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Chapter 50
Meg
“This coffee is fantastic,” I say with a smile.
The guys and I have taken to having breakfast outside on the terrace.
The grounds of the mansion are just too gorgeous to ignore. I try to be outside as often as possible, at least until the winter months hit.
For now, it’s still summer, and my life is sunny. Every day with the guys is a new adventure. And every single night we utilize the sex room.
I’ve become more comfortable with the many varieties of toys in there. They don’t make me do anything that I don’t want to.
And yet, they’ve become the heroes of my life, introducing me to the ways and means of pleasure that I didn’t know were possible.
My mind has been blown by the various avenues in which I can achieve climax. Whether by handcuffs, kinky lingerie, or anything else that’s forbidden, I have come to know and understand myself as a sexual being.
In submitting to them, I’ve found my inner goddess. By allowing myself to be controlled, I’ve found the outer realms of bliss that were previously unavailable to me.
Sometimes I feel afraid and nervous, giving myself—body, mind, and soul—to these guys. But I have found them to be generous lovers, and they always take my pleasure into consideration first.
There’s no more of this “Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am” that was the extent of my sex life with Simon.
No, these guys, the Belcourt brothers, have shown me how the world can be...perfect.
With them, I feel more feminine than ever and more of myself than ever, too.
“Baby,” Matt says, taking my hand, “we know of your ever constant need for coffee. That’s why we had the espresso machine installed.”
He pulls me in for a kiss, and I let him. The feel of his lips on mine is sensual and yet now so familiar.
“I’m just glad you guys have taken to working from the mansion. I don’t know what I’d do if you disappeared into the city so often,” I say.
They toss each other knowing glances, and I always wonder what that means. What sort of messages do they exchange with each other behind my back?
As usual, I take my leave of breakfast so that I can go work out. It’s become a ritual and a steadfast part of my day. I love to do yoga by the pool and to run at least three miles.
“Bye, guys,” I say, kissing each of them on the cheek.
They know where I’m off to and aren’t concerned. I guess you can say living in the mansion has been the best thing for all of us.
They seem less stressed out by work than ever before. And now they’re more into me.
I walk through the house, wearing nothing but my silk negligée.
I take note of all the fresh flowers that have come in. I make sure the mansion is filled with all manner of orchids, roses, and lilies. I think fresh flowers bring a certain fragrance and fresh vibe to the place.
By now, the guys have set about building me my own wing of the house, complete with a master bathroom that includes all the bells and whistles. I have my own clawfoot tub to soak in and an infrared sauna to help me unwind.
My space, contrary to all the other rooms in the house, will be light and bright. I prefer white on white.
The construction workers have been installing marble floors in my area and making sure I have the biggest closet known to man.
I enjoy the fact that construction’s going on and that the house always seems to be humming with activity. There’s never a dull moment here. If we can’t go to the city, the energy of the city comes to us.
I go to my room, intending to change. But I stop in my tracks...
There’s a little black box sitting on my bed.
