Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
"Time to clean you up, princess," Trevor says with a purr in his voice that makes my body flash like a traffic light with lust. I'm off, I'm on, I'm unable to resist that sound and have to respond, a moan escaping my lips.
Damien's arms wrap around my trembling body. I'm overwhelmed not just with need but with the exhaustion from the ecstasy they've washed over me. "I've got you," he says, his lips grazing my ear as I wrap my arms around his neck.
I shiver. "Thank you," I say, pressing my lips together and kissing his cheek. I let myself fall against him and he has my full weight in his arms.
Trevor runs his fingers through my hair, brushing it away from my face. He looks at me with something more than lust, and it makes me burn. What's happening? Things with Damien were confusing enough.
Things with Damien, Trevor, and I, are so complicated I may never want to think again. I want to exist in a world where they never stop touching me.
They carry me to the bathroom and the enormous shower in this bathroom makes me gasp.
More than enough room for the three of us, I think instantly.
Damien bounces me up on his leg and then I'm wrapping my legs around him. I'm panting a little, the feel of his hard body against my own body.
Trevor turns on the water, several shower heads all pointing toward the center.
Damien takes me to that central point in the shower and he presses me against the cold tiles of the shower wall. I gasp at the feel of them against my back. The warm water beads on my skin and the push-pull of the chill and warmth makes me sigh.
Trevor takes one of my hands and Damien the other, and they press them up over my head. I suck in my lower lip. My head falls back against the tile.
Both of them start to kiss my breasts, squeezing my hands in their own. Their cocks are brushing against my thighs and I'm getting spurts of hot water on the chills of where they're touching me.
I moan and they keep kissing me, traveling down my body. They aren't specifically getting me off. We all need a hot shower. But I'm hovering in some oasis of pleasure that doesn't have to be attached to an orgasm. I'm satisfied on a deep level and every touch seems to take me higher but pleasantly plateaus at sated yet not orgasmic. I'm comfortable. Aroused. And the way that they are touching me? Worshiped. That's how this feels. I look down at their dark hair, their strong, naked bodies, at my feet.
I don't feel like the girl given away by her father. I don't feel like a girl about to be sold. I don't even feel like the girl who was just fucked by these incredible men for some kind of punishment or whatever this is.
That's not what we three are to each other. I see this now. Something more is between us. I'm not being treated like property...not in the way I thought I was. I feel like something treasured, valued by Trevor and Damien. I don't feel like they are actually ever debasing me. I like the wicked games we play. I like the way they give and take from my body.
More than anything, I feel like my own person. I'm not plain or boring with them. I'm Sarah, I'm a pet; I'm three holes they use. But I'm more or less all at once. More than anything, I'm enough. Enough for Trevor and Damien.
But I'm enough for me. I like the way I feel. I don't wish I'd never dug through those papers. I don't regret my doubts and fears. They are part of the journey that led me to where I am now. I'm satisfied. They release my hands and dip lower, and each of them nibbles at the inside of my thighs. My heart pitter-patters in sharp flourishes in my chest at the sensation. I feel like so much more than just someone they both like to fuck. Someone they both have a taste for. I know I never want to fuck anyone else. They are the only thirst I have, and they are the only ones who can quench my desire. I don't know how to make this known. How to say words, and what words would prevent whatever trajectory we may be on that prevents this from being the rest of our lives.
I think that my body can show them more than my words can. I don't know this world. I'm new to all of this. But my body knows what I want, and what I need. And my body responds to their wants and needs. I resolve to be the perfect pet, for both of them. A nice toy that they can play with however they see fit.