he hits the back of my throat, but he won’t let me pull back to breathe. “Do good, Nicolette.”
The bed dips behind me, and Elijah’s hands are on me, rubbing my sex.
“No rewards.” Mark snaps his fingers over my head as he pumps himself into my mouth, fucking my face the way he does my sex when he’s allowed.
“I’m just getting her wet, Mark. I don't want a dry pussy,” Elijah defends. He won’t shove into me without me ready for him. Mark will.
“Oh, fuck,” Mark groans, holding my face down on his shaft. I swallow around his dick, the coarse hair at the base tickling my nose. When stars begin to dance in the edges of my vision, he lets me go, and I gulp in a breath.
Elijah’s cock presses against my entrance, and I brace myself. It’s not enough. Mark times his thrust with Elijah, filling me at both ends. I fist the bedding beneath me, trying to relax. The more I calm, the faster I’ll be forgiven.
“Use your tongue.” Mark pulls my hair, and I wince. There isn’t an inch of me that doesn’t ache.
I do what he says, flicking my tongue under his head as he continues to thrust between my lips.
“Fuck, this is nice,” Mark says, satisfied. “Every night once she’s ours, Elijah, we’ll fuck her like this every night.”
Elijah’s cock plunges into me over and over again, his fingers dig into my hips.
“Yeah. Just like this. I love this,” Elijah agrees, but his excitement doesn’t match Mark’s.
I wrap my lips harder around Mark and start to suckle him. He groans so loud, it drowns out Elijah’s pants.
“Fuck yes!” Mark plunges forward into my mouth, and I swallow him down. The hot stream of his cum splashes down my throat and over my tongue when he pulls back an inch. It’s his forgiveness. I fight to hold it in my mouth.
“Oh, god, Nicolette. Such a good wife.” Elijah groans and falls forward on me as his cock plunges deep once more and he stills, filling me with his forgiveness.
A moment passes before Elijah and Mark both pull out of my body. Elijah pats my ass. “That was good.”
“Yeah, sweet mouth.” Mark taps my lips. “Not yet.” He warns me, and I nod so he knows I heard him. He smiles. “Good.”
Both of them climb off the bed, leaving me with my ass in the air and my lips sealed to keep Mark’s forgiveness from slipping out. The salty, warm liquid rolls around my tongue.
They pull up their jeans and yank their shirts over their heads. Mark sits in front of me on the bed, lifting my chin with a single finger.
“I can’t wait to have you every night without having to ask Papa. When you’re our wife, you’ll take care of us without hesitation. We won’t even have to ask, you’ll just be waiting for us like a good woman to see who will use your holes that night. And if you’re a good woman, a good wife, you’ll be rewarded. You like when I reward you, don’t you?” Mark asks.
I nod. I don’t ever tell him how dirty I feel after they reward me. It’s wrong to feel anything other than appreciation, so I keep it to myself.
“Good.” He smiles. “Go on, swallow my forgiveness.” He presses his finger to my lips.
I work the liquid down my throat and force myself to control the gag wanting to escape.
Elijah sits on the bed near my ass, his fingers trailing over the marks Papa left.
“You’re healing well,” he says tenderly. “Go on and get to bed, Nicolette. Papa wants you to wake him up before sunrise. He’ll give you his instructions for the day.”
I scramble off the bed.
“Thank you, Mark and Elijah,” I say when I’m at the door. I scoop my dress from the floor. “I promise I’ll be a better woman for you. I’ll be a good wife,” I say, holding my dress against my stomach.
“Sleep, Nicolette.” Mark waves his hand at me, dismissing me.
I rush from the room and dart across the hall to my own. Papa’s door is slightly open. Mark told me to go to him in the morning, so it’s not a signal for me. He’s been listening to us.
Once my belly rounds out, he’ll hear us every night. Every night, I’ll be expected to love my husbands. Love my Papa.
Every night.
And I’ll have a baby to raise.
To protect.
And when I have more babies? When they are older and it’s