Chapter 20

Chapter Twenty

Jack

“ H ey, Sullivan,” I say easily as we slide into the booth in the corner of the restaurant. It’s not too busy for a Wednesday night. Hopefully Dolly will be able to relax a little bit while we’re here. “I brought someone for you to meet.”

To his credit, there’s curiosity in his gaze, but no more. “Are you planning on fixing my front desk staffing issue?” he asks. “I should have known when I mentioned it to Elira this morning, that you’d save me the hassle of listing the advertisement for the job opening.”

“You know we do our best,” I reply, smirking. “This is Dee, and she’s looking for a job. However, the circumstances are a little different from the norm.”

Sullivan knows we work with a lot of people who need protection, and his eyes narrow. “Is she going to be a headache?” he asks.

“I certainly hope not,” Dolly says, eyes wide. “It’s a little embarrassing, but I’m trying to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. Jack knows I love music. I wish I had some kind of talent?—”

My hand slides into my pocket unbidden, and I turn the toy on the lowest setting. Her leg flinches, but the rest of her body is relaxed. Dolly has learned to be a very good actress.

“Negative self talk has zero place at this table,” I say nonchalantly, rubbing the back of her hand. “Dee never learned musical theory or any kind of instrument, but writes incredible poetry that can be easily put to music. Instead of paying her, would you be open to her taking some classes at your school?”

“Interesting proposition,” Sullivan murmurs, leaning forward on his forearms. I know the toy is still a dull vibration inside and against Dolly’s sensitive parts, because she shifts carefully next to me.

“I’ve been known to offer free tuition to people who work for me before, if they can prove that they have any sort of ability to learn or a gift for music. It’s very nice to meet you, Dee. Jack is right, sometimes you can’t see what you’re capable of, so it’s important to share what you can do.”

“Does that mean you want to see some of her work?” I ask, glad I took a few photos of her notebook. I’ll ask her before sharing it, but I can’t deny that I’m excited about it.

Dolly winces, though I’m sure part of that is at the idea of someone else reading her words.

“I want to get out of the house, be able to do some work that helps others, and be safe while doing it,” she says. Sullivan’s blue-eyed gaze is on her as she speaks, and I watch as Dolly swallows hard. He’s a bit intense at times.

“Jack said that you had security?”

“I do,” he grunts. “My school is the equivalent of Fort Knox, because I need to keep my students’ lives private. There are times we have celebrities as well, whether they’re attending the school or using my recording studio booths. There’s a lot of reasons why I have Jack running security.”

“It’s understandable,” she says softly. “I’m getting a little stir crazy at home, I’m detail oriented, and I don’t have a criminal record.”

Dolly doesn’t have any record at all now that I didn’t make up.

“I always trust your instincts, Jack, so I’m not worried about that,” Sullivan says. “To be frank, I’m surprised you’re here with a girl that isn’t Bowen. Everything alright?”

Dolly presses her lips together to hide her smile, even while her gray eyes show a little anxiety. I almost forgot Sullivan has met Bowen, and having him think I’m cheating on her would be bad for our professional and personal friendship. Pulling out my phone, I check the time, frowning as I see she’s probably on her call with her professor. I guess I’ll have to do this another way.

“Dee, want to tell Sullivan whose girl Bowen was first?” I ask, placing my phone on the table.

“Jack,” she sighs, blushing. “Is that how we’re playing this?”

“I already publicly made a scene with the hostess, may as well finish with a bang,” I grunt.

Rolling her eyes, she says, “Bowen was my girlfriend before she was Jack’s. There’s definitely not any cheating involved. She’s on a call, or Jack would probably call her to tell you that.”

“Oh… oh ,” Sullivan gasps, eyes wide as it sinks in. Pushing his hand through his bright-red curls, he tugs on them as if to wrap his mind around it. He tends to fuck with his hair when he’s stressed or confused.

“I’m sure there’s a story there, but it’s too personal to ask. I’m sorry I assumed. I wouldn’t ever have thought that you’d all be together.”

“It’s part of all the reasons that I’m looking to work somewhere that I won’t be as much in the public eye,” Dolly says. “I know this is all a huge ask.”

“Not really,” he says. “I’m very protective of my business, sometimes too much so. I can see someone who's trying to figure shit out, so I’m willing to give it a shot. Jack wouldn’t bring you to me if he didn’t think you could do the work. I do want to see some of this poetry if I could?”

Dolly flushes red, and I smirk as I unlock my phone, showing her the photos I took pictures of. “May I?” I ask.

“If you think they’re good enough,” she mumbles softly, and I push the phone over immediately.

Rubbing her thigh, I find the remote in my pocket again and increase the strength of the vibration. The toy is silent, the only sign that it’s working is the way Dolly’s thighs squeeze together as she inhales sharply.

Sullivan doesn’t pay attention to it as he reads her words from my phone, his eyes growing wide.

I tried to choose a couple that weren’t as raw, but Dolly’s words are not for the faint of heart. Sullivan’s fingers twitch as if he’s wishing he had his piano or guitar, since he also plays.

“You’re sure you don’t have any musical instruction?” he asks, his voice deep and raspy. “I’m really fucking craving a jam session to put this to music. Guess I’ll just have to make that happen. I need to make a call to my board, and maybe find a server, because the service here is worse than usual.”

Standing, he lifts my phone in question. “If you need it, take it,” I say, shrugging. All of my important personal information is locked down. He can’t get into anything other than those photos.

As he walks away, I take advantage of his absence to turn the toy up even more.

“Fuck me, Jack,” Dolly whimpers, turning to bury her face in my shoulder as she squirms. “I thought I was going to lose it earlier. I can’t focus on anything other than the need to come.”

“No, you don’t get to come,” I admonish. “I won’t allow you to talk about yourself the way you were. You’re amazing, baby. Now, feel my displeasure. Your clit is going to throb for the rest of our meeting.”

“God, you’re so mean,” she pants. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” I tell her with a smirk. “I want you to remember how special you are. You have a gift, and I want to explore it. Sullivan isn’t easily impressed.”

A waitress comes up as Dolly struggles to sit up and not writhe for friction. I know her clit is throbbing, and her cunt is begging to be filled. It’s more intense in some ways than the vibrating butt plug I used with Bee.

I’m going to deny her orgasms for not believing in herself more.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t come by sooner. Can I get you drinks? I already have Mr. Sullivan’s order,” the waitress says. He’s in here often since it’s close to the school.

“I’ll have a whiskey on the rocks,” I tell her as Dolly breathes slowly to try to get ahead of the rolling pulses from the toy.

“Water is fine, please,” Dolly says in a slightly breathless voice. The waitress nods and leaves to fill the order, while Dolly drops her head back.

“Jack,” she rasps, her fingers curling as her lips part in need. Turning, I hold her tightly in my arms as I kiss her hard, swallowing down her whimpers.

“Are you going to continue to be a brat?” I murmur against her lips.

“Probably,” she says with a smirk, making me bark out a laugh. “I promise to entertain the possibility that my words don’t suck. Happy?”

“Not even a little,” I growl, moving back in my seat and dropping the vibration to a bare hum.

“Oh fuck,” she gasps, shuddering at the way it changed. I’m going to have to be careful about how much I tease her. Dolly’s eyes are slightly glazed, her cheeks high in color. She’s so damn responsive, but I don’t want her to get too overstimulated.

“Deep breaths, baby girl,” I murmur, handing her the water as it arrives.

Her hands tremble as she takes a sip, but doesn’t spill. Sullivan comes back, slipping into the booth, grinning as he glances at his rum and coke. Taking a sip, he nods as he focuses on us.

“Can you start tomorrow? You can fill out all of the paperwork, and also submit some of your writing to the school to tentatively begin classes next week with the first years,” Sullivan says. “You may be one of the oldest students…”

“Oldest as in a class of five year olds?” Dolly asks with a small smile. “You’re taking a big leap of faith on me, so I don’t think I would care if it was.”

“No,” he says with a chuckle. “They’re like fourteen and will probably be snotty, but I have a feeling you won’t have any issues with them. It’s the best class to start you off with as far as musical theory and finding an instrument for you. If you want to seriously write songs, it’ll be important.”

“That’s what sparked the conversation with Jack about this,” she says, forcing herself to sound normal. I can see the way her nipples are pebbled from here, and her body is tense. “I was complaining that I couldn’t see the words move.”

Sullivan grins, “Fuck yes! That’s what music is, Dee. There’s usually an interview process, and the board will want to speak to you, but as far as I’m concerned, you get it. Words to music feels exactly like that for me. It’s the highs and lows of life, and everything else in between. Welcome to Melton School of Music.”

“Wait, you’re serious?” Dolly looks as if she’s going to pass out, and I wrap my arm around her, calling over the waitress to bring me a soda for her. I think she’s experiencing her own roller coaster of emotions, and her sugar just dropped.

I don’t fucking know when she last ate anything other than the chips I tossed at her, while she lost herself to her writing today.

“As a heart attack,” Sullivan murmurs. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t think she thought you’d actually agree that easily,” I say. Smiling at the server, I ask, “Can I get a coke, and an order of the fried artichokes, please? My girlfriend skipped lunch.”

“Dee, was this written today? Can we get a cheese board as well, please? Can’t have my new employee passing out on me,” Sullivan says with a shrug.

As the waitress leaves, Dolly nods. “I took my GED online exam today, and then got the urge to write. I haven’t in years,” she admits.

“I’d have never noticed,” he says. Sullivan doesn’t ask too many questions while still pulling information from Dolly. By the end of our meeting, she’s eaten, and he’s learned enough to be happy with his decision to hire her.

He’s a hardass, but fair.

The entire time, the toy is at a low buzz, but she manages to function well.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Sullivan reminds her as we get up from the table. “Jack has the address.”

“I look forward to it,” she says as she watches him stride off. “Oh, how am I going to get there?”

The question is directed to me as I start walking toward the exit, making me smile. “I’m driving you to work, Dee. Take a deep breath, baby. You got the job and a place at the school. The rest will fall into place.”

Dolly nods as she steps through the door I’m holding open for her. “You can’t take me every day, though,” she says. “I wonder if the bus runs by the school.”

“You’re not taking the goddamn bus,” I growl, my hand on the small of her back as we walk. A smile plays on her lips, and I realize she’s teasing me. “You’re fucking with me, aren’t you? Besides, I need to teach you how to drive.”

“Really?” Dolly asks, so surprised I want to hit her father in the face. I’ve felt this way since he died, maybe even before that. Her parents ignored her until she didn’t feel worthy of asking for things.

“Yes,” I say, opening the truck passenger side door. Helping her in, I grumble to myself once I shut it, walking around the front to enter the vehicle. Once I’m turning on the truck, I sigh.

“It’s a skill you need, and then I’ll get you a car when you’re ready to hit the roads.”

“I don’t need a car,” she says stubbornly, and I curb the intrusive thoughts that want to turn up the vibrator buried in her pussy. I can’t change the way Dolly thinks overnight.

“Not immediately,” I mutter, driving home. Wincing, I realize that I forgot the fucking cake I promised Bee, and decide I’ll have to make it up to her somehow.

“Bee and I can take you wherever you need to go for now, but I do want you to learn how to drive. I know you don’t like to be spoiled, but I need you to get used to it. You have a birthday in two weeks. I have four years of birthdays to catch up on.”

“You bought me clothes for my birthday,” Dolly reminds me, but I simply shrug.

“Those weren’t birthday gifts,” I tell her. “I wanted to provide you with necessities.”

“Clothes are necessary, I just don’t know that the amount was,” she sighs. “I do love them, though.”

“Good, because you look incredible,” I murmur. “I can’t wait to take it off before I spank and fuck you.”

“Jack,” she whispers as I park the truck in the underground garage. I know Dolly doesn’t love this apartment, because it’s so impersonal, and I agree. There’s just a little more I need to do before I begin to look for a house.

I can’t risk her being taken from me. I need to be certain that Gareth isn’t a factor in her safety, and if he is, I’m going to need to eliminate him.

“Do you not want me to fuck you?” I ask, touching the remote’s control reverently as I turn off the vehicle.

“No…no,” she gasps. “Please fuck me here.”

“I know for a fact there are cameras down here,” I say with a chuckle, gesturing for her to follow me out of the truck. “No one else gets to see your bare ass while you bounce on my cock but me.”

“Fine,” she whines, though I know she’s needy and close to craving an orgasm more than her next breath. “You’re being so mean.”

“I know, baby girl,” I coo with a hidden smile as I get us upstairs. “Color?”

“Green, as long as you promise to make me come,” she says, her legs slightly wobbly. Those shoes are coming off pretty soon, or I’ll have to not let her walk for a while.

“I will, after I make your ass red for being a brat,” I tell her as I finally unlock our door. Bee glances over at us, brows raised as Dolly walks in.

“How did it go?” Bee asks. “Why does she look like she’s pouting?”

“He won’t let me come,” Dolly mutters. Bee giggles, opening her arms wide for her to come cuddle with her.

“How long has he been edging you,” she asks, pushing Dolly’s hair back.

Too fucking long. I need to make this fast, because I feel a little bad that it’s been hours. Sullivan decided he liked Dolly, and kept us longer than he usually would have.

“Hours,” I grunt, pulling off my belt. I also remove my shirt and toe off my shoes. I want to feel the carpet on my feet.

“Strip, Dolly. You’re going to take your punishment, and then I’ll fuck you while Bee eats your pussy.”

Scrambling up, Dolly strips out of her clothes, leaving her panties and heels on. Well, that won’t do…

“Panties too,” I say, adjusting my cock as I watch Bee help her take them off. She kisses Dolly’s ass cheek, making me grin as I sit in the armchair next to them, placing the remote beside me. “Come here, beautiful.”

The toy is still pressed inside of her, making her thighs tremble as she walks over to me. Grabbing her wrists, I help her lay across my thighs.

“Can I use my belt to bind your wrists behind your back, Dolly?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says, without hesitation. “I mean, green.”

Nodding, I fashion cuffs from my belt, slipping them over her thin wrists and tightening them. I motion Bee over to me, using her hand to hold it tight.

“Attagirl,” I croon, stroking my hand down her body. “I want you to count every single time I spank your ass, baby. There will be five swats. Can you handle that?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, but I hear a tendril of excitement too. Thank fuck. While I need this, and my cock is rock hard, I still need her consent. I want to explore if she’ll enjoy it or not.

Bee and I have been playing with dominance and the brat dynamic, but we’ve never gotten to this point. Usually, I end up fucking her throat, denying her an orgasm, and snuggling her to sleep.

I’ve teased her about spankings, it just hasn’t happened. Her eyes are wide, pupils blown, and she shifts on her feet as she watches.

Bee is definitely turned on by this. Glad to hear it. I can bend for them, but I really enjoy control. It gets worse when I can’t fix things. I’ve visited sex clubs in an effort to get my itch scratched, especially during the years that Dolly was in New England alone.

I couldn’t fix that, so my need for control was off the charts.

I haven’t been in a relationship in longer than I can say outside of Dolly and Bee, and because of the specificity of what I needed, I couldn’t risk a random hookup that didn’t entail a non-disclosure agreement.

The last thing I needed as the face of the company was a scandal.

I need to remember that I have to go slow with Bee and Dolly, because the last thing I want is to scare either one of them. My hand caresses her ass before moving to push her toy firmly inside of her.

“Jack. I can’t. Please,” she gasps.

“You’re going to leave it in for a little longer, baby. I want you to come from the toy and my spanking,” I growl. “No more edging, Dolly. Whenever it washes over you, go with it.”

Turning up the vibration, I drop the remote without looking at where it lands, leaning forward to hold her body still with my forearm and my weight.

“Take a breath for me, and remember to count for me,” I remind her. The counting is meant to ground her, and also help her understand how many are left. I started with a smaller number because I want to see how she does.

As Dolly takes a breath, I raise the hand not on her body currently, spanking her ass. She cries out and tenses, writhing as the toy does its job. Just in time, she remembers to call out the number one before I have to remind her.

Chuckling, I press down on the pretty, red handprint, groaning as I revel in how it looks along her skin.

“Fuck, I’m going to want to spank you more after this,” I groan.

“Wait, am I included in this?” Bee asks, beginning to pant.

“Are you not wet from watching?” I ask, glancing at her. I really want to call her pet, I’m so fucking riled up from this. I’ll have to work up to that, but fuck me, this is what I’ve been missing in my life.

“I’ll never tell,” she snarks before biting her lip. Her cheeks are flushed, and I have a feeling they’re both enjoying this.

Rocking the toy inside of Dolly, I listen to her moan. “Jack,” she says. “I’m too close. I’m gonna… Ah!”

I don’t give her a moment to think, I spank the same cheek, knowing it’ll sting and her pussy will clamp down on the toy.

“Two, oh God,” Dolly says, her body shuddering. Her skin is covered in goosebumps, her legs spread wide. Every time I spank her, her feet rise up onto her toes, and she looks fucking gorgeous.

“You’re doing so good,” Bee murmurs, her voice sounding rough with desire. She’s leaning against the armchair, her body buzzing with the need to do something.

“Isn’t she?” I ask lazily. Moving my arm to pull sharply on Dolly’s hair, I force her to look up at me. Helpless, frustrated tears stain her cheeks, but it’s not because she’s afraid of me. It’s because she’s so fucking close to her release. “Color.”

“Yellow,” Dolly pants. “I’m okay, I just feel like I’m losing my mind. The spankings help to ground me, but I have to come, and I feel too much.”

“You’re absolutely perfect,” I reassure her, kissing her as she arches back to get to me. It means the kiss is gentler than I want to give her, which makes her moan in complaint. God, she looks gorgeous, bound and needy.

“Three more. Can you be a good girl, and come as I spank you?”

“I’ll try,” she promises, laying back down. Her cheek is pressed against the couch cushion by my thigh, which can’t be comfortable.

I lean forward again, holding her in place, finding the remote and handing it to Bee. “Press the button three times,” I command. Her thighs are pressed tightly together as she does as I ask, and I spank Dolly three times in succession, choosing different areas.

Screaming, she explodes, pushing the toy out of her pussy as she comes. thrusting my fingers inside of her, I fuck her through her release.

“Goddamn, you feel good,” I rasp. “I expect you to come on my cock too, drenching it so Bee can lick me clean.”

“Jack,” Bee pants. “You’re going to kill us both with that mouth. Holy hell.”

Chuckling, I pull my drenched fingers out of Dolly and suck them clean. Lifting her up so she’s sitting on my lap, I enjoy her hiss of pain.

“Does your ass hurt?” I tease Dolly, unbuttoning my pants and releasing my cock. “Bee, I think you’re wearing too many clothes for this. I want to see you.”

Rolling her eyes at me, she pulls off the tank-top and panties she was wearing. Moving to the coffee table, she sits down on it to show us… everything.

“You’re drenched,” Dolly says, lips parted. Her wrists are still behind her back, and I make sure it’ll stay secured. I wanted Bee to be part of the experience of holding Dolly still, but I am capable of doing it myself.

“I think Bee should make herself come while she watches me fuck you,” I murmur, helping Dolly straddle me while she watches our girl. Lining myself up, I revel in the sight of her sinking down on my cock.

Her pussy is puffy and pink from being edged for hours, and drips arousal down my shaft. “God, I will never get used to this sight.”

“You teased her too long,” Bee reprimands, her creamy thighs spread wide as she begins to masturbate. Her body is already threatening to tense with an impending orgasm as she watches us together.

Her body is primed, but it never takes Bee very long to come when properly motivated.

It’s keeping her on the edge that’s harder.

“I know. This was my fault. I didn’t think Sullivan would keep us so long,” I respond, letting Dolly find a rhythm as she bounces on my cock. “Fuck, yes. That’s it, baby girl. Come all over my dick. Make a goddamned mess of me.”

My words trigger Bee, with her fingers deep in her cunt, and her thumb furiously rubbing her clit as she comes, her chest heaving as her tits sway gently. Kissing up Dolly’s neck, I pull her down to the base of my cock.

“Look what we did,” I whisper in her ear. “Bee came just from watching us.”

“And listening to your dirty mouth,” Dolly says, chest heaving. “You’re a bad influence.”

Bee sits up, dropping to the floor to crawl toward us. Dolly moans as she watches, and I decide Bee is just as bad as I am.

“I’m the innocent one,” Bee says with a smirk. “Now, make sure you squirt for me, Dahlia. I want lots of your cream to clean up.”

Adjusting Dolly so she’s laying on my chest, I splay my legs wide to not only accommodate Bee between them, but I can also fuck up into Dolly. I groan as I feel Bee squeeze my balls and lick up my cock until she finds me connected to Dolly. Deciding to go with it, I roll my hips up to fuck her. It’s a gentler motion, but she stays filled the entire time.

“Oh, shit,” Dolly whimpers. “This is so much more intense. Bee…your tongue is going to kill me.”

“Enjoy the ride,” Bee murmurs, sucking hard on her clit.

The walls of Dolly’s pussy begin to flutter, and I let my hands explore, since there’s nowhere for her to go since she’s sandwiched between us. My hands squeeze and torture her nipples, making me grunt as she strangles my cock.

I’m not small, and it still makes me smile whenever I remember the way she asked me if I’d fit. I am stretching Dolly’s sweet pussy wide, and I kiss her cheek as she writhes against my chest.

“You always look so pretty on my cock,” I growl. “I love knowing you’re mine and Bee’s. I’m the only one who will ever fuck either of you. I’m the only one who will fill your cunts up with cum. Fuck yes, you’re clenching so hard. Do you like that?”

Bee licks Dolly like it’s her mission in life as she kneels between my thighs. Her fingers tug and squeeze my balls the way I like, and I can feel them begin to draw up as my back tingles.

“Goddamnit, Bee. You’re making me wild, and Dolly’s going to come again. Play with your pussy, I want you to fall with us,” I grunt.

Bee does it immediately, making me see that she’s been wanting to, but waiting for permission. She’s a bit more submissive in the bedroom, even though she gives me a run for my money outside of it.

She enjoys pushing me more now that we’re on solid ground. I never meant to make her feel as if her place in my life wasn’t firmly with me.

Another way I fucked up while Dolly was gone.

The sound of fucking and moaning fill the air until Dolly breaks first when I slide my hand between her legs and pinch her clit. Screaming, her pussy brings me with her as I fill her with my cum and I roar.

I can feel as Dolly’s release slides down my cock and balls, drenching me.

Bee gazes up at us with wide eyes as she furiously rubs her clit, watching my cum overflow Dolly’s pussy.

“Fuck,” she gasps, mouth wide as she keens, coming hard.

Breathing hard, I tug Bee up into the arm chair as she trembles and twitches, snuggling them together.

“Color,” I whisper in their ears.

“Green,” they reply, unable to catch their breath.

“I didn’t think I’d like being spanked as much as I did,” Dolly whispers, kissing my jaw. “Is it weird to wonder if I need it? I just feel…happy. Like whatever will happen tomorrow, will be what needs to.”

“It makes perfect sense,” I tell her, holding them both for a while. It feels selfish to want them both, but I know for damn sure that Bee and Dolly need each other. Sometimes, things just work and you shouldn’t poke at it.