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6 MONTHS LATER
POE
Moving to Mariposa to be with the guys was the easiest decision I’ve ever made. The best, too. Chicago was my home for most of my life, but after college, when my friend had all scattered to the winds, there wasn’t much tying me there beyond habit and being a submissive at Club Sin. With everything that happened to me before I met Archer, Garen, and Felix, being at the club didn’t hold the same appeal as it once had.
Then after I met them and agreed to wear their collar, Club Sin simply wasn’t home any longer. Archer insisted we keep our memberships, so we’d have a place to head off to for playtime if life in the much smaller town of Mariposa gets too stifling, but so far, that hasn’t happened. No one around here blinks twice at me and my retinue of men.
Of course, the town and my coworkers at the guy’s company haven’t ever seen me quite as I am right now, either. We’ve been working up to tonight’s scene for months, and just knowing what’s going to happen has the gusset of my panties sodden in anticipation. The sound of the front door opening and closing, the electronic deadbolt sliding into place, is my cue.
I drop to my knees and wait, knowing instructions will be coming. My chin tips to my chest, restricting my line of vision to the length of their legs from the knees down. Felix’s brown loafers and navy pinstripe suit pants appear first. His hand strokes the furry ears on my headband before giving my head a gentle pat.
“I see we have a visitor today. What a cute one, too.” His feet move away, and another pair of shoes, another of my Sirs, square up in my line of vision. This shiny black pair of dress shoes are hallmarks of Archer’s GQ style.
His strong fingers cup my chin and lift my face to meet his stare. Love and affection shine so brightly back at me tears spike in my own eyes. This man is my protector and my safeguard. The meticulous leader who stands between me and anything that would hurt or scare me. He’s taken the time to help Garen and Felix work through every bit of lingering trauma from the accident that almost stole my kink forever.
“You’re going to be a good girl tonight, aren’t you, Princess? Let us play with you any way we choose to?”
I nod, too deep in the roleplay as their pet to form words.
“You’ll snap if you need to pause things. Understood?” Ever the custodian of my wellbeing, Archer is the reason my submission can be without hesitation or boundaries.
I nuzzle my face against the leg of his slacks before he moves away to prepare things. What things? I have no idea. I never know what to expect when it comes to playtime with Archer, only that he’ll ensure everything is precisely readied and in place where he wants it.
Garen moves up behind me, and I feel him clip the leash to my collar. A few weeks after I officially moved to Mariposa and into the home they’d been building to share as a quad, my men arranged a private collaring ceremony here in our home. Conveniently for them, the beautiful platinum and gemstone necklace locks at the nape of my neck and has rings along the base for them to attach bindings and, apparently tonight, a leash.
“Heel, little sub. Your master is waiting for you in the kitchen.” Garen’s tone promises pleasure and pain. I’ve learned to read him so well, and I know this has been a fantasy he’s craved. His plans for Felix and me are a mystery, but I expect I’ll be a puddly mess of satisfaction.
I crawl forward on my hands and knees. The floor is softened by the plush carpet runner I suspect Archer rolled out this afternoon. Too bad Garen will make sure I have marks and abrasions that will be constant reminders of tonight for days. All the preparation in the world won’t stop that.
In the kitchen, Felix watches my forward progress with lust on his face. He’s got a dish in one hand and a bottle of milk in the other. He’s frozen. As though the sight of the processional made by Archer, Garen and me has struck him to stone. Well, one part of him has definitely gone rock hard.
“You wanted a pet, man. You’re doing a piss poor job taking care of her. Left her off leash and wandering around in the foyer where there’s priceless decor she could knock over and break. Maybe, you should be the one on the leash.” Silky violence drips from Garen’s scolding words.
Felix shivers, and the same premonition quivers through me. Felix and Garen have played a bit here and there, always with me as Garen’s assistant in administering the sensations he wants Felix to endure. Sometimes, he has me bite and suck on the less dominant man until I’ve left marks all over him. Sometimes, he has me tease and grind all over him while he’s bound. The moment Garen releases the ties, a feral with lust Felix attacks me and ruts me so forcefully I have rug burns on my back the next day.
At all times, the roughness takes place under Archer’s watchful eye. He’s the master of my aftercare. A scene can be so intense I nearly black out, and every time, when I come back to myself, I’m in Archer’s arms. He puts my pieces back together with firm care, making love to me until all I recognize is the love they surround me in.
“Archer, would you hold the little sub’s leash while I address how sloppy Felix has gotten?” He hands the leather cord to Archer and moves to stand in front of Felix. Garen’s strong hands maneuver Felix to stand beside me then push the other man to his knees.
“Since Felix here couldn’t be trusted to even feed the naughty fox before getting distracted, I think we should feed them ourselves before we move on to the real purpose of tonight.” He gestures to Archer, and as though they’re of one mind, Archer moves in front of me and begins to undo his slacks. Garen does the same, moving to stand in front of Felix and dropping his charcoal gray slacks to his knees.
“Eyes here, Princess.”
I’m so distracted watching Garen ease the thick head of his cock into Felix’s mouth I nearly choke on Archer’s girth. Longer and thicker than both Garen and Felix, I think Archer likes to go last so he can feel the cum left behind by the others easing his way into me. Otherwise, he’s so big and meaty my much smaller body struggles to take him all the way.
My mouth doesn’t struggle, though. I’m so used to Archer fucking my face, I’m able to roll my eyes far enough to the side to see the blurry image of Garen mercilessly cramming his shaft down Felix’s throat. This is new. The two of them have never gone this far, and being here to be a part of it makes me feel even more cherished.
“I’m gonna fill that foxy little tummy of yours to take the edge off. Then I’m gonna fuck both your holes to get you all loose and warmed up for those two. You ready, Princess?” Archer’s voice takes on the rasp of near orgasm, and I relax my throat as much as possible. My jaw’s already sore from the rough way he’s fucking my mouth, but nothing compares to the ache in my princess parts. Knowing Archer’s going first, that he plans to split me wide for the others, sends pulses of anticipatory agony through my core.
The groans of all three men match my whimpers as Archer floods my mouth with his seed. My swallows to keep up draw him farther into my throat until it feels as if he’s pumping thick hot cum straight into my tummy. Felix moans beside me, his entire body slumped against Garen’s thighs. I reach out to grab his hand. His fingers twine with mine and pull me to him. I crawl to his side and wrap myself around him, the heat of Archer following me, turning us into a heap of lust.
Strong arms pull me to my feet and lead me to the playroom. My men have outfitted the space with enough toys and accessible furniture to ensure they can use my body in every manner imaginable. For tonight, Archer leads me to the chaise lounge. He sits and reclines back while Garen lifts me and positions me in a straddle over Archer’s hips.
“I expect you to ride him and not stop for anything. Am I clear, little sub?” Garen drops me onto Archer, trusting I’m wet enough to take him. He’s not wrong. I sink like a stone, taking Archer deep.
“One day, I’ll be in your ass like this, while those two take your pretty cunt. You won’t be able to move because you’ll be so stuffed full of cock.” His filthy words are only shared between those of us in this room. Beyond our quad, Archer’s a consummate professional who never sets a foot wrong.
In here? In me? He’s a dirty talker who knows his nasty talk drives my need higher and higher. I have no idea how what he’s promising is even possible, but my pussy throbs and aches just at the thought of trying.
