Taking a few deep breaths, I stepped into my black heels—like Kevin had suggested—and fastened the straps before grabbing a black clutch for my phone and keys.I lived on the third floor, and I hurried down the stairs, afraid whoever was picking me up would come up to my apartment if I took too long. I really didn't want any of them to find out how crappy my apartment was. I bet they all had penthouses or something equally impressive.A very masculine car was parked outside my apartment; it looked so out of place in my street where the only cars here were used middle-class. I didn't know much about cars, not anything really, but I knew a fancy car when I saw one, and this was extremely fancy. It was matte black, had heavily tinted windows, and was sporty looking.Chris leaned against my building, waiting for me. He was texting on his phone and hadn't seen me yet. I took the time to look him over; he was dressed in another fitted suit, and in opposition to Chris, he looked born in them
"So..." Yeah, I really didn't know how to start this conversation. Luckily, Chris came to my rescue."We know you might have a lot of questions and stipulations. How about we start with what you're worrying about when it comes to this possible arrangement and go from there?"Damn, I liked this man."Sure, sounds good. So, firstly, how will this all work if I accept? How will you guys s-share me?" I stumbled over the word 'share,' but it didn't look like they minded the fact that I was totally new to this. Hell, most women would be new to this.Chris gave Chris a look, which I couldn't interpret."You will be ours until either you find your dom, or we find our slave. That is something we've already covered. What that means is that we will share you between us three. Will dominate you as a group, but also one on one. Not everything that happens will be with all of us together. One of the reasons we wanted to share someone is because we have demanding jobs and won't always be available.
Chapter 30 - Emily"Okay, before we agree to anything, we should probably get to know each other?" I asked, because hell yes, I was curious. Who were these men who wanted to dominate me?The guys gave each other a look."That's a good point. Sorry we didn't think of it before we even suggested this arrangement. Tell us about yourself." Mat smiled easily, looking so relaxed like this was an everyday event for him. I really hoped it wasn't. A shred of jealousy gripped me at the thought that they often did this with other women."To be honest, I don't really have an exciting life. I'm an only child and grew up with loving parents in Greenport, and I moved to the city two years ago."They all listened while I talked about my hobbies, which included reading and... that was about it. I was boring, what could I say? I told them about Kevin—basically my only friend outside of school, and how I'd always wanted a dog. Yeah... I told them pretty much my entire life story and only realized how lo
The room crackled with electricity as soon as the words were out; like a switch had been turned on.Mat's hand gripped my thigh hard, but not enough that it hurt. It didn't seem like he was aware of his grip on me.Yes, sirs... Damn, I had really said that. I'd envisioned myself saying that too many times to count—mostly in bed at night while I masturbated. Though, Sirs in plural, that I had really not seen coming, not even in my wildest fantasies.For a period of time, these three powerful men would be my dominants, and I would be their submissive. It didn't seem real, but the sting on my arm from me pinching myself stated otherwise.My mind conjured up imagines of what they might do to me, and fuck, I couldn't wait. How would it feel to have not one but three men order me around? To have multiple men to answer to...?"Are you sure?" I could hear the hope in Mat's voice as he asked.I nodded resolutely. "Completely. But, when I say I'm inexperienced, I mean it. The only thing I know
"W-what about the tests? I haven't taken them yet," I stammered."We won't fuck you, Gorgeous, not yet. The tests are only a formality. You told us you're clean, and we believe you," Mat said. "Now, strip. And don't make me tell you that again," he warned me, and I shuddered from the authority in his command.Standing up from my seat, I moved from the table to get some space. My dress had a zipper in the back, and I reached behind me, sliding it down—opening my dress more and more until only the straps on my shoulders kept it from falling off.I hesitated slightly, looking toward the unlocked door; someone could come in at any moment. But Mat narrowed his eyes in warning, almost daring me to disobey him. I didn't want to do that, not now—I was too curious about what he had in mind with all of this.With tentative hands, I brushed the straps aside, letting the dress pool on the floor. I now stood in front of the men in only a red thong and black heels. I felt naked—exposed.Suddenly ex
The sight of Emily, naked and spent, was fiery hot. I almost wanted to punch myself for saying we wouldn't fuck her yet. Almost.Her whole weight was on Chris as he held her up, but it didn't seem like he minded, on the contrary.I helped her into her panties and then her dress. Chris gave her to me as he zipped her up from behind.I wanted to take her home with me after this night was over, give her all the care she would need, and I might have to. We would have to see what state she was in after we fed her some fruit and chocolate and then make a decision for what to do. If she should go home alone or stay with me—Chris had an early flight tomorrow, and she didn't know Gideon well enough to stay alone with him, for now.Getting an orgasm or two in and of itself wasn't that exhausting, but the whole experience—being dominated by three men, getting blindfolded, the sensory overload, and then having two orgasms... yeah, that could be a lot, especially for someone new to this. And Emily
Opposed to Chris and Gideon, I lived in a simple house in Washington Heights. Sure, my place might be considered expensive, but it didn't measure up to those two's homes. I've never liked pomp and pageantry, having grown up in a mansion too big for a kid; it only ever felt empty. Some part of me wanted the opposite of what my father had, which this place definitely was. Another positive thing about this place: my father refused to step foot in it because it was below his standards.My house was light and homey, with an open floor plan. There were personal touches to the rooms; art, books, a few plants, basically anything that held an interest to me. Father had all of those things too, but for him, they had been accessories and not something he actually enjoyed.In my friend group, I was considered the least complicated person, in the sense that I didn't need much to be happy. If I got to feed my urges—dominating, had a roof over my head, food in my belly, and a job I loved—I was good.
I woke up in torture; my dick was straining my boxers and was pressed against a delicious piece of ass.When I went to sleep, we had a good distance between us, but sometime during the night, we must've moved closer together—not that I could blame my body for wanting to be closer to her. She was like a magnet for me; it felt impossible to stay away. My arms were around her while we spooned, and I was perfectly fine laying like this for hours on end.Emily wriggled in her sleep, unconsciously grinding her ass against my cock. I groaned at the feeling. Fuck, like I said, this was pure torture, but of the best kind. I should probably move away, hell, I knew that, but I really didn't want to. What was the harm in pretending to be asleep?Before I could even decide on what to do, Emily stilled as her body tensed.Smirking, I tightened my hold on her. "Good morning, Gorgeous." My voice was rough with sleep. Hadn't it been for how close we were, I wouldn't have been able to feel the slight s