Chapter 9

NINE

SEVEN

Give everybody a show .

I have to swallow hard against the bile in my throat.

I don’t want to give anyone a show. I don’t want to be somebody’s toy to be shown off. I don’t want to be the entertainment.

Caleb made it extremely clear where I stand, though, so I smile and press my ass against his crotch.

“What kind of show are you thinking, Master?” I ask flirtatiously, heat flooding my face. I hate that calling him Master turns me on this much even while I’m screaming inside—but I can’t change it, so I might as well lean into it.

Caleb leans in and kisses the side of my jaw. “I believe you were in the middle of getting fucked by Havoc when Vortex interrupted.” He trails his fingers down the length of my arm. “It seems rude to not let Havoc finish.”

I shiver.

Havoc makes an amused sound. “Sure, I’ll fuck him. I’ll loosen him up so much, he won’t even feel your cocks when I’m through.”

Vortex sneers at him. “Like that’s going to happen,” he mutters. “I doubt you can loosen him up much at all, you limp-dicked?—”

Caleb clears his throat in clear warning, and Vortex falters.

“Sorry, boss,” he says. He sounds contrite enough—probably because he doesn’t want to be kicked out of the room—but he still scowls in Havoc’s direction.

“There’s no need to argue,” I chide as sweetly as I can manage. “There’s plenty of me to go around.

Fuck.

It’s not like this is the first time I’ve had to service three men at once, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. Even the fact that all three men are, admittedly, hot as hell doesn’t really cut into that… fear and shame and utter misery.

Caleb strokes my jaw and makes a thoughtful sound. “Maybe the problem is that Vortex feels left out. If we get you on the bed, Havoc can fuck your ass while you suck Vortex. You’ll be stuffed full from both sides. How do you like the sound of that, Seven?”

I eye him warily. “You don’t want to fuck me?” I ask. Maybe me getting reamed by Havoc had made him less interested, but… No. That’s not right. He’s just playing at being an alpha male.

Well.

He’s not playing at anything. He is the alpha male in the room.

“I wouldn’t say no to getting another blowjob from him,” Vortex says gruffly.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Caleb says directly against my ear. “After you’re thoroughly exhausted from Havoc and Vortex. You’ll be loose and open for me, and you won’t be able to do anything but take me. I won’t even care if you come again.”

Havoc makes a choked sound, like he’s the one Caleb just whispered dirty talk to.

He’s not the only one who’s turned on by it. I have to bite back a whimper, and even Vortex seems to be getting steadily more interested. His hand is squeezing and massaging his own dick through his pants, and he meets my eyes.

“Yeah. I think he owes me,” Vortex says.

I nearly sputter in indignation. “Owe you?” I ask, incredulous. “For what? Interrupting my nice little fuck earlier?”

“For taking care of you after,” Vortex says, like he’d done anything more than take me to a room to make me shower before dragging me upstairs.

“Oh, come the fuck on,” I whine.

“And thank you for that, Vortex.” Caleb moves his hand to my stomach and lifts my shirt a few inches. “I believe we need you naked for this. Strip.”

My heart skips a beat.

I don’t want to strip down in front of any of them, let alone all three, and I freeze instead of obeying. I give a small shake of my head, my mouth going dry at the thought of all of them seeing the marks all over my body.

Caleb’s hand stills on my stomach. “But you weren’t naked earlier, either. Let’s simply pretend this is a continuation of that fuck.” He steps away from me. “On the bed, on all fours. Pants down. Let’s see how differently that confrontation could have gone.”

My breath is ragged as I quickly nod, grateful in ways that he has no right to make me feel. But I don’t want Vortex or Havoc to see the scars that only Caleb knows about.

Havoc would freak the fuck out on Caleb, and Vortex… I have no idea how he’d react. I don’t really want to find out.

I climb up onto the bed, then squirm out of my pants. My ass is still recovering from the spanking, hiding any other marks, and as long as no one slides my shirt up… I should be able to get through this in one piece.

I hear someone moving, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Vortex coming around the bed. He kicks off his shoes, but he doesn’t take his time getting onto the bed in front of me.

I glance behind me. Havoc looks between me and Caleb, scowling slightly. I don’t know if I want him to back out or not, but in the end, he approaches me and undoes his belt.

“Exactly like we did earlier?” Havoc asks, and there’s a challenge in his voice.

“No,” Vortex snaps. “This time, you’re going to use a fucking condom.” He unbuttons his slacks with more savagery than is necessary and yanks them down, his cock only half-hard as he shoves it into my face.

“A cond…” Caleb lets out an exasperated sigh. “I told you to take better care of yourself, Seven.”

Havoc barks out a laugh. “I didn’t agree to that. But sure, I’ll wrap up—if you’ve got a condom that’ll fit me.”

I can’t help but laugh, though there’s nothing amusing about all of this. They’re negotiating with each other over my body, and it feels too real. Too familiar. Like I just can’t escape, no matter how hard I try.

But I can lose myself in this. I’d been willing to fuck Havoc earlier, and Vortex isn’t bad either. Caleb… Well, I have so many mixed feelings about him that I don’t even know where to start making sense of them all.

I lean forward, taking Vortex’s thick cock into my mouth while they bicker over condoms. I’m just starting to get into it when I feel the press of another dick at my hole—Havoc’s, probably—and I groan around Vortex.

Vortex lets out a rumble of pleasure, encouraging me with a hand in my hair. “Good boy. Take it for me.”

My gaze flits over to Caleb. He sits down at the edge of the bed and smirks at me, but he doesn’t say anything about Vortex’s words. He does reach down to unbuckle his belt, though, and he pulls out his cock and begins stroking.

“Fuck, this was hotter in the bathroom stall,” Havoc says as he slides into my hole. The penetration is smoother than earlier, which means Caleb must have given him lube as well as the condom.

“You prefer dirty bathrooms over my clean bedroom?” Caleb asks mildly.

“Dirty? The place was fucking spotless.” Havoc pulls out and thrusts forward again, and I loosen my throat so I don’t choke on Vortex’s cock. “I liked hearing him cry out. Liked how rough it was.”

Vortex snorts in derision. “Of course you did.” He grips my hair more tightly before releasing his hold on it, eliciting a muffled cry from me as I suck him harder.

I can’t get into a rhythm with the way Havoc starts to fuck me, and I let him push me onto Vortex’s cock over and over, making sure my teeth don’t scratch him. I have a feeling Havoc might like that, but I don’t think Vortex would.

I tense when I feel Caleb’s hand on the back of my head, but he doesn’t force me down. It’s a gentle touch, and I glance at him with confusion.

Caleb smiles back at me. “Havoc, you didn’t even give Seven a reach-around? That’s poor manners.”

Havoc groans. “Had to prop him up against the stall door earlier. Whatever.” He lets go with one hand and grabs my cock, squeezing tighter than most men would find comfortable.

I like it, though, and I make another sound that has Vortex moaning and shoving harder into my mouth. I gag around him, for all I try not to, but he seems to like that, too.

“Fuck,” Vortex says, breathless. “His mouth is so good, boss.”

“I’m aware,” Caleb answers with amusement. He traces my lips around Vortex’s cock. I never thought my lips were an erogenous zone but another spike of pleasure fills me.

It helps that Havoc is still stroking my cock roughly while he pounds into me, and Vortex pulls back enough so that I can breathe easier.

This is different from how things were back then. They aren’t just taking their pleasure from me.

They want me to feel good too.

I don’t know what to make of that. It’s so unfamiliar, and even with the fact that there are three of them, it’s overwhelming in a good way instead of a way I’ve always dreaded.

Vortex is staring down at Caleb’s hand, and I can’t tell if he’s disgusted or aroused by the feeling of those fingers carefully touching my lips where they’re stretched around his cock.

“Who’s going to last the longest?” Caleb asks, still amused. “We should bet on it.” He moves to stroke the curve of my ear. “The winner will take Seven on a date.”

That makes me stop sucking Vortex’s cock and stop trying to fuck against Havoc’s hand.

A date?

A fucking date ?

Vortex grunts. “If anyone’s gonna wine and dine him, it’s gonna be me,” he asserts.

Havoc laughs and digs his fingers into my hips. “Good luck with that, asshole. I could go all night.”

At any other time, their posturing would make me roll my eyes, but I’m torn between too stunned by the idea of it and too horny to care.

I start to pull off of Vortex’s cock to comment, but he grabs my hair and pushes me back in place. I obediently start to suck again, even as Havoc’s fingers press hard enough against my hips that they’re going to leave bruises.

I want them to.

“I know Vortex enjoys drag shows, but where would you take him on a date, Havoc?” Caleb asks. He strokes my back through my shirt as he speaks. “We have a variety of shows every week. I’ll even be nice and comp you one, if you win.”

Havoc laughs and thrusts into me even harder. “Yeah? I want to see that sexy circus. It’s not just the ladies that get mostly naked, right?”

“No,” Vortex says, the first thing he’s said that isn’t outright hostile since Havoc arrived. “Fuck, Seven. Just like that.” He pushes me down harder, and for all that I swallow against it as he starts to fuck my throat, I still end up gagging around him. It makes him groan, but he lets me back up almost immediately.

The brief lack of air made me tighten my hole, and Havoc moans in response. He quickens his pace, which makes me think he’s on the edge already.

So much for being able to go all night.

I glance up at Vortex, and judging from his expression and the way his cock is twitching in my mouth, he’s close too.

I could probably hurry one or the other along. I just have to decide who I want to go on a date with.

Or I could try my best to make them both come at the same time, just to watch them bicker about who came faster by a hair.

Deciding on that, I clench my hole around Havoc even as I suck Vortex back into my throat, spitroasting myself between the two of them as I work to get them both off. Caleb is still stroking my back, which feels so strange considering what’s going on just beneath his hand.

“Fuck!” Havoc growls, gripping me even harder. He starts jerking my cock off with real purpose, and suddenly I’m on the verge of coming too.

It’s uncomfortable and strange and fucking hot, too, even though I don’t normally like being at the center of scenes like this. How can I not like this, though? They both feel so good, and I feel powerful in a way I rarely do. I get to decide when they come. Not them.

Not even Caleb.

Me.

I suck harder, and Vortex lets out a strangled sound right before he comes. I swallow and take in all of him while clenching my ass. Havoc cries out and slams into me even harder, his hips jerking several times as he furiously works my cock with his hand.

I come, crying out around Vortex’s cock as he starts to pull out. I chase him with my mouth, sucking hard and refusing to let him past my lips until I’ve drained every drop of his cum.

Then I collapse onto the bed, breathing hard as both Vortex and Havoc pull out.

Caleb is still stroking my back, something I’m keenly aware of.

“Nicely done. But who won?” Caleb asks, drawing me into his lap. I groan, my ass sore, but I let him even though I don’t know that I’ll be able to give him a good time anymore.

“I won,” Havoc says, rolling onto his back. “Clearly.”

“They came at the same time,” I mumble, resting my head against his chest. “Or pretty much. I couldn’t tell with the condom.”

Vortex pulls his pants back up, zipping them and buttoning them, then climbs off the bed. “So what now?” he asks Caleb.

“Now, I fuck Seven, just as I promised.” Caleb rolls a condom onto himself, then encourages me to lift my hips. I have to brace myself on him with how unsteady my limbs are, and as soon as he’s lined up, I sink down again.

Fuck, he’s not bigger than Havoc, but with how sore I am, I can really feel him. The position means he gets really deep into me too.

I’m so oversensitive, I don’t know if I can handle fucking myself on him.

“Caleb…” I murmur, my face pressed against his shoulder. “It’s too much.”

“It isn’t,” Caleb reassures me. “You’re doing well for me, pet. I love how languid you are.”

That’s a good thing, because while my recovery time is fast, it isn’t this fast. “Can’t promise a great fuck,” I warn him, nipping at his shoulder through the expensive fabric of his shirt.

Vortex and Havoc are watching, but I’m too overstimulated to really care about the audience.

“It’s a great fuck,” Caleb reassures me, rolling his hips and forcing my ass up just enough before pushing me right back down. I’m essentially a toy in his lap, nothing but a fucksleeve?—

But he nips at my ear, and murmurs, “Good pet,” and my body flushes even hotter.

I like the sound of it coming from his lips. I like being told that I’m doing well, even though I’m really doing nothing at all. He’s just using me, and it feels so good that I think I could get hard again if he keeps doing it.

I’m surprised when he comes soon after, and downright disappointed when I feel his cock slip out of me.

I whine, clinging harder to him.

“Shh.” Caleb sets me down on the bed before getting up. I miss his warmth instantly, but Havoc slides into the space in front of me, and Vortex wraps an arm around me from behind.

“Hi,” Havoc whispers.

I giggle at how ridiculous this seems in retrospect. “Hi,” I echo. “Happy now that you got to come?” I should feel resentful, probably, or annoyed, but instead… I’m just amused—and sated.

Havoc wrinkles his nose. “Yeah. But I think it’s a bad sign I essentially slept with the boss on my first day of work.”

From across the room, Caleb snorts in amusement. “You did not sleep with me. And it’s not your first day of work. You don’t start until next week.”

Vortex tries to pull me closer to him, and I feel like he and Havoc are trying to play tug of war with me as the rope.

“Ungh” is all I can come up with, though. Silence settles over the room, then I say, “Does that mean Havoc can’t fuck me again after next week?”

“Yes,” Vortex growls.

“Nope. That was my hiring bonus. I get to fuck Seven,” Havoc interjects. He tries to pull me against his chest, but Vortex holds tight. “Anyway, I won that date, too.”

“You did not win that date,” Vortex says. “Fuck off.”

“Oh my god,” I lament. “I am not a fucking chew toy.” I look up, trying to track Caleb’s position and movements. “Who does get to fuck me? I guess you’re going to tighten the leash now.”

Or the noose, depending on how I want to look at it.

Caleb continues changing into a new suit. “Is three men not enough for you?” He gives me a strange look. “I’m not a jealous man, like I said. But I do want to avoid trouble. So let’s keep things between this little group.”

“Boss,” Vortex begins, only to cut himself off almost immediately.

“Anyway, unlike everybody else here, I do still have work to do.” Caleb spritzes some cologne onto himself. “Vortex, make sure to escort Havoc out within the hour. Seven, let me know who won the bet so I can arrange the tickets for you.”

“I have no idea,” I tell him. I can’t help myself, though, continuing, “I guess they’re just going to have to share. You can afford three tickets, right?”

“I’m not going on a date with him ,” Havoc immediately says. “It’s me and Seven only.”

“I am not going to argue with you about this,” Vortex growls. “For fuck’s sake, fine. We’ll both take him on dates. He can pick who he likes more after that.”

I roll my eyes, deciding to let them continue their cat fight around me while I try not to laugh.

“Fine.” Caleb shakes his head, but I think I see a small smile. “Oh, and Nacho is going to the vet on Monday.” He glances over at Havoc. “That can be the first errand you run for me.”

I really do laugh then. “Havoc is your errand boy?”

Vortex snickers, which I think is very mature of him, but he doesn’t comment.

“He is a general do-what-the-boss-wants person,” Caleb corrects. “I promise not to abuse that.”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck off or you’ll be the next superior I beat to a pulp,” Havoc grumbles.

“So you really did that?” I ask, curious. I’d half thought he was just saying that before.

He shrugs. “Guess I did. It’s what it says on my background check.” He closes his eyes, and it’s clear that it’s a sore subject.

“You may enjoy a nap, but the only person I want to see in my rooms when I get back is Seven.” Caleb finishes tying his tie.

“What if I don’t want to be here?” I ask.

Havoc’s eyes pop open and he peers at me intensely, but he doesn’t say anything.

“I am usually awake until two a.m.,” Caleb says. “I’m sure you can manage to find your way back here by then.”

I grumble but settle back down, sighing.

“Shouldn’t you go back to work?” I ask Vortex. “Isn’t that what you were doing before?”

“Boss said I could nap,” Vortex says smugly. “That means I’m gonna take a nap, right here, even if it does mean I have to deal with this asshole too.”

“Out within the hour,” Caleb repeats as he leaves the room. The door shuts behind him.

“Is he always such an overbearing prick?” Havoc asks.

“In my general experience?” I reply. “Yeah, pretty much. He gets off on the power struggles or whatever.”

Which makes him no different from any of the other rich assholes who took what they wanted out of my ass.

“He’s not an overbearing prick,” Vortex says. “He’s just the boss, that’s all. Now shut up. I want a nap.”

Havoc grumbles and drapes an arm over me, careful to avoid Vortex’s hand.

I should feel trapped between them.

But actually, it’s kind of nice.

I yawn and close my eyes, finally giving my sore body the rest it needs.