The Proposal - Kitty Thomas Page 0,51
a freak. Fuck, he's sharing me with two other men. So why am I not allowed to call him Sir? Why doesn't he demand it?
“Lube the toy. I want you to use a lot so it slides right in.”
I take a deep breath as I do what he says. Even with lube, it's been a long time since I've had something this large inside me and I know we've been gradually easing to larger toys, but I get nervous and close up.
“Now, Livia. Fuck yourself. Penetrate that tight little pussy and imagine it's me.”
I let out a yelp as I push the toy inside. I spread my legs and arch my hips up to relax my muscles. My body finally lets the toy in. It's just a couple of inches at first, but finally after some patience I'm taking the entire thing.
Soren knows I've obeyed him because he chuckles and says, “Good girl.”
19
Griffin
The Phone Call
Four months ago. February.
I'm on my hands and knees in the middle of Soren's bedroom while he fucks my ass. He's still moving slowly inside me—almost gently—which only makes me impatient for more, but I can't make demands right now. He's on the phone with Livia, walking her through the next escalation in penetrative sex toys. He's using the same lube with me that he buys for her gifts. And I don't know how it feels for her, but it's the best fucking lube I've ever had inside my ass.
Today, I selected the gift, and I wish it was me on the phone with her. But we've all agreed Soren will be the only contact point for overtly sexual behavior until the wedding, because there needs to be one overwhelmingly dominant point of power to organize this shit. And if that's not Soren, it's nobody.
I bite back a moan at her loud begging and whining which drifts out through the phone as he voice fucks her and forces her to impale herself repeatedly on a dildo that isn't even as big as him. But it's very big for her.
It excites me that she's so tight, that she has to work so hard to accommodate even the toys we've used with her. Her obedience and surrender to each new demand only makes me harder. I want to bury myself inside her and feel her sweet cunt grip onto my dick.
We'll have to keep her at this size for the next week before giving her more. That very thought is about to send me over the edge, and Soren isn't even fucking me like he's serious yet. I have no idea how the fuck we're ever getting inside her ass, but we're all used to accomplishing big goals, so I'm sure we'll figure it out.
I'm jealous I only hear bits and pieces of the conversation, not the whole thing like Dayne and Soren are getting. Dayne sits at the other end of the room in a large overstuffed chair, his dick out, languidly stroking his length. A cordless phone is pressed to his ear as he listens to Soren and Livia having phone sex.
I know I'll get to listen next time. And then it will be Dayne either sucking Soren's cock or taking it up the ass.
I never expected this to be my life. When I met Dayne and Soren, none of us would have considered ourselves gay, and on a certain level I don't think we really consider ourselves that now. We aren't really into labeling things, and we're definitely also into women. We love women. But there's something carnal and animal and purely physical about what we share between us.
It's lust without parameters, without softness. It's hard fucking without the promise to call. It's pleasure without the risk of unplanned offspring.
Livia is the luminescent full moon that shines down on all of us, offering her soft glow to light up the night. But we are the men who shift to animals under that same moon.
I don't love Soren or Dayne. Not like that. I love how I feel when we fuck. I love the pure physical release. We don't cuddle after or say sweet things to each other. Nobody gently caresses anybody or buys anyone presents. We save all that tender shit for Livia—even though she doesn't understand just how careful we are with her.
Although none of us have fucked her yet, we've kissed. We've touched over clothes. I feel like a teenager acting like this. Suddenly second base is some new big deal again. It