18. Rosa

My heart rate picked up when I heard it.

The sound of the rain got louder. My body trembled. So much was happening, yet nothing was. Nothing had changed, but I knew. This whole night was set up by them. If I was honest with myself, I'd known that from the moment my sister had told me I'd received a package.

It was them.

My men.

My daddies.

This was them making a grand gesture. Whether it was so they could fuck me or ask to keep me forever, I was going to let the night unfold on its own. I could have taken the blindfold off. I knew they wouldn't have cared, but I was going to be a good girl.

Their good girl.

The air felt cooler. Like I was standing near a vent and the AC had kicked in triple time. The rain sounds grew louder, and I frowned. Before I knew it, thunder clapped through the air, and I jumped.

Maybe it isn"t them?They knew storms freaked me out. A deep-rooted tremble washed over me, but one touch of a gloved hand against mine stilled my heart. And just like that, my body and mind calmed down.

"There is nothing to be scared of," a deep but muffled voice whispered. So close it felt whoever was in the room was standing right beside me, hovering by my temple, but I couldn't tell. Not when I didn't feel his breath against my skin.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?" another voice asked this one on my other side, and a rough finger stroked the side of my arm. His breath skirted against my face, and I swallowed hard.

"So fucking pretty," another voice, just as deep, spoke, but I couldn't feel him. I couldn't tell where he was.

My chest rose and fell heavily, almost like I couldn't catch my breath. Words failed me as my ears strained to make out sounds, hints as to who was where and if it was indeed my men.

My men.

"We're going to play a little game, beautiful." Lips grazed against my cheek, and I felt something on his face. The man whose breath I could feel was wearing something. A mask. My legs pressed together.

It was them, and they knew.

They knew about my masked daddy fantasy. But how? Had I said something when I'd been sick? And they didn't think I was a freak? Why did I find it so exhilarating? Men in masks, men I almost thought I knew covered up and taking me. Making me theirs.

"You okay with that, baby girl?" the muffled voice asked on my other side. I nodded before thinking.

"We need the words, gorgeous."

"Yes. I wanna play… daddy," I whispered the last word and didn't miss the sharp intakes of breath around me. It boosted my confidence in whatever was going to happen tonight. Then, a little louder, I corrected myself. "Daddies." A hand gripped my hips and turned me.

I stood in front one of them. He was big and smelled good. Familiar. Spicy with a hint of musk.

"Malcom?" I whispered, and a tsked sound vibrated.

"You had it right a moment ago," he muttered.

"Daddy," I whispered, and even though I couldn't see him, I could imagine him smiling. The man behind me undid the blindfold, and when it came off, I blinked a couple of times as my mind processed where I was.

The room was dark.

So dark all I could see was a man in front of me with a half-bunny mask in a grayish, purplish hue. I couldn't make out the color of his eyes or anything other than his sheer size and square jaw. Malcom.

"Good girl," he whispered, his voice deeper. He took my hand in his and kissed the top of it. "So sweet," he rumbled. I licked my lips.

His head tipped, and another man moved closer into my vision. He was dressed in nothing but black but had a black ski mask on instead. One that had eye and mouth holes. It was them. My body knew them as much as my heart did.

Excitement mingled with nerves as he pulled me into his arms.

"Tonight, you're going to be our very good girl while you show us how bad you can be," he said roughly, and I nodded. They turned, and my head turned to follow their sight line.

A man sat in a club chair. One of his long legs rested over his knee as his masked face was turned toward us. I couldn't make anything out about him. The black glossy skull mask seemed intimidating.

"Crawl over here, baby." His knee dropped and his legs spread as he sat with an air of arrogance and confidence.

"What?" I found my voice.

"Crawl, baby girl." His finger crooked in his direction, and when I looked at the men next to me, they stepped away and waited for me to make a move.

Maybe they knew me better than I knew myself?

I would have never imagined crawling toward any man; the thought would have been humiliating! But for some reason, surrounded by them, the image only made me wetter. I dropped to my knees slowly. I felt them staring, watching me closely. Their gazes a caress on my bare skin.

"Fuck," a deep voice groaned behind me while a grunt joined it.

"Be a good girl and come over here. Crawl to me, sweetness," the skull-masked man repeated a little rougher.

He leaned forward, and I noticed his pale-freckled hands grip his knees with a white-knuckled grip. He was trying like hell not to get up and grab me. To keep his control in check.

There was something about that, that made me feel powerful.

Sexy.

Giving them my submission was like handing them the heart they had stolen. And just like that, my mind blanked. My daddies would never hurt me, a voice whispered proudly in my head, and I positioned myself getting on all fours.

My eyes set on the skull-masked man, ready for everything and anything the night might hold.