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“I can sing?” She asked softly, needing to change the subject.
“Whenever you want and whatever club you want,” Garrick answered.
“So, no more being bossy?” She asked with a little smile.
“Oh, no, we’re still one hundred percent in charge and will redden your ass every time you step out of line.” Bastian clarified.
“And when you don’t,” Garrick added.
She slid off the table and threw herself into their arms. Feeling the safest she’d ever felt in her life.
“I love you both. So much.” She pressed her cheek into Garrick’s arm.
“We love you, too.” Bastian kissed the top of her head.
“Now, back to bed with you.” Garrick gently lifted her into his arms.
“I’m tired of bed. I can’t sleep anymore,” she argued.
“Don’t care,” Bastian called from behind Garrick as he carried her up the stairs. “Besides, no one said anything about sleeping.”
She looked over Garrick’s shoulder at Bastian’s wry smile and laughed.
“Well, so long as we’re not sleeping…”
EPILOGUE
Ariella
Three months later…
* * *
“Turn her over,”Garrick ordered Bastian. “I want her mouth.”
Ariella lay on the settee Garrick insisted she have in her permanent dressing room at Notes for this very reason. Her men wanted full access to her wherever and whenever they wanted. She considered herself lucky they at least had the dressing room soundproofed when they had it built. Having the other performers and staff hear her being ravished at all hours of the day or night wouldn’t be professional.
“You heard him. Get on your hands and knees.” Bastian stood up from his kneeling position between her legs.
“You’re going to ruin my makeup,” she teased as she moved into position, resting her elbows on the arms of the settee and leveling her mouth with Garrick’s cock, still wet from having been inside her pussy minutes ago.
“I hope so.” He grinned and fisted his hand in her hair. “Your hair, too.” He yanked her, pulling her face right onto his cock. She barely had time to part her lips before he shoved his thick cock past them and down her throat. She gagged, trying to pull back. It was useless. Garrick was in one of his extra possessive moods, and there would be no escaping him until he finished with her.
The next moment, Bastian thrust into her passage from behind, digging his fingers into her hips as he plowed into her. She moaned, the vibrations making Garrick groan.
“Fuck, Princess.” He rocked his hips, taking full control of her mouth, fucking it at his own pace. She relaxed into his control, into Bastian’s, too, as he fell in line with Garrick’s rhythm. She lashed her tongue beneath Garrick’s cock as he slid over it and reached to cup his balls. Bastian had taken his time teaching her how to squeeze him the way he loved. Garrick spent just as much time teaching her to take Bastian’s cock deep down her throat until her tongue could touch his balls.
Her men liked educating her, and she loved being their pupil.
But more than that, she enjoyed turning them on with a smile. A look, and they were chasing her down until Garrick scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder.
“Oh fuck.” Bastian fucked her harder, hitting the little bruise on her ass from the punishment Garrick gave her that morning. Who knew coming home late without calling from a night out with Keagan, her soon-to-be sister-in-law, would get him in such a mood?
“Touch yourself, Princess.” Garrick grabbed her hand and pushed it down. “Get yourself off for us.”
Her fingers glided over her wet, swollen clit, lighting a short fuse.
“I’m not waiting,” Bastian warned her as he hammered into her over and over again while Garrick fucked her mouth faster and faster.
