I did, but I’m pretty sure I look funny doing so.
Tonight is the party at Club Sin, and although I don’t give a fuck what anybody thinks about me and my relationship with three men, I will admit I’m nervous about meeting their coworkers and their women. My understanding is these guys served in the military together at one time or another, and they all served under their boss’s command. I guess Victor, their old commander, is recruiting two more teams for the region, and they’ll be at the club tonight as well.
“What are you doing, Kitten?” Kerr walks into my sparse bedroom with its humongous bed. We’re going furniture shopping tomorrow, and they’ve been showing me custom-made headboards online that they want me to consider. Most of them are heavy wood eye-bolts in them, and I didn’t even know these guys were interested BDSM or restraints.
Not that it’s off the table. I don’t know if anything is truly off the table with my men.
“I don’t know what to wear to the club.”
“Well, women span the gauntlet of clothing options at Club Sin, but the three of us will wear a suit and tie.”
“Suit and tie? I’ve seen you guys in button-down shirts and slacks, but I’ve never seen actually put on jackets and ties.” Everything below the belt tingles at the idea of seeing my beautiful men all hard and honed with the occasional scar and tattoo classed up in double-breasted suit jackets.
“Yeah, it’s pretty much customary at the club. So much so, that putting on a tie has a Pavlovian effect on us.” Kerr grabs his dick to emphasize his point.
“Oh? I thought I was the one who has the Pavlovian effect on you.”
His grin widens. “Oh, you do, Kitten. You do.”
He stalks towards me, and I put my hand up. “No. Absolutely not. I’ve already showered, and did my hair, and I am not starting all over again.”
Kerr drops to his knees in front of me, pulling on the ties of my robe and peeling open the sides. “Just a taste.”
I suck in my breath and let him push my hips back to the countertop, lifting my left leg onto the padded stool that sits at my makeup counter. Sweet Jesus, I can’t tell me them no. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to deny them?
He pushes back my labia and pops out my clit, licking and sucking on the little bud that has been perpetually aroused for the last ten days. “I love worshipping your pussy, Kitten.”
“And she loves you worshiping her.” I toss my head back, giving myself over to his talented tongue.
O’Dell walks in behind him, takes one look at Kerr on his knees in front of me, and shakes his head. “You’re going to make us late, dickhead.”
Kerr flashes him his middle finger and continues to tongue and suck on my clit. I breathe heavy and grip the edge of the counter. My newest tactic is doing everything I can to not let them know I’m closed to coming, because I know if they know, they will stop.
But my men are smart, and they always know when I’m close.
Kerr leans back on his heels and wipes his face clean. “Fucking delicious.”
I don’t even complain anymore when they stop, knowing bitching will only make them drag it out longer.
O’Dell smiles at me. “You look beautiful, Cupcake.”
I close my robe and blush. These guys can talk about painting my body in their cum and it doesn’t bother me, but a genuine compliment and I’m blushing like a schoolgirl. “Thank you, but I don’t know what to where.”
“Actually, that’s what I came in here for.” He offers me his hand, beckoning me to him.
Of course I give him my hand. I will never not come to or for him when he asks. We walk into the bedroom where a dress is laid out on the bed.
“What is this?” I pick up the shimmery metallic lightweight material.
“Dem and I picked it out while we were out earlier today. Do you like it?”
I hold up the floor length dress with slits up the sides that go almost to my hips. The neckline is cut low, and the material is shiny and stretchy in a blue green material. Not teal, but literally blue in one direction and green in the other, like an iridescent paint job on a high-end sports car.
“It doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination.” I frown.
“It’s perfect for the club. Sexy, but not too inviting.” O’Dell says.
Kerr agrees. “Yeah, we don’t want to kill someone on our first night.”