Not this time. He hovers briefly at the door as the three men walk into the study, finding me where Cayde ordered me to go, kneeling on the rug with my hands in my lap. I’ve changed out of the sandy clothing that I’d worn to the beach, and I’m wearing exactly what Cayde instructed me to—that is, nothing at all.
“I don’t want to bother with stripping you down,” Cayde had said when he’d accepted my plea. “Kneel in the study, completely naked. Hair braided. Wait for us to come in.”
Cayde and Dean stride in first, as at ease as ever. They’ve never hesitated when it comes to my punishment, and I can see the tense lines in Dean’s face, irritation that he’s going to be made to wait. “Only you would dare tell me when I can fuck the girl that belongs to me, too,” he growls at Cayde as they walk in. “I should deck you for even trying.”
“Are you saying that only Athena should be punished for that little stunt that the two of you pulled?” Cayde raises an eyebrow, looking at him. “Either we’re all in this together or we’re not. I’m not going to fucking take a belt to your bare ass, so that’s all I’ve got, Dean. You wait your turn, and you go last. Consider yourself lucky that I’m going to let you fuck her while we’re all still going at it, and not make you wait until she’s already full of both of our cum.”
A ripple of heat goes through me at that, just at the thought of it, and I squirm a little on the carpet. Cayde notices, and chuckles.
“So eager, little Saint. Don’t worry, you’ll get yourfill.” He emphasizes the last word, and my pulse throbs, my skin tingling with needy anticipation.
Jaxon is the last to walk in, and I see him hesitate at the door. I can see the concern in his face, and I know what he’s thinking, that I won’t want him to join in, after what he did to me. That it will be too fresh for him to be a part of this.
I know I’m not supposed to speak yet, now that we’ve started the scene. But I look at him, meeting his eyes and trying to tell him what I can’t say aloud.
I forgave him. Tonight is a new beginning, for all of us. And that includes him.
Something flickers in his eyes, and I can see them heat as his gaze flicks down my body, taking in my bare skin, the braid hanging over my shoulder, my breasts hidden behind my arms in front of me and my hands clasped in my lap.
He walks into the room then, shutting the door firmly behind him, and a shiver runs through me at the sound of the door clicking into place, the lock turning.
I know that sound. It’s almost a pavlovian reaction at this point, the sound of that heavy door closing and the lock turning. I know what it means, that when it opens again and I leave this room, it will be sore, bruised, full of cum, and spent from orgasms.
I would never have thought that it would bring me so much pleasure.
Dean flops into one of the chairs, his arrogant face still lined with irritation. “Can I at least fucking touch myself while I watch?” he asks, and then shakes his head. “Christ, I can’t believe I’m asking one of you dickholes permission to fucking touch my own cock. It’s a good thing torching that place was fucking worth it.”
Cayde smirks at him. “You know what? I’m going to enjoy this one opportunity. No. You sit there and watch, until I tell you otherwise.”
Dean grunts, but a part of me thinks he’s almost enjoying it. No one has ever denied Dean Blackmoor anything. Certainly not pleasure. I came the closest, and not even I could do it. A part of him, I think, is maybe even a little aroused by having to wait, by the novelty of it.
I know when it’s his turn to have me, he won’t be gentle about it. And just the thought of that is enough to make my already wet pussy all the more drenched, arousal dripping down the inside of my clenched thighs as I look up at Cayde as he walks towards me.
“We’re going to do something new tonight, little Saint,” he says with a smirk. “We’re going to have some fun.” He nods behind me. “Do you know what that is?”
I turn my head, and see an X shaped object behind me, larger than me, with cuffs at each point. I shake my head mutely, and Cayde chuckles.
“That’s a St. Andrews cross. And you’re going to get flogged, caned, and spanked on it, before we take turns fucking you. But first—”
He reaches for the edge of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. “Might as well join in, Jaxon. We’re going to warm her up before the real fun starts.”
I can see Jaxon’s brief hesitation, and I remember what he’d said to me earlier, that he’d shared women with Dean and Cayde before but never one he loved. I know that Cayde and Dean have no idea that those words have passed between us, and I want to keep it that way for right now. I’m sure that he does, too. But I also know that if he can’t share me with them, this won’t work.
My heart speeds up in my chest, my pulse almost choking me.If he walks out of the room, what am I going to do?More than anything, I want him to stay. I want him to do this for me, to be a part of this. I can’t be with Dean and Cayde, and then Jaxon on our own. I know that the other two won’t stand for it, and I know that Jaxon can’t keep himself apart forever. Whatever struggles he’s having with the other two men, they’re going to have to be set aside if we’re going to win. We have to all work together.
And that begins now, tonight. In this room.
“Fuck it,” Jaxon says finally, aloud. “I guess we’re all in this together, right? So that means me being a part of these games, too.”
Cayde nods, glancing at the other man. I let my gaze rake over Cayde as he does, taking in the broad muscle of his shoulders and chest, stockier than the other two men, muscle built in the weight room and on the rugby field. I know the power in those arms, that body, the way he can pin me down, hold me in place, do anything he wants to me. It sends another ripple of anticipation through me, and I bite down on a moan of need, wanting them to hurry up and touch me. To give mesomething.
Jaxon reaches for his own shirt then, ripping it over his head in one quick motion as if he’s getting it over with, and I know this is making him as uncomfortable as it did that first time, uncomfortable and aroused all at once. In a way I’m glad, because it reminds me that the Jaxon who pinned me up against the porch and hurt me, violated me, isn’t the real Jaxon. It was some other version of him, poisoned by rage and grief, and this is the real him, the man that I love.
When he and Cayde start to strip off their pants at the same time, I don’t know where to look first. Cayde’s joggers sliding over his hips makes my mouth go dry all over again, his thick, fat cock springing out already hard, just as I’d known it would be. I feel an answering pulse between my thighs, my fingers clenching together with the urge to reach for him, but then there’s Jaxon, stripping off his jeans.
Jaxon, lean and handsome, his hipbones appearing as the jeans slide over his slim hips, and his cock appears too, half-hard, the piercing glinting in the light. He stiffens the moment he notices my eyes on him, his cock lurching as it thickens and rises, and I can’t stop the moan that slips from my mouth this time, a shiver rippling down my spine as I look at the two men standing in front of me. And there’s still one left, sitting petulantly to my left, waiting his turn.
“You’re going to suck both of us, to start,” Cayde says, his voice dark and thickening with desire. “And if you do a good enough job, little Saint, if you’re a very good girl, then we’ll move on to your punishment and we’ll make sure there’s some pleasure in there for you, too.”