permission to do this forbidden thing with us. You needed permission to be selfish, wanton, slutty, obedient, and submissive. Livia, let me be clear, you have all of our full permission to be all of those things. And you will be all of those things, or there will be consequences.”
My breath hitches as he rises slowly from the chair and begins to unbutton his shirt.
“We're going to go very easy on you your first time with us. Nothing crazy or extreme. But don't get used to it. Things will change—especially on the honeymoon. You need to be prepared for that.”
Dayne is absolute pure masculine beauty. He is a god—the kind of man all women fantasize about but few dare to dream they can truly have in real life. And here he is, prowling toward me like a jungle cat.
He finishes undressing. “I want you on your hands and knees. I'm going to take you from behind.”
My womb clenches at this statement.
I obey his quiet command, and I somehow know he wants me from behind because he doesn't want to see the tears on my face and feel like a monster, even though I do want him. I want all of them.
I'm just scared because all of this is far too big for me.
I feel the bed dip behind me, and then he's gently stroking my back and my ass. He continues these soothing caresses until my body relaxes. I gasp when his hands move around to fondle my breasts, and then fingers are inside me.
“God, you are so tight,” he says.
He flips me over onto my back and before I know what's happened, his head is between my legs, his tongue flicking over my clit as his fingers move in and out of me, stretching me, easing me farther open so I can take them. I move with him, chasing the pleasure his mouth and hands are building within me.
Ragged animal sounds begin to flow out of me, sounds I know Soren and Griffin can hear in the next room. I wonder if the two of them are fucking in there, or if they're jerking off or simply waiting for their turn to take me.
When I'm close, he flips me back onto my hands and knees, and a moment later he's inside me. I let out a moan at the intense pleasure-pain feel of his first hard thrust.
He grips my hips as he drives relentlessly into my body, my climax racing headlong into me until I come apart beneath him as he rides me harder still. A moment later his orgasm joins mine, and then he pushes me down until I'm flat on my belly and he's lying on top of me, still inside me.
“You are such a good girl,” he whispers in my ear, and that praise creates another flutter of pleasure low in my gut.
He pulls out of me, and a moment later, Griffin and Soren are in the room with us. Griffin helps me stand. I'm so wiped out from the pleasure with Dayne that I don't have the presence of mind to feel self-conscious about my nudity. Soren offers me a bottle of water and I sit on the edge of the bed and drink, trying to collect myself.
I glance over to find that Dayne has put on a pair of lounge pants and is back to sitting in that blue chair, watching with the same intensity he watched me the first time. Soren takes the bottle from me and helps me to my feet.
“Hold her for me,” Soren says.
Griffin stands behind me and holds me in his arms facing Soren. He cups and squeezes my breasts and nips and kisses my neck while Soren slowly undresses, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Did you warm her up for me?” Soren asks, the question aimed at Dayne.
“See for yourself,” Dayne says.
I glance over to find Dayne's eyes trained on mine. He's poured a glass of scotch from a side cart a few feet away. He sips it as he watches the rest of this show. There's a minor power play going on between Soren and Dayne. Soren may not be jealous exactly, but he doesn't like not being the first to fuck me. He doesn't like a single moment passing without him in control of it.
“Spread her open,” Soren says, this time directed to Griffin.
Griffin's hands are suddenly between my legs, spreading me lewdly open, angling my hips up so that Soren can get a full unobstructed view