CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

LUCY

It's not so much about making him suffer, okay, it is a bit, but it's more about making a consequence for his actions benefit us. Normally the guys are the ones bending everything to suit their sexual desires, but for once we'll have the chance to take control, and even though that thought freaks me out, because I'm definitely not a ‘control in the bedroom' type, I'll give it my best shot. Stella's right, Mav should have to make it up to us. He broke our hearts when he left, especially when we'd just solidified things with a damn engagement.

"He looked like he just got told he's going to be sacrificed or something. Are you sure about this?" I ask Stella, as we get ready to go on a little shopping trip, and not just for wedding things. Oh no, my devious ‘sister wife' has all kinds of stuff in mind, and I'm going to defer to her superior knowledge, because I was a virgin until we met these guys.

"We've had to do all kinds of things to please him, to please all of them. I just think it's worth showing them that we choose to be their sluts, because we could easily turn them into ours."

Holy shit… is my best friend a closet Domme? I could totally see her in leather, with a whip in one hand.

"Peanut, why are you backing away from me? I'm not saying I want to do that stuff to you. We already had our little experimentation, and the ultimate goal is the same right now. Get Mav where we want him."

I grab my jacket and slip it on. "You mean you really think he'll beg for one of the guys to fuck his ass? I guarantee you he'll tolerate anything we do, without ever begging for that. He's really not into men."

Stella giggles as she opens the door. "Maybe, maybe not, but I can't wait to see what happens. It's time to turn the tables on him and repay some of the hurt he caused us."

I grab her arm. "We're actually going to hurt him? I didn't sign up for that, Stel."

She sighs, patting my cheek. "You can be adorably innocent sometimes, Lucy. Never lose that."

I feel like I was just insulted, but she did it so sweetly, so I just shrug and go with it. The guys are ready and waiting by the front door, so off we go on a once in a lifetime shopping trip we'll probably all never forget. Or is it what comes after that we'll never forget?

MAV

I watch out the window as they drive away, wishing I was going with them, but apparently, I need sleep before hell night. Yes, I've deemed it hell night because I don't know what our women have planned, but somehow, I don't think it's good. It's punishment. Do I deserve this? Maybe. I was a complete dick, only thinking about myself. Still. Wait on my goddamn knees? What the fuck?

I pace the bedroom, running my hands through my hair as I contemplate a way out of this. Would they really ask me to leave if I don't comply? No. I couldn't do that. No matter what it is these little vixens want, I'll give it to them. Obviously, I'll hate every second of it, but it'll be worth it. And then when this night is over, they'll get it far worse than they give me. Payback's a bitch. I snort at myself as I begin to relax, because how bad can it be? My women don't know a damn thing about being dominant. They'll probably tie me up while they ride my cock. Oh yes, ladies, punish me.

SEBASTIAN

Gage and I stayed far back as the women shopped for their dresses. Then of course came the argument about who would pay. Eventually Gage won the fight on that, but Stella wouldn't let him near the register, because she was insistent neither of us were allowed to see the dresses, so she took his black Amex in a huff and stormed to the register. She doesn't normally fight about money anymore, but for some reason she wanted to pay for it, I don't know why, but I knew the entire time Gage would never allow it. I have a funny feeling though, when the women find out he got into their advertising accounts, and swapped their credit cards for his, neither will be quiet about it.

Gage and I stand with a little distance, as requested from our women as they peruse the sex shop. Planet Sex is four floors of adult fun. Everything you could ask for, and many things you most definitely wouldn't ever ask for. Urethral Sounding Rod? Yeah, I don't fucking think so. As Stella grabs them like she's actually considering it, I feel for Mav. I'm not sure if he knows what he's in for, but I think it's going to be intense.

Stella looks completely at home here, not an ounce of shyness, while I don't think the blush has left Lucy's cheeks in the twenty minutes we've been here. Lucy gasps as she spots a toy named The Great American Challenge . According to the package, it's fifteen inches long, seven and a half pounds, and while it doesn't say it, the girth is monstrous.

Stella glances at Lucy with a giggle. "I sold one of those once."

All of our gazes snap to her with shock. "When were you peddling plastic dicks, baby?"

She shrugs like it's no big deal. "Years ago. I used to work in a sex shop in Old Town."

Lucy's eyes widen, almost to the point that she looks like the cutest cartoon character. "You've used this?" she whispers to Stella, even though it's just us on this floor at the moment.

She giggles again. "Umm no, Lucy. I definitely have not used one of these. I sold one to a guy though and asked if he wanted lube, but he said no, because, she makes air quotes, "my girl's a champ."

We all laugh as we move on to the strap-on section, and Stella rubs her hands together with excitement. "Here we go. Pink or purple, Peanut?"

Gage and I exchange a shocked glance, and I speak low to him, "They're going to fuck him in the ass?"

He chuckles with amusement. "He's a guy. It's kind of the only place to fuck him."

Mav is not going to like this. Not one bit. And two strap-ons? Are they both going to fuck him? I'm equally horrified and curious.

"Are we allowed to watch this tonight?"

Stella grins and turns to me, standing on her tiptoes, kissing me quickly. "Of course, Pretty Boy. You just don't get to touch us or him without permission."

That's fine with me. I don't have any plans of doing anything to Mav, even if he is okay with it, but this is definitely something I want to watch.

Stella opted for the pink strap-on, leaving the purple one for Lucy. I carry a shopping basket on my arm as they toss things in as they shop. Toys, including a vibrating cock ring, and a lot of lube. We've gotten quite the education over lubricant from our little expert. She insisted on silicone lube, because the asshole isn't self-lubricating like a pussy, and water-based will not last the way the one she chose will. It was kind of cute watching her school Lucy and us. Of course, we already knew about the differences, because as guys we know you only jerk off with the best. Lucy, however, clearly didn't know anything, but she was a virgin until Mav. Both Gage and I are stunned, and probably both hard as a rock, when Stella grabs the lingerie, she's planning for them to wear tonight.

Lucy grabs her arm. "Stel. No."

Stella gazes at her. "Give me one good reason why."

With unshed tears in her eyes, she admits to her friend, "I'll look like a fat cow."

Stella cups her cheeks affectionately and tilts her head back. "You will not. Lucy, you are beautiful, and that belly is beautiful."

She lowers her head and kisses her on the cheek. It's a sweet moment between our women and also hot. Before I was a little hard, but now I'm completely firm with a weeping dick. Fuck. These two make me crazy.

Gage appears to have the same reaction. "Can we go now?"

They both laugh and agree it's time to pay.

I don't think, if Mav knew exactly what they were thinking, he would have agreed to this. The sick part of me can't wait for his reaction, the other feels bad for him. I remember very well being adamant that no one was going in my ass. Ever. It's exit only , I said more than once. I would have bet any amount of money it was something I'd never do. Yet, if I'm honest with myself, I don't just enjoy it when Gage fucks me, I crave it. It's something I need. With all the action with our two women, sometimes we go too long without each other, and I become desperate for it.

GAGE

I make a mental note, don't ever truly piss off our women, because they've got a darker side to them, I did not expect. Especially Stella. If either of them gives in when Mav begs them to not fuck his ass, and I'm quite sure he will, it's going to be Lucy. The planning was all Stella. However, our other woman didn't exactly fight her other than with the lingerie. How Lucy even thinks she could not look stunning is beyond me. One of these days she'll realize we find her more appealing, not less, with that cute little bump.

I'm actually kinda proud of our ladies, because they're not letting him off the hook easily, but they're doing it in a way all of us can enjoy… well, maybe except Mav.

"If he saw all this shit," I murmur to Sebastian, not needing to finish my sentence, because we both know he'd be running for real this time.

"Do you think he's sleeping at all, or wondering what the fuck they'll do to him?" Sebastian replies, watching the girls prance merrily out of the store, and head back along the row of expensive boutiques. We follow, but stay a few feet behind, so we can give them at least the perception of freedom, and space, while in truth they have none.

"He's probably being a smug ass and figuring they won't be that mean, or he'll enjoy it all, but yeah, I'm not sure if he will allow himself to, even though I think if he peeled that fucking label off that he insists on wearing, he could expand his horizons."

"I don't think it's his horizons they plan on expanding, man. Still, I'm kinda intrigued to watch them," Sebastian gestures as they hurry into another store, and this time they hold up their hands to tell us to wait outside. We nod, but follow thirty seconds later, because we're not falling into that trap again. It's a jewelry store, and they're looking at rings. What the fuck? They didn't like the rings we got them? We share a look and head over to hear what they're up to. Are they exchanging them or something?

"Let me get this straight, you need five rings? This doesn't make any sense."

Lucy laughs breezily. "Yeah, it's easy, see, two bride versions and three groom ones. Stel, am I stuttering?"

Stella giggles, leaning on the counter to point at something. "Five of this one, three for men."

The smartly dressed girl they're addressing frowns with confusion, but let's face it, it's a huge fucking commission for her, so she should just get on with it.

"I'd need their ring sizes, I'm afraid. Rings aren't exactly generic. I can measure your fingers easily enough, but really I need to do the same with the grooms. Grooms, this is some kind of double wedding with a spare?" Ouch . That actually fucking hits me where it hurts. Hasn't that been my fear all along?

"We're two of the grooms," I say, standing beside our ladies, who gasp and cover the glass case, so we can't see the ring they chose.

"Dammit, Gage. You were supposed to wait outside!" I pet Stella on the head, which just earns me a smacked hand and a shiny new glare.

"Look, we don't have to look, baby, but she can measure our fingers, and Mav's hands are kinda like mine. If his doesn't fit right, we can force it on."

The teller gasps, shaking her head. "Never force it."

"That's not what she said," Lucy mutters before both our ladies start giggling. Sebastian steps up between them, a hand on each of their shoulders.

"Sorry if we're ruining a surprise, ladies, but this will be easier with our sizes, right?"

"Pretty sure they already know our sizes, baby."

The teller's eyes widen further, and she glances around the store, like she's looking for help.

I rest a palm on the glass counter, taking a second to read her name tag.

"Emily, is it? Look, Emily, this might sound weird as hell, but at the end of the day, you're getting a commission for five ring sales here. You want that commission, right?" She nods, like I knew she would, so I lift out my black Amex again and pass it to her.

"Charge them to this card, and take our measurements, and give us a ring sizer, and we'll phone in with his size. How's that?"

Her shoulders soften a little and she nods again, taking the card from me, while I dodge the glares of both our ladies. So I took control again, and I'm paying again. Sue me.

"Of course, sir. I'll just get the paperwork started."