Chapter One Hundred And Forty-Five

Ricky’s POV

I couldn’t quite wrap my head around what happened twenty-four hours ago. Everything still seemed surreal to me.

Shannon had decided to take us to a club. I saved her from being harassed by threatening the abuser, I don’t know what got into me when I requested a dance but she obliged and within a matter of minutes, we were on our way home to have sex or so I thought.

For the last couple of weeks, my brothers and I had been in Shannon’s palm and she did whatever she wanted to the three of us.

She was our Fem-Dom and she executed her role perfectly. She was heavily invested in BDSM and there wasn’t anything we could do to say otherwise other than accept what she was dishing out without any complaints.

Every time that happened, it felt like my brothers and I were being stripped of our masculinity but there wasn’t any choice.

This was the only way that we would be able to get what we wanted from her so we had to suck it up.

“It’s been nearly a month and we’ve not heard