he forced my body higher and higher. The vision was tantalizing, a necessary future that beckoned to me.
In her car, Clarissa began to move, putting her phone to the side and lifting her cup of what I presumed was coffee to her lips. Before she could look up, Zion was pulling me back, hiding us from her view. Though he knew that I enjoyed being on display, he was not about to risk our realtor seeing us, I knew.
He led me back to the opposite wall, spinning me in his arms so that he could lift me and press my back against it, settling his hips between my thighs. Pressed so firmly against my center, he ground just the tiniest bit against me to make me moan out his name.
“I’m going to fuck you against every wall in this house,” he promised me, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“You could start now.” My words only caused him to laugh, the sound dark and dangerous.
“Put her down,” Damien interrupted. “There’s more of the house to see.”
Before he complied, Zion pressed a hot, breathtaking kiss to my lips and ground hard against me again. Once more, I cursed myself for wearing panties against my better judgment.
On wobbly knees, I adjusted my skirt and shirt before taking Damien’s outstretched hand. Like Zion, he pulled me firmly behind him. In front of the stairs, he motioned for me to start climbing only for him to stop at the bottom of the staircase, spinning me so that my back was to them. And then he was quickly but gently swooping me backward so that I was sprawled on the stairs, my head resting on a step and my butt nearly falling off of another. My legs were wide open, revealing what was underneath my skirt to all three of them.
Damien’s grin was feral, and he was on me before my mind could fully contemplate what was happening. Kneeling on the first step, his strong hands grabbed my thighs and yanked them wider, making me yelp and grab for the stairs and his hair to hold myself steady.
“You might wanna hold on,” was his only warning before he licked me over my panties, the wet heat of his mouth making me whimper.
Shifting so that his shoulders were supporting my thighs, he used one hand to wrap over my hip and pull my panties to the side. Then he feasted.
There was no other word for how he attacked my pussy with kisses, licks, nibbles, and brushes of his nose over my sensitive clit. I tugged at his hair, panting out his name, and he only picked up his pace. Dipping his tongue into me, he brushed his nose over my clit once more, moaning as he devoured every bit of me. Then, he moved his shoulders, my thighs lifting, only for him to spear two fingers – then three – inside of me.
Tears welled in my eyes as I felt my orgasm ride high in me, just out of reach.
Booted feet stepped up the stairs, carefully not to touch me or Damien, and then Trevor was kneeling beside me, his rough hands tweaking my nipples through my top and bra. The brief bit of pain ratcheted the pleasure another notch higher, and all I could do was chant, “please,” over and over again.
Zion chuckled as he began to step up the staircase, his feet calm and sure with every movement. When he knelt on my other side, he grabbed me by the chin and pulled my head so that I was staring at him. Into his endlessly dark eyes, I stared.
And then he tapped me on the cheek, enough pain to refocus on the work Damien was doing between my thighs.
“You’re going to come for him, baby girl,” Zion crooned to me. “You’re gonna come all over his face and thank him for the orgasm. Do you understand me?”
Frantically, I tried to nod only to be rewarded with another light slap on my other cheek.
“Use your words, Cass.”
But I couldn’t speak, not when my orgasm came barreling over me thanks to the combination of tweaked nipples, face slaps, and the relentless tonguing of my cunt. I cried out in gibberish, my thighs shaking and belly tightening so hard it was a wonder I didn’t pull a muscle.
Damien soothed me as I came down with soft kisses to the insides of my thighs, a grin on his face when I looked at him.
Remembering what Zion had told me, I looked Damien straight in the eyes and said, “Thank you.”
His eyes closed, and he took a deep breath before opening them once more to reveal desire burning an inferno in their depths. Slowly, he pulled himself away, settling my panties back in place before wiping his mouth. When he was standing, he offered his hand to me, pulling me up to shaking legs.
Zion and Trevor stood as well, both of them wearing satisfied smiles.
“So, are we buying this house, then?” I asked, still breathless but amused.
“We haven’t decided yet.” Trevor sounded equally as delighted.
“What will be the deciding factor?”
“You.” Damien said it simply, but I was confused.
“If you’re going to eat me out on the staircase again, my vote is yes, just so we’re clear.”
“There are a few other features to consider,” Zion said cryptically. “Don’t ask. You’ll see.”
Brows furrowed, I followed Trevor up the stairs to the second floor landing. More hardwood greeted us, polished and perfect. Definitely not original flooring upstairs, I knew, but it wasn’t required. A long carpet runner extended down the hallway, the design full of geometric shapes in shades of blue, gray, and black. It was hideous, but there was no accounting for taste, I supposed.
There were five doors upstairs, the landing placing us at the front of the house. Directly to my right was a bedroom in the tower. To my left was the bedroom in the turret. Indecision about which to explore first paralyzed me.
“You saw the library downstairs first. Look at the bedroom in the turret first up here,” Damien said from behind me.
I granted him a quick smile and dashed into the bedroom. The front wall was rounded, the stained glass windows scattering color across the floor as the sun shone in. I squealed at the sight of it, absolutely delighted.
Undoubtedly the smaller of the two front rooms, it featured a built-in vanity table and mirror in a little alcove by the stained glass windows. Opposite of the windows were closet doors spanning the width of the room. Painted a soft rose shade, I surmised the room had been designed with a woman in mind, and I knew I could make it my room.
“Think my king size bed will fit in here?” I asked.
“It should.” But Trevor sounded uncertain enough that I grinned.
“Thinking about how much stuff I have?”
“You have a lot of shit, darlin’,” he said flatly.
He wasn’t wrong. Most of it was now boxed up in my apartment, though. So many things had sticky notes placed on them saying “sell” or “keep” or “can’t decide” that it felt like I was more organized than I was. But, I was ready to move in with them and share a home together.
Which meant picturing my room in this house – this wonderfully beautiful old Victorian style house that looked like it was plucked from my dreams and was likely ridiculously expensive.
I turned toward the closets and opened the folding doors wide, peeking inside to see that a quarter of the space was dedicated to built-in shoe racks. There was a section beside the shoe rack space that featured a rectangle split in half. Four boot-height cubbies sat on bottom, and a short bar in the top section told me that it was for winter items.
Perfect.
My grin was wide as I clapped my hands and squealed once more.
“Which one of you found this place?” I asked, turning to face them.
Trevor raised his hand, lifting one eyebrow at me.
“You get an extra special gift, then.”
He grinned wide and tipped his head toward me.
Determined to see more of the house before they took advantage of me again – because there was no way in hell I thought the staircase was their only intention – I swept past the three of them and walked into the room in the tower.
It was almost obviously the largest bedroom and would fit Trevor’s custom-built bed perfectly. He’d paid good money for that bed, and I had no doubt he would claim this room to keep it. We all would let him, too. It fit the four of us too well to give it up.
Painted in a soft eggshell white, the walls were bare but otherwise matched the layout of the library room downstairs. Unlike the other rooms, there was a thick beige carpet on the floor, soft and inviting. I would one hundred percent end up with carpet burns on my knees, shoulder blades, and lower back, and I was equally as certain that I would have no regrets about it.
Beside the tower room was a somewhat smaller room also outfitted with that same thick beige carpet. This time, however, the walls were painted a pastel blue and featured a large window that curved at the top. I could see Zion claiming the room as his own when I peeked out the window and saw the garden outside. He appreciated nature more than Trevor and Damien did.
Across the hall was the fourth and final bedroom. Unlike the other three rooms, the door was shut rather than open, which left me curious as hell. The doorknob was also different, the crystal sparkling and a stark contrast to the other bronze doorknobs. Lifting my eyebrows, I peeked back at my men to see if any of them would give me a crumb of information.
Damien’s only response was to lift his eyebrow and incline his head toward me.
For some reason, my breath halted in my lungs, uncertainty washing over me like a dousing in cold water. My hand hovered over the crystal doorknob, my fingers shaking despite how warm the house was. Straightening my spine and calling on my courage, I quickly reached to turn the knob and open the door.
And that’s when my mouth went dry and my knees shook.
Inside the room was a veritable playground of debauchery. A large wooden X with leather straps at each of the four points was nailed to the wall between the windows. Sturdy hooks lined the walls and the ceiling, clearly installed to support equipment of some kind. Closet doors with mirrors on them reflected my delight back to me.
“Do you like it?” Damien’s voice was like silk as he leaned in close behind me to murmur his question in my ear.
I shivered, grinning. “I love it.”
And I could easily imagine all of the ways he and the others would strap me down and torture me so deliciously. BDSM was new for Damien and Zion, but Trevor and I had long been playing our games. Inviting the others into this world was a big step to show them that I trusted them completely, but I hadn’t imagined this would be how it was done.
“We’re buying this house, right?” I asked once again.
“There’s still one more room we want to show you. It could be the dealbreaker,” Damien informed me.
I didn’t want to leave the wicked room, but I followed them out and to the single door at the end of the hallway. Zion was practically vibrating with excitement, and I cocked my head at him, curious as to what could cause him to be that happy.
They didn’t leave me waiting for long.
Trevor opened the door to reveal a bathroom that was absolutely exquisite.
It wasn’t very deep, but it spanned the entire width of the house. Tucked in the back right corner was a large shower stall with his and hers shower heads. It looked large enough to fit the four of us, too, and I was already thinking through all of the ways we could put it to use. A tiled wall divided the shower and the toilet, and another wall divided the toilet and the clawfoot tub that made me want to luxuriate immediately. It was longer and wider than other clawfoot tubs I had seen, and I wondered if it was custom-built by the prior owners. If so, they had immaculate taste.
A his and hers sink was opposite of the tub, and towel racks were attached to the dividing wall as well as beside the mirrors of the sink. The white marble tile floor was smooth and classic, and the white tile walls were chic and designed to match any decor.
It was, like the rest of the house, perfect.
“Again,” I whispered, “are we buying this house?”
“Cass, you haven’t even seen the kitchen or the garden or the hot tub-” Zion started.
“The hot tub!” Oh, I needed to see the hot tub.
“Not so fast,” Damien said, grabbing me by the arm. “We can do that later.”
I peered up at him, saw the way he clenched his jaw, and read every intent outlined in it. “Oh.” It sounded so stupid, but it was all that I could think to say in response to the intensity radiating from him.
A glance back at Zion and Trevor showed that this was the plan all along: getting me into the magnificent bathroom after making me fall in love with the rest of the house so they could have their wicked way with me. My thighs trembled, and my body was ready for whatever they had planned for me in an instant. Hot, wet, and primed for their delicious devouring, I smiled up at Damien.
Rather than ask me why I was smiling or slide his arms around my waist or lift me into his arms, his hand shot out too fast for me to see and gripped me by the throat, squeezing just hard enough for me to moan. Molten amber eyes were filled with devious plans as they met mine, and then I felt Trevor’s callused hands grip my wrists to pull my arms behind me. With the change in position, my breasts pressed up against Damien.
“You’re ours,” Damien whispered, bending forward to say those two words right in my ear.
I sucked in a thin breath, his hand squeezing tight enough to make breathing harder but not difficult or impossible. My heart beat faster, my pulse no doubt a strong tap against the skin between his thumb and forefinger where it rested against my artery. He squeezed the sides a little tighter, and my vision went spotty even as the smile on my face grew wider.
“Be a good girl, sweetheart, and stand still.” Damien’s tone brooked no argument.
And then Zion’s hands were lowering a blindfold over my eyes, securing it over my ears. Deprived of my eyesight, I shook in their grasp, uncertain of their plans. Never before had they done such a thing, and I found myself poised on the edge between fear and arousal.
Trust. That was all that kept me still.
“We’ve had a couple things planned,” Trevor murmured before pressing a kiss against the back of my neck between Damien’s fingers.
“I can tell.” But what else do you have for me?
“You’ve been stressed out, off-kilter, and snippy,” Zion added, his voice still behind me.
“We thought it might be house-hunting.” Damien squeezed and released as he spoke.
“Turns out, you’ve been hiding something from us.” Trevor’s hands squeezed around my wrists, and my heartbeat sped up once more. “So, you’ve been a bad girl, and we decided to punish you.”
Those last words opened up the floodgates. I was horny and horribly guilty all at the same time, frowning at the conflicting emotions. Damien’s chuckle was dark.
“Why not punish me at home?” I panted as I spoke, my breaths coming in light and shallow.
“We wanted to change things up.” Damien pressed a hard kiss to my lips, stealing my already thin breaths completely.
“What’s my punishment?” I asked when he eased back, relaxing his hold.
“Trust exercises.”
And then I was being lifted, hands grabbing at my socks and shoes, pulling them from me. Next, Damien’s hands were pulling down my skirt and panties, freeing me. Before I had a moment to process, I was back on my feet, and my wrists were being moved forward and up so that my sweater could be lifted over my head. In less than a minute, the three of them had worked together to strip me naked, leaving me only in my blindfold.
I panted hard, my wrists now held in front of me.
No one spoke for several seconds, only our harsh breathing filling the room. When the sound of metal sliding over metal hit my ears, I cocked my head to the side. Cool metal then closed over my wrists, holding my arms in place in front of me.
Zion – I could tell by his soft, gentle hands – grabbed me under my chin and tilted my head up, kissing me hard. Tongues tangling, he devoured my mouth, distracting me from the sounds of the other two moving through the bathroom. Moaning his name into his mouth, I swayed.
He caught me in his arms, holding me close before reaching down and sweeping a forearm under my knees. Suddenly, I found myself cradled against his chest, naked skin to soft cotton t-shirt. Trust exercises suddenly seemed very doable if these were their intentions.
But I should have known better. My men were too intense for some blindfolds, handcuffs, and kissing. No, they had more in store for me, based on the fact that my bare feet hit the cold floor of what I thought was the bathtub when he set me down. Just before I could ask what they planned to do, Zion grabbed the handcuffs by the links in the center and dragged my arms above my head.
“Wha-” I started to ask only to feel the movement as he secured my arms to something above me.
“Part of the appeal of this house is that the former owner used to patronize the Hidden Den,” Trevor told me, his voice nonchalant. “When he said he was selling it to move to Vegas, I had to tell the guys.”
I’d been had. They’d shown me house after house, asked me to see design after design, layout after layout. All the while, they knew that perfection was waiting for me, for us, right here all along. Part of me wanted to be upset that they’d clearly made the decision without me. The rest of me understood that they were right and I loved the house.
“He’s pretty heavy into BDSM,” Damien added. “Not always our thing, but we can see the advantages to the modifications he made to the house.”
From nowhere, one of their hands connected with my ass cheek, the sting of it spreading over my rounded flesh and heading straight to my clit. My gasp was loud, nearly a moan at the end of it, echoing through the tiled bathroom.
One of them chuckled – likely Trevor if the palpable enjoyment of it meant anything – and I shook. Going on my tiptoes, I relieved some of the tension in my shoulders without lifting my wrists from where they were held. Cool air whispered over me, and I waited eagerly for the next point of contact.
Leather ripped across fabric, metal jingling against itself. A belt – probably Damien’s because he was the only one I knew wore one regularly – was removed. Zippers came down almost in unison, the harsh reverberation caressing my skin like a lover.
For a year, they’d kept it wicked and fun, a delightful experience each and every time.
But this? Oh, this took it up from wicked to depraved, and I was ready to see how much more we would grow. Still without my eyesight, I relied entirely on the falls of their steps, the soft rustling of their clothes as they discarded it, and the quietest of clicks and clacks as they moved or set down various unknown items.
Two sets of hands – one more callused than the other – slid over me, front and back. A moan escaped me, unbidden and loud in the quiet room. Again, the sound of my own pleasure echoed back to me.
Trevor’s beard scratched over the sensitive flesh of my neck, those work-roughened palms cupping my ass cheeks as he said, “Are you gonna be our dirty little whore today, darlin’? You gonna let me fuck this thick ass and fill it with my come?”
Head tipped back, I sighed and smiled. “Oh, is that all?”
Zion tweaked my nipples, which made my cunt clench down hard while he said, “Careful, Cass.”
Fuck being careful.
Both sets of hands slid away from my body, and I heard something hit the side of the tub, the clang of it skittering over my bones. Teeth clenched, I cocked my head to the side, poised and waiting for their next move.
Trevor’s hands were back on me from behind, sliding down until he gripped me by the backs of my thighs and yanked me upward, spreading me wide open. The grating sound of something sliding over the floor of the tub stopped just under me, and then Trevor settled me down on top of it. Cool metal touched my heated skin, and I yelped, pulling away.
But then Zion was there, helping Trevor secure my thighs open on the metal contraption under me, velcro fabric ripping and connecting over my thighs. My ass rested on a stretchy band, and my legs were secured to the metal, probably aluminum, rests to the side. Zion wrapped more velcro around my calves, holding me in place.
There I sat, arms held above my head by handcuffs fastened to a chain dangling from the ceiling, seated on a weird chair with my legs spread wide open, completely exposed to my boyfriends.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
The deep, loud, reverberating vibration filled the air, and my body temperature spiked. I knew that sound. Damien had purchased the vibrating wand the first weekend I’d spent the night at his place, just the two of us. It was overwhelming, the force of it causing me to come quicker and harder than I ever had in the past.
No.
Oh, God. No.
My thighs trembled, and my arms shook even as I tightened my hold on the chain above me. Opened to them as I was, I could feel my arousal beginning to flow from me even as I felt the nerves build upon one another, snowballing until my entire body was a quivering, shuddering mess.
“Do you understand yet?” Damien’s devious tone spoke volumes.
“You’re going to kill me by torture.” I was only half-joking.
“You’ll be fine. We have plenty of water, and you’ll get breaks if you need them.” He sounded like they’d planned every last detail.
The vibration stopped right next to me, just in time for deft hands to begin wrapping rope around my waist, twisting and pulling, fastening the bulbous head of the wand over my clit and the handle to my belly. I clenched and unclenched, as desperate for our games to begin as I was to just see them once more.
“Do you still trust us?” Under Zion’s quiet question was a thread of doubt.
“I do.” God help me, but I did. Blinded, bound, and blissfully eager for whatever ideas they’d dreamed up to punish me, I did trust them. “I love you. Each of you.”
“Remember that.” Trevor’s words were soft against the nape of my neck, his fingertips suddenly brushing over my hard nipples. He moved his hands away for the briefest of seconds only to replace them with tight clamps that had me gasping in pain-filled euphoria.
And then either Zion or Damien flipped the button to turn on the wand, and my world focused down to just the sensations on my clit and my nipples. Heaven’s gates opened for me, warmth and light filling my body until I was panting and shaking, my arms pulling at the chains. Like our first time as a group, it was everything, everywhere, all at once, and I could not focus on any of it.
The orgasm was building, building, building, forcing its way through my veins as my breath clogged in my lungs and my brain hazed over. This was why I rarely let Damien use the wand on me. It was overwhelming, the force of the orgasm so powerful and quick that it was like a crash landing when my body erupted with bliss.
Damien’s warm, peppery, amber scent filled my nostrils as he leaned in close, his lips at my ear as he whispered, “We’ll keep giving you pleasure as long as you give us the truth.”
“Anything,” I sobbed out, the wand still buzzing away between my wide open thighs.
When I came again, I suddenly understood the reason for the bathtub, the gushing of my orgasm explosive. Trevor groaned from behind me, and Damien turned off the wand.
“Who’s been sending the threatening letters to your apartment?” Damien asked me, his question loud without the wand’s vibrations filling the air.
Every bit of pleasure dried up, my body freezing as the realization descended.
They knew. Of course they knew. Keeping secrets from them worked about as well as surviving a jump into traffic. Sure, it wasn’t impossible, but the improbability was so high that it was a miracle if it happened.
“I don’t want to talk about that.”
“Then we can get dressed and go back to my apartment and forget about buying a house.” Growling the words, Damien pulled the blindfold off my head, revealing himself to me in his naked glory. He looked pissed, his cheeks red and lips frowning deeply while his brows furrowed to the point of looking like a unibrow.
“It’s nothing,” I protested, squinting at the bright lights as my eyes adjusted.
Just get back to the orgasms, I thought. That’s safe.
Damien looked past me and nodded once.
“This is for your own good.”
And then leather whipped across my ass, the material moving upward to make contact with the sensitive skin. It burned, and I jerked my hips, moving the wand more tightly against my center. The shock of it mixed with the sting and satisfaction had me gasping out, “I can handle it.”
Zion edged into my line of sight, pushing Damien ever so slightly behind him. Naked and hard, he was magnificent to behold, though worry lined his eyes. “You don’t have to handle things on your own anymore. You have us, remember?”
But this was my shit to handle. They’d done enough with Erik/John the year before. I didn’t want to be their damsel in distress. I wanted to be their sassy, spunky, deviant, confident, badass girlfriend who could handle her own shit. After everything I’d gone through, I wanted to be the one keeping them safe.
So, I’d handle this one on my own.
Strong hands slid through my hair, pulling my head back so that I was forced to look at Trevor upside down. He looked less angry than Damien and more worried than Zion. “Therapy, babe. This is another form of therapy.”
Tears welled in my eyes. “Fuck you.”
“We will the second you show us you trust us.”
“You did it like this so I couldn’t run away,” I accused, the tears sliding out and running down my temples into my hair.
“No shit. You’re real good at dodging questions and running away. We worked out a solution.” His grin was quick but didn’t quite reach his eyes. “We want to help, darlin’. Not because we have to but because we really want to. And once you trust us with what’s going on, we’ll fuck you senseless. I pinky promise.”
He held up one pinky in front of my face, making me laugh even as I sniffled.
“Fuck all of you for pulling some bullshit like this,” I said, lifting my head back up to look at the other two.
“We will. Once you tell us what’s going on. Let us in.” Zion paused, tilting his head to the side. “Emotionally first.”
I snorted. “I’ve been handling it. I need you guys to at least acknowledge that I am strong enough – and capable enough – to deal with shit on my own.”
Damien rolled his eyes. “You think I’d be this hard for someone who couldn’t take care of things on their own?”
“He’s got a point,” Trevor chimed in.
Zion just nodded.
“My mother keeps writing to me.” Zion and Damien both winced, and I felt smug knowing that it wasn’t what they’d expected. “She wants me to visit so we can talk about what happened between her and Erik. Ugh. John. She still calls him John.”
Zion frowned, nose crinkling with disgust written all over his face. “Do you want to hear what she has to say?”
That was the thing. I did. I wanted to know what could possibly have driven her into the arms of a man she had despised for “ruining” me as a teenager. What could possibly have possessed her to turn her back on my father and begin an affair with a man half her age? And what could have happened to make her go from willing participant to slave in his basement?
I had too many questions I wanted answered. So I nodded, and my men sighed, accepting it.
Zion grabbed my chin in one hand, forcing me to look at him. “Thank you for telling us. We are here to help you, Cass. Freezing us out only made us worry, and we are supposed to be a team. You’re supposed to trust us, trust that we want to be here to help you with anything and everything.”
Shame filled me, and more tears threatened to spill. “I’m sorry. I just…”
“Didn’t want to look weak?” Damien asked, raising one eyebrow. “You didn’t. Just a little stupid because your face showed how guilty you were feeling.”
“Oh, fuck you,” I snapped back, jerking my face away from Zion’s grip.
“Oh, good. Can we get back to that part?” Damien sneered at me, his eyes glittering with mirth.
“Keep your dick over there. You’re such an asshole.”
He rolled his eyes. “Sure, sweetheart. You say that every time and then babble on about how I fuck like a god about two minutes later.”
Heat flushed through me, the blush spreading over my cheeks, down my neck, and settling on my chest. Despite my anger, my body was ready again in an instant, arousal thrumming to life once more, my clit throbbing.
“There it is.” Damien sounded smug, but his gaze gentled. “We’ll let you down right now if you’re not okay with this. Just tell us, and we’ll go home.”
Home.
I looked from him to Zion before twisting my head to look at Trevor.
“We’re already home, aren’t we?”
Trevor’s grin was lightning quick, and he pressed his lips to mine, hard and rough, sweeping me into a kiss that made my head spin only to release me to say, “There’s our good fucking girl.”
“Hold on tight to the chain real quick,” Zion murmured when I turned forward again.
He knelt and adjusted the legs of the seat I was on, lifting me higher. I glanced down and saw that I was now at just about the perfect level to line up with their hips, and I grinned.
“I should let you guys in more.” I paused, grinning. “Emotionally of course.”
Before I could laugh, Zion flicked the power button to the wand and shut me up, my breath wheezing out of me as the vibration hit me. My toes curled, and I tried to pull my thighs inward. Zion tugged the slightest bit on one nipple clamp, just enough to send a bit of a sharp sting through my breast without actually removing the pleasurable torture device. He stepped fully into the tub with me, settling between my open thighs.
And just as my third orgasm began to build, Zion slid home, his dick nudging against my cervix the tiniest bit. He filled me, holding himself still as my pussy began to pulse around him.
“Fuck,” he whispered, biting his full lip as his eyes dropped with pleasure. “You always feel so fucking good.”
Before I could even think of a response in my orgasm-hazy brain, he was moving. Feet planted firmly on the floor of the tub, his strokes were powerful and steady, the perfect rhythm and depth to hit my g-spot and have tears welling in my eyes once more, this time from an overdose of erotic joy.
I felt Trevor move behind me, his hands sliding under my ass to open my cheeks. Zion stopped moving, helping a line-slickened Trevor adjust me until I was positioned to give them both access to my body. Damien and I locked eyes over Zion’s shoulder, holding steady as the other two men filled my shaking body.
It was too much for my body to process. The pinch of the nipple clamps. The incessant vibration of the wand. Zion in my pussy. Trevor in my ass. My brain couldn’t comprehend any of the sensations, all of them melding and blurring together until every muscle in my body was locking down, holding both of them inside of me.
And still, Damien kept his eyes on mine. Softened amber filled with molten heat promised a continuation of what I was already experiencing, his large, strong hand stroking over his dick as he watched the other two reduce me to a babbling mess.
When I came again, my entire body was an inferno, heat swelling as I sobbed out, fingers clenching and toes curling. Zion shouted out, his hips stuttering before his warm come filled me. Trevor groaned from behind me, still holding out even as I clamped down around him, too.
“Fuck, darlin’.” His voice was guttural and strained.
Words escaped me, the idea of them dancing overhead as I panted through the sensations rolling over my nerve endings. Zion, thankfully, clicked off the wand and gave me a reprieve. Dropping my head forward, I let my chin rest against my chest as I let my body experience the come-down. Trevor continued to stroke slowly in and out of me, the lube making a noise that made me laugh weakly.
“How are you doing?” Zion whispered, tilting my head back up.
“I am fabulous.” Oh, I was beyond fabulous, but my vocabulary failed me, my brain and every nerve ending fried from prolonged pleasure.
“Can you keep going?” Damien asked, his eyes gentle and concerned when I looked at him.
“I’m strong enough.”
Break me down into a million pieces and rebuild me, I thought hazily.
Trevor stilled, his hands gripping my hips tightly as Zion stepped out of the tub and Damien took his place. Sloe-eyed, I looked up into Damien’s face and read every emotion he felt swirling in amber depths. Frustration, lust, anger, kindness, care, concern…
…and love. Oh, there was the love.
My heart stuttered, and I felt the love for all of them swamp me. Tears welled against my will. “I love you.”
“Even after this?”
“Always. No matter what.”
“Remember that.” With those words, he buried himself in me, bumping my cervix almost painfully. “Because I’m about to fuck you like we hate each other.”
“Fuck,” I moaned, dragging out the u sound and dropping my forehead to his shoulder.
Gripping the chain above me even tighter, I held on and just felt. Trevor and Damien moved in sync, the tandem sensations ripping through my body like a hurricane. Trembling from the combined force of my pleasure and exhaustion, the only thing I could do was give into the sensation.
Just as the orgasm began to tip inside me, the build toppling into a freefall, Damien flicked the button on the wand once more. The vibration rocked through my pussy, my throbbing clit overstimulated to the point of pain, and I exploded, coming hard enough to force Damien out of my body. Without missing a beat, he slid back inside of me and began to fuck me even harder, careful to not go too deep, until both he and Trevor were grunting their pleasure in my ear.
Trevor pulled out first, the ache of him settling in soon after. Damien slid his hands over my sides, soothing me as the trembling turned to shaking. From behind me, Trevor supported my upper body as Zion stepped forward to release my arms. Boneless, I dropped them forward, my still-bound wrists whacking against Damien’s back with an audible thud.
While Damien continued to hold me, brushing soft, careful, loving hands over me from ribs to hips and back up, Zion and Trevor set to work freeing me from my bonds. As the blood rushed back into my hands, the pins and needles sensation grew, my fingers flexing on reflex.
Trevor came around and moved my head so my cheek was resting against Damien’s shoulder and my eyes could look at him. “Darlin’, we’ve got to help you get cleaned up. You okay with that?”
I could only nod, my body too worn out to protest. All I could do when Damien finally slid from my body was mutter the weakest protest known to man. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of my head before lifting me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist.
The giant shower was perfect as we all stepped inside, Trevor taking care to let down my hair before retying it in a knot at the top of my head. We showered in silence, all of them helping my pleasure-weakened body stay standing. Though I was utterly spent from our group activities, I was happy with the outcome.
Except for one thing.
As we all used the towels from Trevor’s backpack to dry off, I side-eyed all three of them. “Trick me again, and I guarantee that my reaction won’t be as pleasant. If you want answers and think I’m hiding, speak to me like adults.”
I grabbed my clothes and began to pull them on, frowning deeply to hide the fact that I wasn’t quite as upset as I probably should’ve been. Zion grabbed the chair they’d set me on and began pulling it apart, putting the pieces into a bag that then went into the backpack. It was amazing how much they’d fit inside of it.
Trevor grinned, quick and easy. “You didn’t enjoy it?”
“Oh, it was fun. I won’t say it wasn’t. But I deserve the common courtesy of a conversation before being tricked and bribed with sex.” I sighed, adjusting my skirt. “Just because you’re all big, bad, scary men doesn’t mean that I am not to be respected as well. We’re equal partners or we’re not partners at all. Got it?”
Even Damien had the decency to look somewhat ashamed of himself. “You were closing yourself off.”
“I have a right to privacy. Same as you guys.” But my eyes were soft and I was smiling. “You can definitely start a fight with me about it. Push back. Get angry. Yell. But tricking me won’t go so well again.”
“Got it. Still a strong, independent woman who doesn’t need a man.” Trevor winked.
“I need you three because I love you. But I am deserving of the same love and respect and understanding you give to each other.”
“Understood.” Now dressed, Zion nudged Damien and shot a look at Trevor. “Right?”
The other two agreed readily, looking chastised.
“Now that we’ve got that taken care of, can we go get pancakes? I’m starved.”
My men laughed, eagerly packing the rest of the goodies into the backpack, making it bulge once more. Zion and Trevor flanked me as we left the bathroom, both ready to catch me if my still-wobbly knees gave out. Damien brought up the rear, the keys from the realtor swinging around one of his fingers.
They all looked so happy and at ease, satisfied that their foolish plan had paid off. Seeing their broad smiles made me feel guilty to know that I’d only told them most of the truth.
My mother had sent letters saying she wanted to talk in person. But the reason I’d been so on-edge was because she wasn’t writing from prison. It was because she’d escaped.