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“I know you like to wear kindergarten clothing, but tonight you’re our queen,” I tell her. “And we want to show you off.”
She blushes again and catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror, eyes widening. Her hair has been mussed from being taken out of its clip, so it’s framing her face now. And the dress hugs her in all the right places, showing off her assets like it was made to do. It’s backless, with a high halter neckline and thin straps that twist around her neck.
“You look amazing,” Dominic says in a low voice.
Sienna squirms under our praise. It’s so damn fun to watch her as she tries to hide the way our praise makes her light up.
I sling my arm around her, pulling her to me before leaning down to kiss her neck, the three of us leading her down the stairs.
“I can barely keep myself from ripping this dress off you right now,” I whisper into her ear.
Bastian steps closer as well. “You’re nothing but a slut, aren’t you?” He moves his hand so he can bring her face up to look him in the eyes. “A good little slut, just for our enjoyment.”
Sienna’s eyes fill with tears at our words and something primal stirs inside me.
“We should see how willing the slut is to behave herself now,” I say to my brothers. “Get on your knees.”
Sienna looks up, seeking mercy from us but we don’t budge. Slowly, she sinks to her knees, which pulls a smile from Bastian.
9
SIENNA
The air feels more chilly in the skimpy clothes I’m forced to wear. The living room is dim with only a couple of lamps turned on, and I’m on my knees on the laminate wood floor. Bastian is seated on their worn couch, the other two hovering near him, flanking me on either side.
There’s a challenge in Bastian’s eyes, as though daring me to protest. I want to fight back, to tell him that I take orders from no one, but the competitive part of me wants to show him that I’m not afraid.
Fear and desire wage war inside me as I lick my lips and stare at the bulge in his jeans. I reach out my hands and pull down the zipper, opening it enough to slip his thick, heavy cock out and wrap my hand around it. It smells musky, with a hint of spice.
Leaning forward, I’m about to wrap my lips around the tip when my hair is yanked back unceremoniously.
“You didn’t think we were gonna make it easy on ya, did you?” he asks. I try to move forward again but his grip tightens.
“Two taps means stop,” Caleb says, far too calm for this entire situation. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out. Yes, just like that. Good girl.”
Bastian lays his cock on my tongue and I slowly inch forward, trying to take it down while his hand is still fisted in my hair.
“You’re doing so well, little girl,” Caleb croons.
I’d never been praised like this before, and most definitely not by men as attractive as the three in front of me. Caleb’s words go straight to my core and fill my mouth with saliva. I realize the stupid thong has gone damp and horror washes over me—being bossed around is getting me off.
“Move your head slow, like this,” Bastian says, demonstrating with his hands. I try to copy him and take him further down, nearly gagging. It’s too big, too much and some saliva drips out the side of my mouth.
“Slow down,” Dominic orders. “Breathe through your nose. Have you ever done this before?”
I half shrug, mouth still wrapped around Bastian’s cock.
“You’re a quick learner,” Bastian groans as my tongue flicks the underside of his shaft, rubbing along the vein there.
My eyes water as I try to push down further, but Bastian’s large hand strokes across my forehead, encouraging me to keep going. It’s cold but I feel as though my entire body is on fire with how warm I feel, as though someone cranked the heat in the house on high.
“That’s it, keep going,” Bastian says, his voice husky as he reaches around the neck of my dress to yank the ties open.
In seconds, Dominic is there, pulling the top of the dress down, plunging his hand into the lacy material of my bra. A moan escapes me as his fingers tug at my nipple, the peak stiffening with the rough contact.
Oh God. I’m getting turned on by this. My thong sticks to me as I shift around, trying to relieve some of the pressure on my knees while I keep moving my head at a steady pace. Dominic’s fingers tease my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as I continue to move on Bastian’s cock. Anothernoise escapes me and I want to move my hand down to relieve the incessant throbbing between my thighs.
Bastian’s hand in my hair loosens for a moment, his hand stroking through the strands. “Stop,” he orders. His cock slips out of my mouth and I stare up at him, wondering if I’m doing something wrong.
