Chapter 6

Something in my chest tells me this girl, Talissa, is the one I've spent the better part of two decades chasing my tail in search of. I want the kind of forever love my parents had, deep and loyal and true. I also want a partner I can do filthy things with and to. Who won't turn up their nose and call me a violent pervert when I want to see my marks on their flesh. Or who will give me their submission in the bedroom and their conniving disloyalty the moment my back is turned.

For some reason, I've only managed to find plenty of the former and a few of the latter. Asher and Beck think of me as the easy going affable one, and maybe, for the most part, I am. But there's nothing easy going about my overwhelming drive to absolutely own our mouthy little Talissa.

The word ‘our' jolts me from my mental wandering. When I showed up tonight, I expected a willing sub with leaking tits to pass around between us so we could mark a line item off our kinky bucket lists.

"You okay, man? Your head's gone someplace," Asher murmurs close to my ear. I turn to meet his eyes, a little shocked at how close he's standing. A little more shocked that I like it. Fuck pheromones are thick in the air around us, and my heartbeat pumps more blood into my already chubbed-up dick.

"Just realizing this is really happening. You. Me. Beck. We're going to devour that sweet little thing. Together." Every word lands heavy in the silence, and I know Asher's not the only one listening.

"We are," Beck adds, joining Asher inside my personal bubble of space. "You got a plan, or shall I?"

"Go ahead, brother." We turn as one to take in the quiet beauty of the woman fate, and the club, has gifted us. When she first walked in and lust damn near took me out at the knees, I'd felt an immediate urge to claim this woman for my own. I wondered how I'd feel when either of them touched her.

Now, the moment is upon me, and all I feel is anticipation and hunger knowing they're going to help me dominate this sassy sweetheart. Whatever happens after tonight will be a bridge we cross tomorrow. Tonight, we feast.

"Talissa, before we begin, tell us your safe word," Beck says.

"I use traffic colors, sir. Green for when it's good. Yellow if I need to slow down, ask a question, or change positions. Red if I'm scared, in pain I don't want, or need to stop the scene." She holds her position as she answers him, her hands clasped loosely at the small of her back.

Her response clues us in that she's knowledgeable in power exchange scenes. We'd known we were lucky to be paired with a woman authentically able to lactate, so we hadn't dared specify much in the requirements for a match beyond that. Her experience and innate submissiveness feels like a gift from the universe I hadn't dared hope for.

When Beck told her to face the fireplace, it was meant to heighten her awareness of all the things she couldn't see happening behind her. Now that she's turned away from me, I'm realizing our tactical error. Her obedience means we can't see her, either.

And more than anything I can ever remember wanting, I want to see the beads of pearly white milk that must be clinging to the hard buds of her nipples before they drop to the floor at her feet. The wastefulness of those missed droplets feels like a crime I owe the men beside me restitution for.

Asher slowly walks in a circle until he's standing in front of her while Beck moves to the wall where a dark cherrywood Saint Andrew's cross stands. He easily hefts it over one shoulder and walks it to the center of the bedroom area of the suite before locking the stabilizing legs into place and running his hands over every inch of the wood, checking to ensure it's safe to use and undamaged. Satisfied, he inspects the restraints attached to the cross in the same manner.

"How much milk do you think we can expect tonight?" Asher's bald question has irritation rising like wildfire in my chest. It feels like an offensive thing to ask. If she gets upset and wants to call things off, I'll kill him. We only just barely convinced her to stay after the way I'd snarled at her when she arrived.

"Honestly? It's been declining since my brothers started weaning the baby and feeding her more solids. But when I found out the club found someone to pair me with in this room, I spent the a few days pumping as often as I could and taking nursing supplements again to make sure I'd have enough."

Asher's eyes meet mine over her shoulder, and I find myself moving to where he's standing, so I can bask in her beauty, too. This time, it's me stepping into his personal space, almost as a dare, to see how he responds. Like before, my dick notices how close we are even as it pounds and strains behind my trousers trying to bust its way closer to Talissa.

"You did that for us?" The sweetness of this girl. Taking extra steps to make sure she could fulfill our fantasies even as we signed on to pleasure and see to hers.

"I mean, I didn't expect there to be three of you when I first signed up to be in room one-ten. But I can't say I'm upset by the outcome. If you turn up the heat in here and make sure to give me plenty of water, I'm sure I'll be able to letdown enough to make sure all of you get a turn." Her easy confidence is sexy, and I can't wait to reward her honesty with orgasms.

The brief bio she'd included in her scheduling packet revealed she's been celibate for nearly two years while she surrogated for her brother and his husband. I've been suffering from self-imposed abstinence for even longer than I've been broken up with Sheila, her obsession with my family's name and portfolio becoming a turnoff long before I had the time and energy to call it quits. It's going on a year now since I've sunk my cock into a warm, wet haven, and now that tonight is here, it's hard to hold back.