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JORY It feels so surreal knowing that my parents will finally get what they deserve. Don't get me wrong, and I'm grateful to them for giving me life and my twin brother; even though our time was cut short, I'm happy to have had him in my life. As for the rest, my parents can kiss my ass; they never cared for me, so I learned long ago not to care for them. They could have gone on living their lives and doing illegal business had they not come back into my life, first with Sandra and then to try and take my son. I don't think I will ever know the real reason why they only took one twin, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out that it was because of his name. I assume they were trying to replace the son they had lost, and since my son was his namesake, they took him. Would they have taken either of them had we not chosen my brother's name, though? We will never know because I will not waste another breath trying to talk to them about it. "Do you want me to hold him for a wh
KNOX In the days following our return with Jordan, we all were on high alert, waiting for the next shoe to drop, only it never did. We learned that both Jory's parents were sentenced to many years in federal prison for embezzlement, fraud, and tax evasion on top of the kidnapping charges. They will not be getting out until the boys are adults. Since learning that we no longer had to worry about the Payne's, any ex-fiancée, or a Mafia Kingpin stalker, life has finally become more enjoyable. Of course, I still keep guards on Aria and the boys because one can't be too careful, but at least we don't look over our shoulders at every turn. The boys are about to turn six months old, and I couldn't be more excited about it. My wife doesn't know that I've come up with a plan that may seem a bit much for some, but it's a part that I want to play with her. One that Merrick came up with and has helped with the setup. Our girl is a little freak regarding kink, and I hope she is okay
"Your body is our playground." Knox's words have been playing in my head repeatedly all week. Is it wrong that I find it to be one of my favorite phrases they say to me? I can never get enough of any of my men, and even though I was worried going into this week's fuck fest, as Knox called it, it has been nothing short of amazing. I'm sad to see that it's coming to an end. With it being our last day locked in the playroom, Knox has invited the others to join us again. What I was expecting was a hard-core fuck session, but instead, all three overwhelm me with their loving touches and how they use my body with gentleness, showing me their love. Even as I take Merrick into my mouth, there is no shoving himself in deep. In fact, I'm the one that has to work his cock all the way into my throat. Then there is Jory. When you think of anal, you think of getting pounded; well, at least I do because that's how it usually is, but Jory takes making love to a whole other level as he does pre
Waking up early has never been my thing, but on this particular day, my eyes snap open before the alarm even goes off. I lay in the big bed all by myself and stare up at the ceiling as I think about what this day will bring. I am getting married. Well, the four of us will be uniting, but I like to think of it as marrying my other two men. I‘ve waited for this day for over a year, and now that it’s here, I’m nervous as hell. What if nobody shows up? I know that not everyone understands our dynamic, but I need this day to be special for not only me but for Merrick and Jory as well. Knox is already legally married to me, so he’s participating in it for me because I asked him to. Not only will I be uniting with Merrick and Jory, and they with me, but Knox will unite with them as well, even though they don’t have that kind of a relationship. It’s a sign that we are all in this together, no matter what. I thought it was cute that they wanted to sleep elsewhere the night before the ce
MERRICK As I stand with my two best friends in the doorway of the playroom, our eyes land on one of the most precious possessions that we own...our wife. I say own because we do. We have owned her mind, body, and soul ever since the day we purchased Aria on the auction block about eight years ago. However, she owns all three of us as well. She may submit to us, but we are all equal in our unique dynamic. "Such a beautiful sight, Baby Doll," I'm the first to go to her as she kneels in the middle of the room, waiting for her Masters to come, "What role do you feel like playing today? Do you want to be our dirty little whore, a cum slut, pain slut, or all of the above?" "I will take option D, Sir." She grins up at me. "All of the above it is, then," I smirk. I stand in front of her in just a pair of gray sweatpants, looking down and grinning. There is no need to tell her what to do because Aria knows her part well and is perfect at it. As she comes up on her knees, sh
Having a choice is not always a good thing. Take me for example. I had two choices. The first was to keep my pride and continue struggling physically, emotionally, and financially. The second was to swallow my pride and do what needed to be done in order to get through life. Door number two is how I came to be here, kneeling on the floor patiently waiting on one of my owners to arrive. Yes, I said owners. I made the choice to sell my virginity on an auction block in order to pay for my mother’s hospital bills and rent, which was already past due. It was not something that I ever thought I’d do, but when I heard bits and pieces of a customer’s conversation with their friend while I was at work and then they gave me their business card, the wheels in my head started to turn. I was supposed to keep my virginity safe for someone special, but after all the years that I waited, I decided to kill two birds with one stone. Not only would I come out of this an actual woman, but I
Life is funny. You work so hard to make a good life and then one day it all gets ripped out from underneath of you. All you can do is rebuild, but again, life throws out curve balls, and you find yourself sinking deeper and deeper. This is my life. It hasn’t always been a struggle. My life used to be great. I had family who loved me unconditionally and I made friends everywhere I went. My best friend was always there for me no matter what, he was my rock...until he wasn’t. His parents split up and they moved away at the end of Knox’s junior year. I never heard from him again. These days I am on my own, trying to make ends meet. College was a no go for me because I needed to work. At twenty-four, all I’ve been able to do is work low-paying jobs. After losing my father to a car accident my sophomore year of high school, I had to find work to help my mom pay the bills. My father’s life insurance policy didn’t pay out due to the insurance company believing that my father caused t
Working on my last house for the day, it’s the most nerve-wracking one. A married couple with three kids under the age of nine, and the wife has OCD. I know, why would anyone with OCD hire someone else to clean their house? I’ve already caught her recleaning a few areas that I’ve cleaned, but I’ve been working for them for the past two years, so I guess I’m still doing a decent job. The Morrison’s are good people, though, and they have always been really nice to me. Sometimes they ask me to babysit for them, but I always have to pass, because I don’t trust myself around little kids. I used to babysit all the time when I was in high school, but the way my attitude has changed over the years, I don’t want to take it out on any child. I like kids, although I doubt I will ever have any of my own. There’s no way I in hell I would want to bring an innocent child into this fucked up world. When I’m done with the Morrison house, I say my goodbyes, and then head to the bus stop. I