Chapter Twenty-One

Odette

W yatt’s lips pressed against my temple in a gentle kiss as he attempted to escape from his bed without waking me. Little did he know that his alarm woke me; I just didn’t have the energy to open my eyes yet. No matter how often I was awakened at an absurd hour, I’d never be a morning person.

Cracking my eyelids open, I followed Wyatt with my eyes as he tiredly and shirtlessly entered his bathroom.

That caught my attention. I propped myself up on my elbows to get a better view.

His sandy hair was disheveled and cow-licked from sleep. His shorts hung low on his hips, revealing a dangerous amount of his V-line. I wanted to trail that line with my tongue until I ended up with his dick down my throat.

The light in the bathroom was dimmed, gentle on our sleepy eyes. He turned on the shower and brushed his teeth in front of the mirror while waiting for the water to heat up.

It was unfair that the mirror saw him with his morning sexy so often. Morning sexy was different from day and night sexy. It wasn’t really in how he looked; it was more of a coziness that accompanied morning sexy. They all had it. I wasn’t usually awake enough to admire or act on it.

Thankful that Aiden and Niko had finally fixed the water heater, I snuck out of bed to brush my teeth in my own bathroom.

After Sunday, I swore I’d never have sex or an orgasm again. It seemed silly now, but I couldn’t even go to the bathroom or clean myself without trembling from how sensitive I was. Every time I sat down yesterday, I felt a throbbing between my legs.

Two days had passed, though, and unlike my fading love bites, my libido was revived. My pussy was still a bit tender, and my inner thighs were sore from all the positions they had me in. Even with the discomfort, I wanted him.

I also craved the lightheadedness that came with sex. My life was stupidly stressful—the kind of stress I couldn’t do anything about. Only time could get me through this phase, and I couldn’t make the clock move any faster. So... my form of stress relief was them.

They always knew what to do. I didn’t just mean sex (although they were more than skilled in that category). They had a miraculous ability to chase my problems away without even trying. They effortlessly made me forget the world outside of this house. It was our cozy little bubble, and I loved it. Even with every sharp thing threatening to pop it, they wouldn’t allow anything to penetrate our bubble.

After I brushed my teeth, I tip-toed back to Wyatt’s room to surprise him in the shower. My plan didn’t go past joining him and seducing him, but I was eager to see how things would play out.

Giddiness filled me, knowing that he’d be pleased. I loved making them happy and seeing the approval on their faces and the praise in their tone... God, nothing made my brain turn to mush more than knowing they were pleased with me.

Reesia would call it Daddy issues, but I prefer the terms ‘seeking validation’ or ‘fishing for compliments.’ I’d even go as far as to admit that I was slightly narcissistic over admitting to having Daddy issues. Either way, I was shamelessly a complete whore for their attention—and they didn’t mind. In fact, they preferred my clinginess.

The bathroom was fogged with steam, warming my chilled body and ushering me further into the shower. As stealthily as possible, I opened the far end of the curtain and stepped into the shower behind Wyatt. In hindsight, it was slightly creepy how easily I snuck in, which just showed how groggy he still was.

With a sleepy grin across my lips, I snaked my hands slowly around his ribs, hugging his bare back to my naked front. The water running down his body heated my skin as I stuck to him like glue, practically stealing his warmth.

“Good morning,” I purred before placing a lingering kiss between his shoulders.

He shivered at my touch, but only briefly before he caressed my arms and relaxed. “It is now,” he murmured. I loosened my arms as he turned to face me, then re-latched when we were chest to chest. “Couldn’t sleep?” He questioned in a teasing tone, both of us aware of my intentions.

His eyes were everything calm and serine, making my nerves melt away with the water. The bathroom light was dim, complimenting the mood. One of his hands rested low on my back, dipping down every few seconds to fondle my ass. The other ran through my quickly dampening hair.

My head tilted to the side in false innocence. “Something like that,” I responded in a hushed voice. My eyelashes dampened with a few drops that splashed off his shoulder as I looked up at his lips.

“Oh yeah?” He rasped. “No other reason for you to join me at such an early hour?” He gave my ass a squeeze.

My core clenched at the sinful tone of his voice, and I found it difficult to focus on anything but his lips. I wanted them against mine, against me, anywhere and everywhere—I didn’t care. His dick hardened against my stomach, leaving me wordless as my mouth watered.

Without a second thought, I allowed my body to take control. I stood on my toes, crashing my lips to his in an instant. Wyatt wasn’t surprised by my abrupt attack on him; he was more than prepared as he pressed me impossibly closer to him. My whole body desperately curved into his as I moaned into his mouth.

His teasing tongue licked my lips, and I parted them, eager to taste him. He hummed in delight before his grip on my breast hardened in a painful twinge. I was shoved back, both of us stumbling over each other as he pushed my back against the cold tile wall.

I didn’t have time to comprehend the movement or compose myself before his hands were all over me again, rougher than before. My hands were pinned over my head, his tongue tangled with mine, and his other hand between my thighs.

“Feeling bold this morning, are we?” He husked against my lips. His gruff voice was a telltale sign for Hyde. Before I could respond, two fingers slid into me and curled. “Maybe we should make you ask for permission before touching us. We wouldn’t want you to get greedy now, would we?” He smirked.

Our lips kept brushing against each other as he spoke, and I moaned. My brain began to fog, mirroring the air around us. I shook my head, disliking the whole permission idea. I wasn’t bold enough to seduce them with words. In fact, I was lacking in the sultry dirty talk department. It made me feel silly whenever I tried, even if they seemed to enjoy it. When it came to touch, though... well, I wasn’t as shy about that.

A devilish gleam sparkled in his dark eyes before he added a third finger. My core clenched and flexed around him as I arched off the wall. I moved to kiss him again, but he stayed just out of reach, toying with me.

“You’d get so good at begging,” he continued as if I wasn’t struggling against him. “Even with your tight pussy stretched with my fingers, you’re desperate for a kiss,” he chuckled.

My cheeks flushed at the irony of it. It wasn’t a secret that my mouth was a bigger slut than my pussy—and that was saying a lot. I couldn’t explain it; I just loved kissing. If he wanted me to beg, even for a simple kiss, I would. “Kiss me again... please,” I whispered.

His gaze darted to my lips as he leaned in. My lids fluttered shut as I felt him brush his lips against mine. I was leaning as far forward as possible with his hands pinning me to the wall. His hand movement slowed before exiting me. I whimpered at the lack of release, but my breath caught when I felt the full press of his lips against mine and the tip of his dick against my pussy.

My hands were released, and I immediately wrapped my arms around his shoulders, deepening the kiss. “Jump,” he ordered while placing a firm hand on the back of my thigh. Any fears of slipping on the wet tile like I usually would have faded away as I blindly trusted him. My legs wrapped around his waist as he held me, once again pressed against the wall.

Hot water cascaded between us but never once interrupted the now sloppy, wet, and slow make-out. Wyatt’s biceps flexed as he aligned his dick against me again. With a gentle bite on my bottom lip, he pulled away.

It took me a few seconds to open my eyes again. When I did, I was met with his piercing blue ones. An eternity of three seconds passed by as he studied my face before slowly sliding into me.

Both of us released a moan. He was so handsome, I couldn’t look away even if I tried. Although I was hot in every way possible, my skin pricked with goosebumps as an unfamiliar feeling washed over me.

Maybe it was the lighting, the warmth and comfort of the water, or the sun that had yet to make an appearance. Somehow, in this moment, the way he was looking at me, the way I watched him... the eye contact was more intimate than anything else happening between us.

There was an unspoken something. An agreement, a feeling, perhaps a promise. Whatever it was, we both felt it. His Hyde was gone, and I felt like my walls crumbled around him.

What began as a spontaneous fling in the shower became something much more passionate. Something vulnerable and scary.

Forcing my eyes to close, I broke the tension that surrounded us. I could have stayed in that moment forever if I weren’t a coward. Instead, I focused on the feeling of him inside me and how I could feel every ridge of his piercings as he fucked me.

“This is exactly what I needed,” he husked. My arms supported most of my weight as he used my hips as handles, pushing and pulling me against him. “You’re such a good girl for coming in here, aren’t you?”

Cascades of whimpering moans tumbled from my lips. I nodded eagerly. I glanced down. “I know you wake up with one of... those,” I stumbled to explain. “I figured I’d g-give you a proper send-off before work. Or maybe I’m just a slave to my own urges—”

“You will be.” His words were a promise, and the growing smirk on his lips made me tremble. “That’s just how we want you. Behind that beauty and innocence, your thoughts will be of this,” he thrust into me harshly, and I cried out in pleasure, probably waking the rest of the house. “Dependent and aching for us to touch and fuck you as we please. Wet and ready for us whenever and wherever we want.”

His words should have intimidated me, but another wave of liquid spilled onto his dick. My pussy squeezed around him as I felt my orgasm build with each thrust. “Deeper,” I moaned, feeling him holding back, probably mindful that I was still sore from Sunday.

His mouth turned into a corrupt smile as if I’d provoked him. Once again, Hyde was out to play, like a flip was switched. It seemed I was getting the best of both of him this morning.

His hands traveled from my hips up my arms, where he made me let go of him. My legs tightened around him. He turned our bodies, placing my hands high in the air behind me until I felt a ledge. The sill where the thick tile met the wall was rough, but I held onto it. My torso stretched when he stepped back, placing his hands on my hips again. “Don’t let go,” he growled.

He was putting a lot of faith in my noodle arms to support my upper body.

The hot water fell on my stomach, and I looked through it where I could see everything, including the bulge in my belly where his monster buried itself. I gawked at the inches that weren’t inside me and instantly regretted my demand.

The entirety of my hips and some of my ass were in his massive hands as he jerked me down on him. My eyes welled as I cried out. His movements didn’t falter as he wrecked my insides, thrusting into me deep and hard. “It’s too much,” I whimpered, clenching my hands around the rough edge of the tile.

“Shut up and take it ,” he seethed. His lustful gaze was locked on my body as groans rumbled in his throat. His grip would leave bruises on my ass—I was sure of it.

My bottom lip caught between my teeth as I fought an orgasm, knowing it would overtake and shatter me. Maybe dreamy wasn’t the right word to describe him, but I was enthralled by him. The water glistened off his abs and biceps, making his tanned skin glow in the dull light and steam. He was the picture of sex, beauty, and dominance.

My hands twitched, and I suddenly had the feeling he’d planned this position to torture me. I wanted to run my hands through his wet hair, feel every muscle in his chest and shoulders... God... his cock was buried inside me, and I still craved more.

A rough hand ran up my soft flesh, cupping my breast before it gripped my cheeks, drawing my attention away from his body and to his face. My lip was pulled from my teeth and replaced by his thumb. Wyatt gently teased my mouth with it, pressing down and stroking my tongue. “You look so pretty like this,” he mumbled. “I can feel you squeezing around my cock, Baby. I know you’re trying so hard to hold it for me, aren’t you?” He smirked.

Legs and arms shaking, I frantically nodded. “Please!” I cried as more tears spilled. “I-I can’t hold it,” I warned.

His thrusts got faster, and my head spun. All my focus went into not cummimg. He was literally exercising it out of me like it was a demon, and I was possessed.

My mind went blank as the haze finally took over, and I lost all control. “Fuck Daddy, I’m cummimg!” I shrieked. My legs tightened around his body so fiercely I was surprised he didn’t groan in pain.

His dick twitched before his thrusts got sloppy, and his moans and mine echoed off each other. He jerked my body away and caught me as my arms fell. He kept thrusting up into me, pouring wave after wave of cum into me. “Fuck, I don’t think I can stop,” he whimpered, almost as if he was in pain.

With a thick fog around my brain, I was very confused and didn’t think much of his words. Until he slammed my back against the tile shower and continued fucking me thoughtless. “Oh fuck Baby, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whimpered again, on the verge of overstimulation.

My eyes widened, and my lips parted. My orgasm had barely finished, and now, another was quickly approaching. “Again?!” I all but screamed.

His jaw was clenched, his expression full of pleasure and pain? “I’m still—shit Baby, you’re making me cum so hard,” he said through his teeth.

It was then that I noticed how wet I felt between my thighs, and not from the water... or my own cum. My eyes widened. “Oh my God, is this normal?” I panicked, seeing a train of milky cum spilling from me down the drain. It had been almost a minute until he finished, and he wasn’t finished.

Cum was fountaining out of him, and I was oddly flattered—although I felt bad that it pained him.

The sheer amount of cum that was in me lit me on fire. I was so full of his seed that it was gushing from me with each of his thrusts.

“No!” He answered through strained pants. His eyes were squeezed shut, trying to force himself to stop.

His thrusts were careless and sloppy, my ass clapped against the tile with each movement. He was jerking into me with impulse, and his involuntary movements were a slave to his body. It was animalistic and beyond sexy. Just when he finally began to breathe normally again, I came for the second time.

Exhausted and shaking, my limbs went limp. My legs detangled themselves from around him, but he didn’t let me stumble. “Woah,” I panted along with him.

That was one hell of a ‘good morning’ wake-up call.

Wyatt’s eyes met mine as he composed himself. “Fuck,” he breathed. “I’m sorry Baby, I don’t know where that came from,” he kissed my forehead. “You alright?”

That was the understatement of the year. Another orgasm definitely wasn’t expected, but I’d never complain about that. “Are you ?” I giggled.

His eyebrows raised in amusement before he laughed. He glanced between us, where he was still buried inside me. “I’m in a steamy shower with the world’s most beautiful woman. You’re naked and happy, and my balls have never been emptier. Yes, Odette, I’m more than alright,” he teased.

I couldn’t argue with that. The temperature of the room and two orgasms already reddened my skin, but if it wasn’t already hot, he would have noticed a blush. “Are you running late now?” I questioned, shifting when he pulled himself out of me. I tensed as the strange sensation of load after load of his cum spilled from me.

He smirked at my messy thighs, either proud of himself or downright amused; I couldn’t tell. “Uh, yeah,” he absentmindedly answered.

Trying not to laugh at his intrigue, I stepped under the water, letting it wash away the aftermath. “Earth to Wyatt,” I joked, waving my hand before him.

With a smile across his face, he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Round two?” He suggested.

Was he joking? My eyes rounded to the size of saucers. “You have work,” I reminded.

“Yes, but this is so much more fun,” he husked, leaning down and closing the space between us. His lips lingered on mine in a gentle, seductive kiss.

Maybe one more round wouldn’t be so bad...

The shower curtain quickly opened, making the hooks skid against the metal rod. My heart hammered in my chest as I broke away from Wyatt in record time, shrieking out in fear. I lost my footing on the slippery, wet tile when I turned to look at the intrusion. Luckily Wyatt (who was unfazed might I add) was quick to catch me before I fell straight onto my ass.

Dominic stood outside the shower with a smug grin, obviously amused that he managed to scare me. He was shirtless with messy hair, clearly having just gotten out of bed. “Sorry Darling,” he lied. “I thought I heard you call for me.”

The week was entirely too long. People stared or tried to be overly friendly with me everywhere I went. The reporters mostly gave up after I’d given them nothing after Thursday. My peers were a different story. They got worse. Tristan was particularly bad—he seemed to think we were friends or something. I could only get him to leave me alone by threatening to call his sister, Anna.

My name and face were still all over local news and (from what I’d heard) social media. It was hard, to say the least. I loathed the attention. Everyone suddenly wanted to know me because they thought they’d somehow get rich.

More annoying than the reporters, peers, and news... I was getting gifts and engagement proposals daily from men I didn’t know. Some Duke of a place I’d never even heard of sent me an expensive purse—I knew because I already had it in three colors. I gifted it to Anna and threw away his handwritten proposal.

There were many proposals and extravagant gifts sent to my PO Box, all from men who probably grew up in a family like mine. They were all snobbish rich boys. One even included his size in a letter. My professors and I had a good laugh at that while we ate the truffles he sent.

It boggled my mind that so many men and women were throwing away money to propose or ask me out when they lived countries the way and had never met me. I admit that the dress I wore to the dinner complimented me, and I was having an incredible hair day. I looked pretty, but not I’m going to marry this stranger pretty. Money made people insane.

My biggest concern was that my professors might feel intimidated or insecure about the attention I was getting. If women were throwing themselves at their feet, I’d get jealous. I mentioned it to them, and they assured me that they weren’t worried about some ‘six-inch pretty boy’ (as Niko lovingly put it) stealing me away from them.

They were confident in our relationship, and so was I.

They knew I only had eyes for them, which made my heart soar. Aiden was worried about my safety, though. On Wednesday, he met with the school’s security, expressing that it was unacceptable and inappropriate for news reporters to be allowed to follow me around the campus. Since Wednesday afternoon, the only run-ins I had with reporters were on the way to my car.

Lestat was also a headline on the news. He’d been missing for the entire week, and none of his businesspeople or his family had heard from him. Good riddance. I didn’t care where he went as long as I never had to see him again.

My eyes wandered my closet, trying to pick a bikini to wear. It was Saturday, and we were taking Jamie up on her offer. The sun was shining bright, and I was feeling extra pasty lately. It made me happy that my professors’ friends seemed to accept me. Reesia texted me every few days about random things, and I was beyond grateful for her friendship. She just... understood. I was lucky to have met her—even if she was a bit flirty sometimes.

Like most people, I never felt comfortable in swimwear. My boobs were small, and I’d always been envious of women who were more well-endowed than me.

I chose a black string bikini set. Besides the luxury brand logo that was between my boobs in a metal clasp, it was the least flashy one I owned. My ass was well covered, leaving the tiniest amount of cheek showing, and my boobs—well, there was no hiding my lack of with the triangle shape. I put shorts and a sheer white button-up over it before meeting my professors in Wyatt’s truck.

I sat between Aiden and Niko, who instantly placed a hand on each of my thighs.

Another really fun thing about this week... I was incredibly horny. More than I usually was. I should’ve known something was up when I jumped Wyatt in the shower just from him being shirtless on Tuesday morning. Then I saw Dominic working out in the basement—he was all sweaty, and his hands were wrapped in boxing tape. He caught me drooling in the doorway, and it was downhill from there. To add to my embarrassment, I even attacked Aiden. All he was doing was grading papers, and, I don’t know, he just looked so focused with that pissed-off expression he got. My most unexplainable moment was when Niko was cooking dinner—like always. It started with me giving him an innocent hug and ended with me being fucked on the counter.

It was embarrassing, and even though they were all caught off guard, they didn’t seem to mind. They did notice my behavior was off, though, and it wasn’t until the genius himself, Aiden, pulled out a calendar that the mystery of my teenage-like hormones was solved.

It was my ovulation week. I’d obviously ovulated many times before, but none were like this. I was a virgin who didn’t know how good sex was. I never used to get turned on, let alone wanting to have sex if the wind blew in my direction. They thought it was hilarious, and they were flattered—of course, because they had vasectomies and my body was on ‘fuck a Baby into me’ mode.

Since Aiden’s period math, which I was surprised that he marked (probably for his own safety after last time), they’d all been having fun teasing and taunting me. At first, I didn’t mind because I was getting sex either way. But now, with their hands on my thighs... I knew what those assholes were doing, and so did they.

I was weak, and they were taking full advantage of it.

“Does Jamie live far away?” I asked during the drive. I didn’t know what to expect from her house. She had a pool, so I assumed she was pretty well off. The woman was beyond intimidating to me. She was one of those women who was truly one of the guys. She was Aiden’s best friend, and I really wanted her to like me. I didn’t know how to talk to her. She wore leather, had piercings, was muscular, and had dyed red hair.

I didn’t know how to talk to Collin either, but I figured if someone as sweet and lovable as Reesia married him, he couldn’t possibly be scary. And I’d spent time alone with Vincent to know he wasn’t super intimidating either.

None of them were nearly as nerve-wracking as Aiden or Dominic, though. No matter how many times they’d seen me naked, cry, or literally be inside me, they made me nervous with a simple glance in my direction.

“No, she has acreage about 15 minutes away,” Aiden answered.

“We’ll probably be outside most of the day, but her house is a bit...” Wyatt widened his eyes at me through the rearview mirror. It was quiet momentarily as he tried to find the words to say.

“What?” I urged, my curiosity building.

“She’s not shy about her interests,” Dominic finished.

My eyebrows pressed, still not following. That wasn’t a bad thing, was it? She was an adult with her own house. She should decorate it how she pleased. I dropped the subject and began fiddling with Niko’s hand.

Aiden held my hand, helping me out of the truck as I stared up at Jamie’s house, stunned. She had no neighbors for miles, and her landscaping was absolutely perfect, like the neighborhood I grew up in. Her house was Victorian in style but newly built. It was shades of black and deep maroon, absorbing light.

Well... it was certainly a bold design choice.

Vincent pulled up a few seconds before us and waved over his shoulder before entering the house without knocking. “Daddy’s home!” He called, clearly comfortable.

The creepy house made me nervous, and I had a death grip on Aiden’s hand as he led us into it.

I wasn’t expecting the interior to look any kind of way, but what I walked into was beyond anything I’d ever seen or imagined. The color drained from my face, and my legs stopped working in the doorway.

The walls and high ceilings were painted black, with maroon trim. The walls were decorated with what looked like torture devices. Whips, chains, paddles, ropes, and masks of every variation and color were everywhere. There were some objects that I didn’t know what category to place them in. The most attention-grabbing decor in the visible space was massive canvases lining the gigantic walls’ entire upper half.

Black-and-white photos of women. They were professionally done; that was obvious. But these women... they were either nude or in lingerie. The women were all stunning, but the positions they were in... or what they were doing... I couldn’t believe anyone would ever allow someone to photograph them and display them in their house so willingly.

My cheeks turned from pale to bright red in a second as I scanned each photo.

One canvas had a photo of a naked woman leaning back with her legs spread wide and her pussy flashing the camera, with some kind of toy inside both of her holes and her middle finger touching her clit.

Another was more innocent. It was a woman who had curves in all the right places. A thin, wet sheet was draped over her, and she was turned to the side, showing her feminine silhouette.

My eyes quickly scanned through picture after picture until my eyes landed on the last one I could bear to look at. It was a woman with long, bright hair spread around her on a bed. Her breasts were exposed, cupped by a lingerie corset around her ribs. A man’s veiny hand was wrapped firmly around her neck, choking her. While the photo was in black and white, her eyes were obviously glazed and bloodshot. She was mid-moan, and the man was obviously inside of her, although the only hints of him in the photo were his hand and muscular arm.

It took me longer to realize than I was willing to admit, but the photo was of Reesia and Collin.

Oh. My. God.

My eyes fell to the floor, seeing as every surface of this house was covered in kinky things. I understood what Wyatt was trying to say now. Jamie definitely wasn’t shy about her... interests.

Aiden let out a small chuckle before pulling me further into the house, where I saw more of her possessions in my peripheral vision. “You can look,” Aiden whispered.

No, I really couldn’t. It seemed like an invasion of privacy. The objects seemed private, and the photos... I simply would rather pass away than look up. The only people I’d ever seen naked were my professors and strangers on the internet when I looked up BDSM. Those videos were grotesque, and I wasn’t focused on the nudity, rather than the painful objects being used on them. A shiver went up my spine, knowing I saw several of the same sharp objects riddled on these walls. I kept my gaze cast downward, finding the floor a safe place to look. I softly shook my head.

“Welcome,” Jamie’s voice broke me from my thoughts. She stood at the kitchen counter, a smirk on her red lips. Vincent was next to her, snacking on a bowl of chips. The kitchen seemed safe from the toys, but there were still photos of varying sizes everywhere. “You look a bit red, Cupcake. Something wrong?” she teased, glancing behind me at my other three professors.

Ha. Ha. Funny. Excuse me while I melt into the floor.

I quickly shook my head. “No!” My shrill voice betrayed me. I didn’t want to offend her or disrespect her style. There was literally a photo of two women’s tongues licking a clit, with strings of spit everywhere right behind where Jamie was standing.

Aiden let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. My arms were crossed over my stomach, and although I was clothed, I couldn’t help but feel exposed in this house. I basked in his warmth but felt his body tremble as he chuckled.

“Odette!” A cheery voice called. My attention snapped to Reesia and Collin, who walked through the front door, not paying mind to Jamie’s choice of decor. Were they blind? Reesia was skipping towards me with a massive smile on her face. I was beyond happy she was here, but then I remembered that canvas...

She grabbed my hand, uncrossing my arms. “Hey! How was the rest of the week? The news has died down a little, but it’s still—are you okay?”

“Mhm,” I nodded.

A crate by one of the walls caught my attention. It was a dog cage, and I suddenly felt the urge to squeeze something that wasn’t Aiden. Where was Cat when I needed him?

I glanced at Jamie. “What kind of dog do you have?” I asked, needing a change of subject immediately. Also, I wanted to pet and squeeze that dog wherever it was.

Jamie looked confused before cocking an eyebrow. “I don’t have a dog?”

Huh? I glanced at the crate again, equally as confused. Everyone followed my puzzled line of sight until they saw what I did.

Vincent turned away from us, his shoulders moving as he silently laughed. “She’s so cute, I want one,” he mumbled through laughs to Jamie.

Niko and Collin also snickered once. I would have turned to look, but I wasn’t sure what was on the walls behind me, so I didn’t risk it.

Jamie sent Vincent (who was still chuckling) a smirk before eyeing me. “It’s not intended for do—”

“Wanna go see the pool?” Aiden asked me, quickly cutting her off.

I nodded. Anything to get me out of this house. With flaming cheeks and a freezing body, I didn’t know if I was pale or red.

Reesia’s grip stayed locked with mine as she threw a chip at Vincent. “She’s just a baby, leave her alone, ass,” she snapped. He simply chuckled in response.

Aiden led us outside through the back door. Although Jamie’s house smelled like cinnamon and leather, scents that I liked, I took a deep breath of the clean outside air. It felt... stuffy in there like the walls were closing in on me.

“This is your first time at Jamie’s house, huh?” Reesia put together.

I nodded, still struggling to find words. “Who can live like that,” I deadpanned. It was clear that everyone else was accustomed to seeing photos and objects like that. I came from a very proper upbringing, and considering the most exposure I’d had to sex was with my professors... that was a lot.

Reesia finally released my hand as we sat on lounge chairs by the pool. “Did you see my picture?” She beamed.

I blushed. “Yeah... sorry.” I don’t know why I apologized; it seemed to be something she was proud of. It was a pretty picture, but... she was having sex with her husband, and it was displayed on Jamie’s wall for anyone to see. It felt private, and I felt like I shouldn’t have seen it.

She giggled. “Jamie takes all the photos herself. She always asks before photographing and then asks if she can display them,” she explained. “It can be a lot to look at, but they’re actually really good.”

Aiden ran his hand through my hair. “Better?” He questioned.

I blinked up at him, and he looked beyond handsome with his electric gray eyes in the sunlight. “That was like a haunted house,” I halfheartedly joked. I don’t know why I was so uncomfortable in there, but I was never exposed to anything quite as excessive as that. My heart was still hammering.

He pressed his lips to hide a smile. Well, at least everyone was finding this amusing. “You’re adorable, you know that right?” He sat next to me, still running his hands through my hair.

“A little bit of warning next time, okay?” I stifled a laugh.

Reesia looked entirely too smug as she wiggled her eyebrows at me. “How about margaritas!” She jumped up and began walking to the house.

Images of my head buried in the toilet and the world spinning flashed through my mind. “ Half of whatever you put in them last time!” I warned. I never wanted to feel so sick again; I couldn’t remember a thing. Deciding I’d limit myself to a maximum of three drinks, I agreed to a drink.

Jamie’s backyard was similar to the front. It was landscaped to perfection, and flowers and green grass riddled the area. Far from the house, where we were, was a concrete pad with a massive in-ground pool and a circular hot tub a little ways away. It was gorgeous, like something you’d see in a magazine.

Feeling Aiden’s eyes on me, I turned my attention back to him. He had a soft smile and stared in a way that made my stomach flip. “What?” I murmured, beginning to feel shy.

His wet tongue darted out and licked his lips, drawing my concentration to them. “Are you at all opposed to fooling around when you’ve been drinking?” He questioned. “I know you said you’d be open to it on the sheet I gave you—just double checking.”

My eyes widened at the sudden tension around us. “I-um, no... not if it’s within reason,” I shrugged, stumbling over my words.

He tilted his head to the side as if that were some obvious, unspoken agreement already. “And what does within reason mean to you?” He continued.

“Preferably, my head wouldn’t be in a toilet, and I’d remember it the next morning,” I answered. Truth be told, I trusted them and their judgment. If I was begging for sex, and they thought I was too drunk, I knew they’d never touch me. “What about you?” I cocked an eyebrow.

Aiden chuckled. “Babydoll, I don’t care if I’m passed out; if you can get it hard, it’s yours to play with.”

Red tinted my cheeks again, and I averted my eyes at his bluntness. I chuckled nervously. “Noted.” A bit extreme of an example, but I got the point. “Why? Are you scared I’ll jump you again tonight?” I joked.

A sharp sting ran through my leg as he slapped my thigh. “Not tonight,” he mysteriously said. He placed a lingering kiss on my lips before he stood to leave. His tongue teasingly licked my lips, and I fought a moan. Just as I parted my lips for him, he broke away. “Behave.”

A whirlwind of emotions flooded through me. Mostly the urge to grab him by the hand, pull him back, and have my dirty little way with him on this lounge chair. But alas, there were people inside a house that had many windows.

As Aiden entered the house, Reesia exited. She was dressed—or undressed, I should say—in a pink bikini covered in white polka dots. The top revealed her massive boobs, as they practically spilled from it. The bottoms weren’t any more conservative, as it showed most of her ass cheeks.

She was gorgeous. I didn’t understand how she wore something so revealing yet made it look innocent. But I guess that was her personality in a nutshell. It was hard to believe someone as colorful as Reesia had such a dark past. She was always cheery and unapologetically herself, even if she was a lot to process sometimes.

“I’ve got the goods!” She held up a pitcher and two glasses. She sat next to me again and began pouring the drinks.

“This is cute!” I complimented, touching the tie string by her hip.

“If you’re trying to seduce me, it’s working. I’m yours. Wanna make-out?” She leaned closer to me.

I leaned back. “Reesia,” I scolded. Truth be told, I had no idea if she was kidding or not most of the time. I thought she was messing with me, but my professors seemed to think differently.

She held her hands up in surrender. “Just a joke!” she handed me a glass. “Dominic would kill me... maybe,” she shrugged. She took a sip and raised an eyebrow at me. “You’re not going to change? I can see the straps of your bikini,” she gestured to my exposed shoulder that slipped from my button-up.

I’d have to talk myself into it first. “I will eventually, I’m just a bit cold right now,” I lied.

“It’s 90 degrees, Odette,” she deadpanned. “And I’ve already seen you naked, so...” she looked at me expectantly. “Strip.”

I blushed, remembering her ambush on me in the shower. “Thanks for that reminder,” I laughed and took a drink.

“Every time I close my eyes,” she smirked. “Fine, roast away and deprive my eyes of their birthright,” she laughed before lying down on the lounger.

Everyone exited the house in their own swimwear. All the men were in trunks, and Jamie was wearing red swim shorts and a matching bikini top. Jamie set up a speaker that blared rock music—loud but not loud enough to drown out conversations.

All four of my drool-worthy men had beers in hand, smiling and cracking jokes as they walked towards us. Dominic towered over everyone in every way. He was taller and had broader shoulders than the rest. Aiden’s tattoos were on full display, disappearing into his trunks. Wyatt had his glasses on, a sight I didn’t get to see often. He usually wore contacts, but seeing him shirtless with them on made me do a double take. As always, Niko was a beam of joy; his smile somehow made even the bright sun seem dull. His biceps flexed as he gently shoved Vincent.

All for me. Delicious. Today was going to be a perfect day!

Niko winked when he caught me staring.

Keep it PG, Odette, there are people around.

They went directly into the pool while Niko jogged over to me. He took a big step over the lounge chair and sat behind me, manspreading and straddling the wide chair. Long, muscular arms wove around my middle as he pulled my back against his chest. “Letting Reesia poison you again, Cari?o?” He joked.

Reesia groaned from beside us and held up a middle finger to him. “I poisoned myself too, thank you very much.”

“Reesia,” Collin scolded.

She put her finger down quickly and turned to me. “I swear to God, he has eyes on the back of his head,” she whispered before laying back again.

“And ears,” Collin added.

Niko gave my top a little tug. “Feeling shy?” He rasped. His fingers slowly, unsuspectingly, began unbuttoning my top.

My eyes widened and darted around around the pool. What was it? National Embarrassment Day? “Niko,” I whispered, sending him a look over my shoulder.

He smirked. “You’re beautiful. Either you take your clothes off, or I will. And if I start undressing you, I won’t stop,” he whispered the warning.

“Oh my God, please don’t undress yourself,” Reesia commented without opening her eyes.

Option-less, I finished unbuttoning my shirt and smoothly slid it off my shoulders. I admit I did feel cooler, and the only person who noticed my change was Wyatt. The shorts were a different story. I had to stand to take them off, and while I was sliding them down my legs, I felt eyes on me.

Now undressed in a bikini, I quickly sat with Niko again. I dared to glance, and sure enough, the only one who wasn’t sneaking glances my way was Collin, who was turned away from me, having a one-sided conversation with Jamie and Aiden.

Jamie and Vincent weren’t shy about eyeing me from head to toe, and they even shared a momentary lustful look before returning to their conversations. I removed my hair from its clip, and it fell over me like a blanket.

Worse than them, my professors couldn’t stop sneaking glances at me. You’d think I was stripped naked with the hungry looks they had. It made me shiver.

Niko wrapped his arm around me again and pulled me against him, where I felt his dick hardening against my ass. “See, was that so hard?” He teased.

“Believe me, if I was a man, I would be,” Reesia commented again.

I laughed, turning to her. “You’re married. To a man. You know that, right?”

“And we’d be happy to have you,” she smirked before laughing with me.

Niko pointed a finger at her. “Not a chance in hell—”

“We’ll see.”

I playfully rolled my eyes. She was messing with him now; that much was obvious.

Niko pulled all my hair behind me and ran his fingers through it. He pulled a hair tie off my wrist while placing a kiss on my hot shoulder. He began braiding it into one giant braid down my back. Letting him do whatever he pleased, I closed my eyes and leaned back, loving how his hands felt in my hair. It was also a great distraction from his erection that I wanted to take care of.

After he finished braiding my hair, he lathered sunscreen onto my back and shoulders while I got my stomach, chest, and legs. “Perfection,” he grinned proudly. He placed a wet kiss on the back of my neck before he stood to join the others.

Beer in hand, he adjusted himself to hide his hard-on. A heartbeat throbbed between my legs, ogling the imprint of his dick in his shorts before he managed to hide it against his thigh. Noticing my stare, he smirked and sent me a wink.

I bit my lip and looked away as he entered the pool. The motion of him pulling on his shorts played over and over in my mind. Bringing my drink to my lips, I tried to think of anything other than grinding down on him.

These men would be the death of me. Since the day Aiden asked me to help him with the cupcakes, the only thing on my mind was sex. It was like I was at a buffet but never got full. They were like a drug I was entirely dependent on. They’d corrupted my mind and body—just like they’d promised.

The pool was icy. I was perfectly content with lounging in the sun all day, but I agreed when Reesia suggested we take a dip. I loved the heat and all things hot and hated being cold. I was shivering, and my eyes wandered to everyone else who looked completely comfortable in the water.

Reesia clung to Collin’s back, wrapping her arms and legs around him as he stood in the pool’s deep end with the others. She was short and couldn’t reach the bottom. Vincent had a small float that he sat on, leaving his arms and shoulders out of the water and the rest of him submerged. Jamie and my guys were all standing or leaning against the pool’s edges.

I was between Wyatt and Aiden, who stood against one of the edges. Wyatt’s arm was wrapped around my waist underwater, gently holding me up. My feet were only a few inches from the bottom, and if I really wanted to go any deeper into the water, I could have stood just fine.

“Did I mention I got a call from one of the security guards this week?” Jamie asked into the open after their last conversation ended.

“What for?” Collin questioned, wearing the same concerned expressions as everyone else. I didn’t know what Jamie was talking about. Like most of their conversations, I’d pick it up along the way.

Jamie took a drink before setting her beer down on the ledge. “It’s three in the morning. My phone is buzzing like the inside of one of Reesia’s drawers—”

“Watch it, Trix,” Reesia snapped, a faint blush across her nose.

Everyone chuckled at Jamie’s jab before she continued. “I finally looked, and the manager, dungeon master on shift, and outside security called me and left messages. My first thought is, okay, who died?” She rolled her eyes. “Long story short, a man who’s been going to the club for about three months now decided it would be a good idea to pregame before going to get around the two-drink maximum rule. He was stumbling around, knocking things and people over. Luckily, he only broke a few things, and no one was hurt or harassed,” she finished.

So, if I understood correctly—and I think I did—Jamie owned the sex club they went to. Suddenly, her wealth and choice of decor made sense.

“What a fucking idiot,” Aiden shook his head.

Jamie nodded. “He wasn’t happy about being banned for life, that’s for sure.”

Suddenly, Wyatt’s hands were around my waist, lifting me up and sitting me on the ledge. “Your lips are blue,” he noted.

I was happy to be out of the water, the sun instantly unthawing me. Although, now I didn’t have the water to hide myself from Jamie, Vincent, and Reesia’s wanting glances.

Casually pulling my legs out of the water, I brought my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them.

Vincent raised his brows. “Speaking of,” he started. “When are the four—or five—” he winked at me. “—of you going to the club again? Everyone’s been asking about you.”

I caught my tongue between my teeth, knowing the reason they hadn’t gone lately was because of me. They’d mentioned it but never pressured or asked me if I wanted to go. This world was new to me, and I was painfully shy—they knew that.

Did they want to go? I think I knew the answer to that question already. They obviously had friends there that they hadn’t seen in months and liked to go.

I had mere seconds to think about Vincent’s baiting question. Every one of my professors was quiet for a moment before each of them opened their mouths to speak. Surely, with different excuses of why they wouldn’t.

Maybe it was the two margaritas or the fact that I didn’t want to cower away from their world, but I beat them to the punch, cutting them off. “What day are you least busy?” I asked Jamie.

Her eyes lit with intrigue, and Vincent shifted in his float, also looking excited. Reesia and Collin were making out in the corner, getting hot and heavy. I almost wanted to laugh at their sudden PDA. When did she even get off his back? If Reesia was paying attention, I was sure she’d celebrate. But for now, she was very occupied.

“It’s always busy,” she answered.

My professors all turned to look at me, dumbfounded at my proposed agreement. This wasn’t something we’d discussed, and I hoped it was okay for me to make that decision. It seemed like the right thing to do. Plus, there was no rule that I had to participate in anything. I’d just go as an observer and see what it was like. The thought was foreign, and I was incredibly nervous about going, but for them, I’d try anything once.

Aiden’s back and biceps flexed as he pulled himself up out of the water, sitting next to me with his legs in the water. “Ignore Vincent, Babydoll; he’s a shit-stirrer.” His eyes were unusually soft, and I knew that he was looking for any hesitation or lie while studying me. “If you don’t want to go, we don’t have to,” he assured.

“I know,” I smiled at his concern. Vincent frequently played devil’s advocate, so that wasn’t news to me. I was well aware of his meddling. “I want to go,” I promised. It was the truth; I was morbidly curious to see the appeal.

Aiden watched me for a while but never found a reason not to trust me. “Okay then,” he approved.

“Wednesday evening,” Dominic answered Vincent’s question. His decision sealed our newfound plans for Wednesday.

“Lovely,” Vincent smirked, having successfully manufactured and manipulated the course of the conversation. It was just a reminder that even if he was stirring the pot, he was a successful businessman. He knew how to get what he wanted. It was pure strategy.

Jamie smiled—a genuine smile I’d never seen before; she almost always wore a smirk. “It’ll be fun,” she promised.

I sipped my drink as Aiden lowered himself back into the pool. His muscular back caught my attention again. Yummy .

“Collin,” Vincent called.

No response. He just continued shoving his tongue down Reesia’s throat. I averted my eyes and tried not to giggle. Get it, girl, I’m not judging.

“Dude, I don’t wanna float in your precum,” he tried again while chuckling. When the couple didn’t react again, he threw his hands up and gave the rest of us looks that made us laugh.

“Reesia!” He tried while clapping his hands.

Dominic walked over and pulled himself up next to me. I tuned out Vincent’s attempts at getting their attention and smiled at him.

“Are you still cold?” He asked, touching my thigh.

“I’m slowly unfreezing,” I nodded, letting go of my legs. My second drink was kicking in, and I felt less shy, especially with him beside me. They all made me feel safe, but I felt untouchable when I was near Dominic. I knew no one (besides my other professors) would dare to look at me with him next to me.

He tilted his head toward the vacant side of the concrete. “Let’s get you warmed up,” he pronounced. He stood up and held out a hand for me to take.

Grabbing my drink and his hand, I excitedly walked with him over to the hot tub. Standing up for the first time in an hour, I swayed a bit, feeling dazed. I giggled, using Dominic’s arm to regain my balance.

Behind us, I faintly heard Vincent splash the couple and Collin roughhousing him and dunking him under the water. I guess he didn’t want to be interrupted.

Dominic chuckled. “Feeling good?” He teased.

So. Many. Innuendos. Every dirty joke I could make ran through my mind, and I had to press my lips together so I wouldn’t blurt.

My composure didn’t last long. As soon as my foot dipped into the hot water, I looked up at him. “Not yet,” I flirted. When we got home, I was going to be such a slut for them.

He turned on the jets before he got in next to me. The water began to bubble and foam over. His back faced away from the pool and everyone else. “Come here,” he ordered, curling two fingers at me.

Uh oh. A mixture of nerves and giddiness washed over me, surely the margaritas doing. I moved between his knees. “Hmm?”

He took a swig of beer before placing it next to my margarita behind him. His eyes darkened. “Don’t play coy with me,” he warned before pulling me into his lap. My eyes widened as I straddled him, feeling a rod against my ass.

A slight sound of surprise escaped my lips at the unexpected pressure against me. I looked over his shoulder, but no one was paying us any mind. Sitting in his lap was much more innocent than the full-on foreplay Collin and Reesia had just done in front of everyone.

His hands ran up my thighs, tickling me and sending pulses to my core. “You look so sexy in this tiny little bikini,” he rasped. Faint traces of whisky and beer on his breath numbed my senses, and I found myself leaning into his masculine aroma. “Acting all fucking shy—fuck, it makes my cock so fucking hard for you,” he breathed.

My heart was practically leaping from my chest, his foul mouth making my body ignite. I flinched when I felt him run a teasing finger along my bikini, right where my clit was aching for attention. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I widened my eyes. “Dominic,” I panted once.

Ignoring my warning, he pushed my bottoms to the side. “Shh,” he hushed. “They can’t see over the bubbles. Be my good girl and keep quiet.”

I kept glancing between the pool and his eyes, hoping to God no one suspected us. His hands shuffled between us for a moment before he placed something much bigger than a finger against my entrance. I widened my eyes and lifted myself off him. “What are you doing?” I whispered.

I expected him to tease my clit—finger me at most! But sex... no way. There was no hiding that from everyone.

His grip on my hips tightened as he pulled me back down. “ Don’t pull away from me, Darling. If you try that shit again, I’ll bend you over this ledge and fuck you in front of everyone,” he cautioned, his dark eyebrows falling above his devilish eyes.

Shrinking in his hold, I nodded. My body betrayed me as another wave of arousal jolted through me. “You’re just going to keep Daddy’s cock nice and warm in your tight little pussy, yeah?” He coaxed, prodding my hole with his thick tip.

My mouth dropped open as he slowly pushed himself into me. “Oh God—”

“I know...” False sympathy rang in his tone as he pulled my face closer to his, hiding my dumb expression with his body. “Even underwater, you’re so fucking silky. What have you been thinking about, Darling?” He teased.

I bit my lip, not trusting myself to keep quiet. If I went to answer him, a moan would slip out.

I had to stop my eyes from rolling back when I felt his balls against my ass. He was buried to the hilt inside me, stretching and teasing my pussy. I was pulsing around him, desperate to grind against him.

He leaned his head back and lifted his arms out of the water, spreading them along the tub’s edge. He quietly groaned, “Fuck Baby, I needed to feel that pussy around me so badly.”

Taking a deep breath, I peeked over his shoulder again. Aiden’s eyes met mine instantly while everyone else was turned the opposite direction in their own conversation. Even from far away, I saw the smirk in his eyes. How did he know?! He held a finger up to his lips, either telling me to keep quiet or to keep the secret—my brain was too overwhelmed to tell.

This was pure torture. I wanted Dominic to fuck into me and make me feel good. He didn’t move a muscle. His dick was rock hard, taunting me. How could he look so... peaceful? Meanwhile, I was panting, throbbing, clenching, and aching for movement.

Five long, excruciating minutes passed before it became too much, and I started to squirm. My legs trembled on either side of him, and my hands were in tight fists on top of his shoulders. I knew he felt my greedy walls squeezing uncontrollably around him, yet he hadn’t moved or spoken a word. I was crumbling, anticipating a release I wouldn’t get—not here.

My head fell onto his broad chest, hiding my face as I whimpered. “Dominic,” I pleaded.

The devil chuckled. Mocking my whimpers and trembles. He finally opened his eyes and looked down at me. He smirked when he saw the tears in my eyes. “Awe Baby, you’re shaking,” he tilted his head. He lifted his hips, digging deeper into me, and I covered my mouth with my hand to stop myself from moaning like a desperate slut. “So pathetic... I haven’t even moved, and you’re a mess,” he continued.

“Don’t do this to me,” I begged, glancing over his shoulder again. This time, Niko and Wyatt were talking and looking at me. Fuck. Luckily, their friends were still talking and laughing.

“I haven’t even begun to do anything to you, Darling.”

“They’re looking,” I warned, trying to hint that what was happening here was obvious and that we were drawing attention.

“Who?” He didn’t seem curious in the slightest.

“Niko, Wyatt, and Aiden,” I breathed. It was so hard to breathe when all my senses, all my thoughts, were focused on his dick inside me.

Dominic chuckled. “Why wouldn’t they? When I told Niko what I was going to do to you, he bet that you wouldn’t last ten minutes. And here you are after half that time, pleading and crying for me,” he smirked.

They knew?! The entire time, those teasing betting on my suffering jerks knew! I was in agony, and they thought it was funny. “Pervert,” I shot, not knowing what else to say to insult him.

A husky moan rumbled through his throat, and his hips bucked up a few times. “Call me that again,” he ordered. His dick twitched inside me, and it was clear my insult had the opposite effect I had hoped for.

My head was against his chest again, hiding my face as his thrusts sent ripples of pleasure through me.

“Odette!” Reesia’s shrill voice called.

Oh fuck. Trying to be as casual as possible, I looked over Dominic’s shoulder. “Yeah?” I called back.

She was smiling from ear to ear. “You’re going to the club on Wednesday?!” she said excitedly. It looked like someone finally filled her in on the conversation she had been tuned out for. “Yay! I’m so excited,” she clapped her hands.

Now was so not the time. My eyes flickered to Niko, who was muffling a laugh with a beer bottle pressed against his lips.

Everyone’s attention was off of us again as they continued talking. “You can’t pretend not to like this, Darling. I can feel every squeeze of your desperate pussy,” he lifted his hips again and I whimpered.

I clamped my lips shut and glared at him. “I can’t take this anymore,” I pleaded, my eyes glossed.

He palmed my ass while looking between my eyes. “Since I’m such a pervert, I’ll give you two options,” he smirked. “I can sneak you inside right now and fuck your pathetic little brains out. Or, I can pull out of you. But if you choose the second option—as your punishment for being so greedy all week, none of us will touch you until Wednesday evening.”

What. Everyone would know if we both left! I couldn’t do that; I’d die of embarrassment.

“Three... two... one...”

“Wait!” I panicked as he pulled out of me, leaving me empty and aching for a release.

“Too late,” he didn’t seem sympathetic while shaking his head. He looked happy.

I didn’t even have time to contemplate my options! I still don’t know what I would have chosen. Either way, it was unfair. I didn’t want everyone to know or hear us, and waiting until Wednesday was far too long.

Dumbfounded at his cruelty, I stared blankly, feeling every throb, every craving I had. I wouldn’t last until Wednesday.

“You’re not serious, are you?” I panted.

“Have I ever not followed through on my threats?” He cocked a brow.

Not that it mattered, but I would have chosen the first option. If I thought I was being tortured earlier, I was in the deepest depths of hell now. All my devils wore smirks and feasted on my suffering.

Dominic’s hand brushed against my clit as he pulled my bikini back in place. “And Odette,” he smirked, beginning to stand. “You’re not allowed to fuck yourself either,” he added. “We’ll know if you do.”