Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty-Six

Dahlia

T hree days later, a very grumpy Sullivan comes stomping into the building, grumbling, his hair showing signs that he’s been running his fingers through it. He looks like a mad scientist at this point and it’s only eight AM.

“Did you forget to use a brush this morning?” I tease him as he walks through the lobby. Ciara doesn’t smile but I can feel amusement in her body next to me. She does a good job of hiding it.

“I hate today,” he grunts, laying his head on the counter of the desk. “You’re going to too. I have to make an announcement for the New Year’s party. Basically, my backers want to know what the hell we accomplish.”

“I can’t go to parties,” I remind him, shrugging.

“It’s a recital at a donor’s home, Dee. I’ll have Jack provide the security. Please?” Sullivan begs.

Sighing, I glance at Ciara. “That’s going to be a logistical nightmare, right?” I ask her.

“It’ll suck,” she agrees. “We’ll make it work, though, if Jack approves of it.”

“Thank fuck,” Sullivan mutters, standing to make himself look presentable. He’s wearing a button-up gray shirt without a tie, but he rarely wears a tie to work.

“I’ll come back to give you details after I announce it. Tell everyone to go to Auditorium A, please.”

Frowning at him, I watch as he strides away to his office. I don’t even know what this all will entail, but performing in public, this time probably alone, isn’t something I want to be doing.

Professors and students come through the door after showing their badges, and I begin to direct them with a smile to the auditorium.

“Why aren’t you going?” Arina asks, lip curling as she stands in front of my desk.

Encouraging my lips to stay relaxed and not snarl at her, I say, “I’m manning the desk, Arina, so I won’t be in attendance. Please go meet Sullivan in the auditorium as asked.”

“It should be Mr. Hayes to you,” she says. “I don’t know why you think you’re so special. He really saved your ass at the open house. Are you sure you’re not sleeping with him?”

Oh for fuck’s sakes.

I like Sullivan as a friend and a mentor but that’s it. Why does everyone immediately jump to that conclusion?

“Arina! That’s enough,” roars a music theory teacher. Professor Jakobe doesn’t deal with bullshit well, and I appreciate that. Most of the professors here are very straightforward and knowledgeable.

Jumping into the air in surprise, she puts her hand on her chest dramatically. “I’m going, I’m going. I shouldn’t be punished for speaking the truth.”

Blowing out a breath, I shake my head as the lobby clears out. Collapsing into the chair behind my desk, I groan.

“Can it be Friday yet?” I ask.

Ciara doesn’t say anything, and I stay busy answering calls for the next three hours. I’m sure Sullivan has to be done with his meeting, but I get all kinds of questions coming through, and I answer or transfer them accordingly.

“Hey,” Sullivan says softly as I speak to a woman who I’m certain has the wrong number.

“No, this isn’t Sully’s car shop,” I tell her, widening my eyes at him. Snickering, he reaches over and takes the phone from me.

“I’m sorry, it sounds as if you have the wrong number, Ma’am,” he says. “Mmhmm. It’s no trouble. Uh-huh. Have a good day.”

Hanging up the phone, Sullivan blows out a breath. “I tried to stop by an hour ago, and you were busy then too. What’s in the water?”

“Crack,” I deadpan. “It’s been so busy. I don’t usually get calls like this, not unless we’re in the news or something. I mean, it’s almost mid-December. Why aren’t we slow?”

“Yeah, which is why I have students losing their minds that they have roughly three weeks to come up with a unique compilation with their group mates,” he says.

“Group?” I ask, latching onto the word. “No.”

“Yep. You need to eat. Let me grab someone to take over,” he says, ignoring me.

Scowling, I give myself two complete minutes to be really annoyed about this.

“They’re coming back. Fix your face,” Ciara grunts, barely moving her lips.

Growling under my breath, I do as she suggests, forcing my lips into a neutral position. Sullivan looks knowingly at me as he asks Katina to take over for me. She’s seventeen, sweet, and here for vocal support and music lessons.

Following Sullivan, I grab my lunch from the lounge before continuing to his office.

“Who is my so-called group?” I ask, pulling out my sandwich from my lunch box.

Sullivan moves to his desk, sitting down heavily.

“I spent all last night trying to find people who would work well together as far as music is concerned,” he begins. I wrinkle my nose at him in annoyance that he’s known about this since last night, making him chuckle.

“Look, it’s just a few weeks, Dee. Ivan, you, and Pilar should be able to make it work.”

I’ve seen Pilar around. I don’t know her well outside of being quiet and she plays the violin. Ivan plays the piano, but I don’t know how that will translate to working well together.

Swallowing my food, I ask, “You’ve finally cracked, haven’t you? The instruments we play are wildly different, and while Ivan no longer makes comments under his breath, his girlfriend accused me of sleeping with you. So, this will be a lot of fun, dude.”

“She what?” Sullivan sputters. “Oh my God.”

“Yep. No offense, but my dance card is full, more than full. I don’t know why that’s her move: insulting me like that,” I mutter, taking a sip of my water. “Arina is so jealous she can’t stand it.”

“Well to unpack that a little,” Sullivan says, eyes wide. “You’re my friend’s girlfriend, so I would never go there regardless, and there are a myriad of other issues like you’re my employee and you’re a student. You’re also one of the only people that I enjoy hanging out with. Sex and friendship don’t mix either way. Second of all, Arina and Ivan have never dated, even though they’re close. Their parents are friends. Fuck, his father is Mafia I think. God, why are so many of my students’ parents criminals?”

“They have to pay your fees somehow,” I tease him, smirking as I finish my sandwich and open my bag of potato chips. “Have you seen how much your tuition is to attend here?”

“Haha,” he mutters. “Yes, I know. I think that you can create really interesting music together. I hear and experience things differently, but I can imagine a seriously haunting melody, Dee. Just go with it. Don’t let Ivan be a dickhead to you, either.”

“Got it, boss,” I say, sighing. “Any other advice?”

“Yes, please take your full lunch break,” he says.

“I can’t do that. They’re going to fucking murder, Katina,” I remind him, stuffing another potato chip into my mouth.

As if I spoke it into existence, his extension rings, and it’s the front desk. Chugging my bottle of water, I wince as I realize I have to use the restroom.

“Tell her I’ll be there in five!” I say, getting up and racing from the room to pee.

“Dee!” Sullivan yells, exasperated, but I hear him speaking to Katina in the next breath.

I don’t know how this place ever survived without me.

“Mr. Hayes is a brilliant mind, but I think he’s insane for pairing us together,” Ivan grumbles. Friday came way too soon, and now I’m stuck at rehearsal with him.

Apparently, I’m the only student who calls him Sullivan. I think it’s because I was introduced to him as such, and I was never corrected. Now, after months, it’s too ingrained in me to change it.

“Well, we’re going to have to roll with it,” I mutter. “When I spoke to him about this particular grouping, he said that he imagines a haunting quality for the music we create. What do you think about that?”

“You’re such a freak,” Ivan says, making me blink at the unexpected hostility in his words. “How are we supposed to make music that matters when you’re practically an embryo in the music world? Sure, Mr. Hayes made you look good at the Open House, but we aren’t going to pull your weight for you.”

“I think you’re being really harsh,” Pilar says mildly. I’m not quite sure if she’s about to help or hurt my tenuous situation right now. “Mr. Hayes is brilliant, and it’s clear to me that Dee performed well under pressure. I don’t understand why she had to get up in front of everyone, and I think it was unfair. This is graded, so we need to get it together.”

Sullivan didn’t tell me this was graded. Wonderful.

“If Ivan can hold his comments, I think we can work something out,” I say, starting to think about what we can create. “Pilar, can you play me something that will pull some emotion out of me? I want to see something.”

Nodding, she lifts her instrument and begins to play. Listening, I start to see a pattern I can use for a song I have written but have no melody for. Humming under my breath, I nod as I grab my guitar and start to play with her.

The notes we play twist and turn together, but never clash. Ivan’s jaw drops as he listens before he begins to glare again.

“I can’t play like that,” he says once the sounds fade away. “I can write music, but I can’t jump in the way you just did.”

“So you’ll write the music,” I say with a shrug. “Let’s go. Less pouting, more action!”

Ivan snarls at me, but grabs his music sheets and a pencil with a nod. “Go again,” he grunts.

He’s a real peach.

This is our first session, and it’s late Friday afternoon. We’ll need to practice nonstop in order to be ready for this. Three hours later, we’re all exhausted and tired.

Sullivan knocks on the door of the practice room we’re in, peeking his head in. The school is closed to the public, so I’m not needed at the desk, but students are all taking advantage of every single second of practice time.

“Alright, I’m going to call it for you three before you kill each other, because you’re tired and hungry,” he says. “Get some good work in?”

“It’s alright,” Ivan allows petulantly. “I still think I’m being punished for having to work with her.”

“That’s too damn bad,” Sullivan says with a shrug. “Walk with me, Dee. I’m already getting calls about overworking you.”

“Your daddy really needs to stop being so overbearing,” Ivan says.

“Ew,” I say, horrified. While I know this is a kink, it isn’t one I have. I’m going to blame my trauma on this. “I don’t kink shame, but that’s not one of mine, Ivan.”

“I know I saw you kiss him once, but you’re really fucking him?” Ivan asks.

“All of this is inappropriate,” Sullivan growls. Yeah, he’s going to blow up soon, and I don’t want to be the reason for it.

“I’m going. I’ve had my fill of practicing,” I mutter, picking up my guitar and bag.

“I got that,” he says, taking it from me and letting me out the door. He puts the guitar away in the instruments room, and I can see he’s fuming.

“I get these backhanded comments a lot, Sullivan,” I tell him. “I ignore most of them.”

“Like you said, it’s insulting. It pisses me off,” he says as we walk. Ciara follows behind us, not looking at all bored. I don’t know how she manages it.

“Was there really something you wanted to ask me about?” I question, yawning. It’s been a long damn week.

“Yeah, actually. Are you happy at the school?” he asks, turning to face me suddenly. “I’m aware that I’m not the only place that would be able to help your musical career as a songwriter. It’s silly to think so. I have connections and blah, blah, blah, but you don’t have to be here to benefit from them. Is the bullshit too much?”

“I don't think so,” I tell him. “No one has pissed in my locker or stolen my shit. Yes, that’s the baseline I go by. I don’t feel particularly unsafe when I come into work, either. There are only two people that really make me want to knock their heads together, otherwise, I’m able to ignore it most of the time.”

“Okay, good. I don’t want you to feel obligated to put up with things you don’t want to do,” he says. “I’m trying to wrap my head around what you said about people pissing in your locker though, because anyone who did that would be in fucking jail and expelled from this school.”

“Isn’t that life, though?” I remind him. “I think the important thing is weighing what makes it all worth it.”

“Yo, Dee. We’re meeting again on Sunday,” Ivan yells out as he leaves.

“Fuck a duck,” I mutter, making Sullivan snort. “Okay!”

“Really, that’s what you went with?” Sullivan asks.

“Yep,” I grunt. “I’m hangry and tired. I’ll see you when I see you.”

Ciara drives me home, and Jack is waiting downstairs to walk me inside.

“I’m going to feed you, send you to take a shower, and then fuck you senseless,” he growls in my ear as we go up the elevator.

“I hear a lot of promises,” I tease him, leaning against him. “What if I wanted a low key night and to watch you fuck our girl?”

The elevator doors open and I start to walk out, only to realize that Jack hasn’t moved.

“Is that what you want?” he asks.

I think about what we talked about once about him fucking her ass, and swallow hard. I’ve been doing a lot of work with my therapist recently, and I think I’ve begun to shift my mindset.

While I’m not ready to attempt anal with Jack, I wouldn’t mind watching him and Bee together. I need to see what her experience is.

I think I’ll trust it a little more if I can witness that she’s enjoying it.

“Yes, it is,” I say, watching him slowly stalk toward me.

Jack’s fingers wrap around my throat as he gazes down at me, and I relax into his grip.

“You constantly amaze me,” he murmurs. “Are you feeling adventurous enough to play? Push those fingers into your ass while you fuck your cunt with a toy?”

My breaths get faster at his words, and I can feel myself getting wet. Bit by bit, Jack is helping me to rewrite my story.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” he growls, his thumb pushing my head further back so he can give me a filthy kiss. Jack makes me feel safe, his hand grounds me firmly from floating away as he pulls my soul out of my body with his lips.

“Yes,” I pant, chest heaving. “Please.”

“So goddamn strong and perfect,” Jack murmurs. “Let’s go into the apartment before I lose it and fuck you against the wall.”

Squeaking, I pull away from him, hurrying to the apartment entrance. My OBGYN appointment is on Monday, so I really can’t fuck him, not the way he very clearly wants. Jack unlocks the door, and I can feel his erection against my back, even though he's not grinding on me.

It’s more of a “Hi, I’m here, cocks get hard”, kind of way.

Hurrying inside, I can hear Jack chuckling under his breath as he follows me.

“Are you okay?” Bee asks, watching us from the couch as I pull off my jacket and hang it up. My mittens, scarf, earmuffs, and boots come off next, and then I’m walking toward her.

“Is Jack chasing you or were you a bad girl? Do I get to watch him spank you again?”

“You’re such a brat,” I mutter, crawling onto the couch and laying on top of her. “Have I mentioned how much I hate group projects?”

“No, but with Ivan in your group, I’m sure it was hell,” Bee says, playing with my hair as Jack disappears from the room. I can hear him opening the fridge, and my stomach rumbles.

“Hungry?”

“Starving,” I groan. “And yes, he’s a dick. I think he hated everything we worked on, even though it wasn’t half bad by the end. We have a lot of work to do, though.”

“Sullivan texted to tell me that you guys had a rough practice,” Jack says from the kitchen. He’s chopping vegetables, and I sigh at his words. I’m so hungry, I can’t really focus.

“Was that before or after you asked him when I’d be home?” I tease him, guessing that’s what happened, based on Sullivan’s comment about overworking me. Jack’s snort tells me I’m right, and I smirk as I snuggle with Bee.

“Ivan kept making inappropriate comments about how I slept my way into the school. He also called you my ‘daddy’ and was just really gross. A part of me thinks he’s jealous because his musical abilities are different from mine. It ended up working out because he wrote the musical score as I played with Pilar. That’s one of the things that takes me the longest to do.”

“The things I want to do to both of you doesn’t have any business being in a ‘Daddy’ dynamic,” Jack says, rolling his eyes. “I understand Ivan meant it in a derogatory way, but I’ve never wanted to punch a kid the way I want to hit that fuckhead.”

“I was pretty sure Sullivan was close to losing it too,” I sigh. “I also realized something today, should I start calling him Mr. Hayes? I’m the only one at the school that doesn’t.”

I can hear oil sizzling on the stove top, and soon smell meat and veggies being cooked.

“I introduced him as Sullivan, so I can see why you wouldn’t call him by his last name,” Jack says. “I think he’d feel like you’re distancing yourself if you started doing it all of a sudden. It’s hard for him to connect with people, and you won’t hesitate to push back and give him shit. He asked me if he can steal you away during Christmas break for a few hours to play together.”

Smiling, I decide I’d really like that. It’s fun and not stressful to play with Sullivan.

“I think you’re right,” I admit. “And I do want a jam session with Sullivan. There’s a song that’s been giving me trouble that I want to work on. Maybe I’ll be able to figure it out with him. I don’t want to reflect badly on Sullivan.”

“Hey, I doubt that you could,” Bee says. “People are jealous, and their gut instinct is to say that you must have fucked your way into the position you’re in.”

“We all know that you’re talented,” Jack says, just as the rice maker begins to beep. Mmm. Beef and veggie stir fry sounds like the perfect dinner for such a cold day. I can hear him plating, so I get up to help him.

Soon, we’re sitting and eating in the kitchen, and Jack smirks from across the island.

“Dolly and I had a very interesting conversation,” he says. “She wants to watch me fuck your tight little asshole, Bee. Are you up for that?”

Blinking, she gets a dopey smile on her face that’s adorable. “Yes, please,” she murmurs. “Are you going to watch, Dahlia, or do you want to try seeing what it feels like to stretch your ass with a butt plug? It may be different if you’re using it on yourself.”

“That makes sense,” Jack says. “Your call, beautiful. I have toys I’ve been saving in the drawer for the last few months.”

“Like what?” I ask, curiosity getting the best of me as I shift my weight in my seat.

“Well,” Jack says knowingly as his mismatched eyes watch me, “I bought a strap-on because Bee mentioned she wanted to try one, a few different sized butt plugs, two of which vibrate, and two vibrators.”

“You’ve been busy internet shopping,” Bee teases him, impressed.

“I tend to scroll the clock app when I’m bored,” he admits. “One of the clit suckers had a ton of reviews, so I caved and bought it. Imagine all of your holes being filled while you watch me fuck Bee.”

“And then maybe one day I can fuck you, Dahlia,” she says with a wicked grin.

“You’re going to kill me with orgasms,” I whisper with wide eyes.

Jack snickers as he starts to put dishes in the sink and food away in containers for the fridge.

“I’m not hearing a no yet,” he says. “What’s your color, baby?”

“Green,” I rasp, knowing I want to have some fun. I need to get out of my head or I’m just going to stew in my annoyance over practice. Having sex with Jack and Bee seems like the better option.

“I’m going to wash my hands and grab the toys. I’ll find you in the bedroom in a second,” he says. Bee grabs my hand and we grin at each other as we race to the room.

Thankfully, my bedroom isn’t entirely tarnished after finding that email and losing the contents of my lunch less than a week ago. I slept in Jack’s room for a few nights, but the horror is slowly fading. Knowing that Jack’s business partner is assisting also helps.

Bee pulls my shirt over my head and I pull her closer, my arms wrapped around her waist. She tilts her face up so I can kiss her, my hands slowly tangling in the waistband of her shorts, pushing them down.

Sweet moans greet me as my fingers brush down her body, easily slipping between her thighs. Her pussy is already wet, the talk during dinner priming her well.

“Do you like when Jack’s thick cock fucks you?” I whisper against her lips as she whines.

“Yes,” she whimpers. “I always feel so full, and he prepares me well no matter what. It only initially hurts a little from the stretch.”

My lips find her again, my fingers pushing inside of her slick channel as I fuck her pussy. I can feel her walls flutter, but she’s not close enough yet. Edging her is fun, I’ll let Jack decide if she can come or not.

“I always love watching you together,” Jack murmurs, dropping toys on the bed. “Finish undressing, I want you to make Bee come, Dolly. I want her to be very relaxed.”

Removing my fingers from Bee’s glistening pussy, I suck on them as I watch Bee blush.

“My favorite,” I murmur, getting undressed. “I want more.”

Bee tears off her shirt, not wearing a bra since she’s been home. Crawling onto the bed, I can hear Jack groan as he enjoys the view of our bodies on display.

“I want to taste you too,” Bee moans, and I nod, pulling her to straddle my face, so I can eat her pussy while she licks me out. Jack takes advantage of the position to drizzle lubricant on his fingers and rubs them over Bee’s hole.

“Nice and relaxed, baby girl. Show Dolly how much you like my fingers in your ass,” Jack murmurs.

Bee makes me whimper as she drives me wild with her tongue, while I suck hard on her clit, as Jack pushes his thick fingers into her ass.

“Oh God,” Bee moans. “That feels so good.”

Rolling my tongue through her arousal, I revel in her sweet flavor as I watch Jack slowly pump two of his fingers into her ass.

“She’s close,” he mutters. “Ready to push her over the edge?”

Nodding, I push my own fingers into her wet cunt, her thighs already showing how soaked she really is without having come yet. Losing myself to the sensations Bee is pulling from me, my hips start to flex up to beg for more, and I moan.

“Dolly,” Bee gasps, her head resting on my inner thigh for a second. “Oh fuck, you two are both going to kill me.”

“Not yet,” Jack grunts, pushing a third finger inside of her. I notice how she presses against my leg, feeling the way she blows out a breath slowly as she gets used to the stretch. Not once does she complain of pain, but instead, loses control as she clenches hard on my fingers while she shudders.

Bee doubles down on eating me out, making my eyes roll as she realizes how close she is.

“Come together,” Jack says. “I want to listen to you two squirt.”

Whimpering and wanting to please him, I work Bee’s clit with my fingers and mouth until I hear her begging to come. As if knowing I need a little pain, she pinches my clit, making me groan as I fall over the edge with her.

My thumb continues to rub her clit as she screams for me, and we both come apart together.

“Fuck, that’ll never get old,” Jack murmurs, pulling his fingers from Bee’s ass. She hisses as he does, but it’s not really from pain.

Breathing hard, Bee moves until she can snuggle against me and Jack chuckles.

“No, baby, get on your hands and knees,” he says. “Dolly, I think it’ll be easier to insert the plug if it’s stationary against the headboard, so you can push back into it. What do you think about this size?”

Chewing on the inside of my lip with slight apprehension, I sit up to see that he’s showing me a medium sized butt plug. It’s a sure sight smaller than his dick in many ways, and has a suction cup on it.

“It’ll vibrate too,” he explains, holding it out and showing me how to turn it on. The vibration is strong, making my jaw drop.

“I’m not going to last very long with this,” I rasp in surprise.

“You’re not supposed to,” he says with a grin. “I want you to be so focused on how good it feels, while having your own personal porn show, that you continually come for us. It’s part of my evil plan. Then, you’ll also have this toy that is a clit sucker and inserts into your pussy.”

“You’re going to turn me into mush,” I mutter as I look at the fun toys in his hands.

“That’s the point. Let me get some lube for you. You’re going to start by fucking your ass with your fingers and then get into position, so you’ll be able to use your toy, okay?” he asks.

It feels less scary as he says it, and I nod as he pours some lube on my fingers. Grabbing wipes, he cleans up his own hands, and then moves behind Bee. Leaning against the headboard, I watch as he ghosts his hand down her back and wraps her hair around his fist.

Jack pulls her head back sharply before gripping the base of his cock, pumping it a couple of times before pushing himself into her pussy.

I love watching them together either way.

My breaths come faster as I get comfortable, my hand reaching for the toy with the sucker, placing it over my clit and turning it on.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp, head dropping as I writhe. It’s so fucking strong, and exactly what I need to get out of my head. Tentatively I rub my lube-covered fingers over my asshole, whimpering as I find there’s nerve endings that actually feel good.

Jack is fucking Bee hard, her pussy is absolutely drenching his cock, and I take my time as I push a finger into my tight hole. It kind of hurts a little, but the clit toy overwhelms that feeling, reminding me that I enjoy a little pain.

I don’t know why, but it’s what I need to get off.

Slowly finding a rhythm, I moan as I feel my body starting to tingle. Bee already primed me to come, so it’ll be easier each time. Pushing a second finger inside of my ass, I find I don’t mind the stretch as I push it deeper.

My body is writhing, my nerve endings firing hard and helping me to keep Gareth out of my mind. He has no place in this space with my two favorite people, and a clit sucker that’s doing its best to pull my soul from my body, like a fucking Dementor.

My eyes roll as I come hard, almost taking me by surprise as my toes curl. I can feel Jack’s gaze on me, pulling Bee up, so her back hits his chest.

“Doesn’t she look beautiful and flushed,” he whispers in her ear. Chest heaving with exertion, her nipples are a dark pink and so damn tight with excitement, as her eyes move from where my fingers are buried in my ass, up my body.

“She does,” Bee rasps. My girl looks really well fucked, and my pussy clenches around nothing as I think about where Jack is going to put his cock next.

“Dahlia, grab the toy and fuck yourself into it as Jack fucks me. Do you want that?”

Hearing her ask me this makes me want nothing more, and I wince as I remove my fingers from my ass, gasping as I pull the clit sucker off of me. I’m going to get overstimulated if I don’t give myself a small break.

Limbs still clenching and releasing, I shiver as I get up, bringing the butt toy and lube with me as I move the pillows, so I’ll be able to position myself in front of the headboard. Jack and Bee move so I’ll have a good view as he pushes her head down on the mattress, smacking her ass hard to make her moan.

“Fuck, you’re such a pretty little fuck toy,” he praises her, making us both react with a whimper. His eyes move over to me, as if to check in. “Color, ladies.”

“Green,” I whisper, meaning it as Bee echoes me.

“Good, you’re doing so good,” he murmurs. “How did it feel with your fingers?”

“At first it stung a little, but then, it started to feel really good,” I admit.

“There’s a lot of nerve endings there,” he says. “Take it nice and easy. Coat the toy with lube after it’s on the headboard, pay special attention to the tip. It’ll start to feel really intense toward the middle, and then your ass will start to pull it in.”

I don’t know how he knows this, but I nod, because it makes sense. Doing as he says, I position myself on my hands and knees, moving back until my ass is at the tip of the plug.

“Breathe,” Jack grunts, though I’m not sure if he’s talking to Bee or me as I grab my clit sucker to place it back on my clit, and also push the flexible wand inside of my pussy.

The vaginal part is thick enough to make me moan softly, and then I turn the toy on. There’s vibration and suction, and I vaguely hear Bee gasp as I push back into the currently vibrationless butt plug.

“Watch, Dahlia,” Jack growls, forcing my eyes to where his dick is slowly disappearing into Bee’s tight asshole. Her mouth is wide as her eyes roll back, and Jack grabs one of the bullets he tossed on the bedspread earlier, to rub her clit with it. “See, just go nice and easy, baby.”

Following his words, I push back against the toy, feeling the way the added lube creates a better path for it, while my ass slowly stretches. Whimpering at how odd it feels as I continue to push back, I feel the moment it gets easier, and I’m able to rock along it.

Jack leans over and turns the plug on and the sharp vibration makes me groan like a porn star, all while he grins evilly. Bee lays her head on her arms as she watches me fuck myself, her eyes half open as Jack fucks her ass.

“You fucking love when I take your ass, don’t you, baby?” he croons, rubbing her asscheek before he spanks it. Bee tenses with a squeal, and I bet her sweet pussy and ass clenched down as Jack grunts, cursing.

“That’s it, come for me,” he grunts, and I swear it feels like he’s talking to me too as I push myself further down on the toy, my limbs shaking even harder as I get closer.

“Fuck your dirty goddamn mouth,” I gasp, breathing hard as I reach between my legs and rock the dildo portion of the toy in and out of me as if he were fucking me.

“Oh fuck!”

Screaming, I come so hard my vision clouds, and I barely hear as he brings Bee to orgasm again, roaring as he comes. I’m barely holding myself up, because I can’t fall forward with the plug inside of me.

Chuckling, Jack carefully pulls out of Bee’s ass, and I whimper, shuddering with a need I shouldn’t feel as I watch as his cum starts to drip out.

“We’ll work up to that, Dolly,” he growls, carefully turning off the trifecta of toys I’ve been working myself over with, and releasing the suction from the toy on the headboard. My arms fail me, making me collapse onto the mattress.

Reaching out to me, Bee links her fingers with mine, just as fucking wrecked as I am.

“Deep breath,” he rumbles, “and push out slowly.”

Doing as he says, I find the plug doesn’t hurt as he pulls it carefully out of me.

“Perfect,” he says, tossing the plug aside and pulling me into his arms. “How are you feeling?”

“Sleepy,” I murmur with a sigh.

Bee nods, crawling to lay next to me, wrapping her arms around me too.

“I feel safe and really happy,” I add.

“There’s our girl,” he praises me. “I should have known it was a little too ambitious for anything other than this.”

“Can Bee still fuck me another day?” I ask, my eyes wanting to close. My mind is still latched onto the idea of Bee with a strap on. I bet she’d look fucking stunning with it on.

“Yes, please,” Bee purrs, kissing my shoulder. “There’s so many fun ways we can use it. I’m proud of you by the way. Don’t let him have a single part of you.”

Knowing she means Gareth, I sniffle. I don’t know why I’m crying, but my body feels as if it’s coming down from a roller coaster. This is why Jack insists on aftercare because the sex is always so intense.

“Ours,” Jack whispers in my ear, and they hold me until I’m ready to get up and shower.

I don’t know what I’d do without them.