I’m nervous. This could go either way. Once he knows what happened, he can either be appalled, or he’d want to get revenge for me. Sitting here, I feel like a teenager once more. As if he’s taken me back to when I was seventeen and he was thirty. I’m completely naked, he asked me to strip as soon as we got into the house, but he’s gone and I’m kneeling on the floor waiting. It’s always the anticipation that makes my body tingle. Knowing he can do anything he wants to me, but not knowing when he will do it.

My heart hammers in my chest, my mouth is dry, and as my tongue licks my lips, I find myself thirsty, not for a drink, but for him. I want this man. I’m finally going to have him and I know I’ll be okay. I need to offer him the honesty he deserves. It’s the only way we’ll be able to move forward.

When the door finally clicks, then slides open, I feel him step into the room. “Hello, sweet girl.” The rough timber of Oliver sends my nerves into disarray.

“Hello, Sir,” I respond as I’m meant to. I want to look up, to see his face, but I know it will earn me a punishment. The heat of Eli is behind me. His body is like a cocoon, which warms me. Shiny black shoes move into my vision.

“Eyes up, pretty.”

When I lift my gaze, I’m met with the steel eyes of Oliver Michaelson. He offers me one of his signature smirks when he crouches down. Once we’re eye level, he reaches for my chin, and lifting it, he regards me for a moment.

“Are you nervous?” He asks in a rough tone. I shake my head. “Do you want me to watch Eli fuck you?” His words are laced with desire, hunger, and need.

“Yes, Sir,” I respond, not recognizing my own voice. I didn’t know he’d be here, and clearly this is why Eli had taken so long to come to me. He was waiting for Oliver to arrive. I don’t know what this test is meant to accomplish, but I trust Elijah with all I have.

“Good girl,” he coos, running his finger over my lower lip with his thumb. Then his touch is gone. He rises to full height, heading to the chair on the other side of the room. Just out of my direct sight.

“Stand.” My Daddy’s voice is gruff.

I obey, rising to my feet, but I don’t turn to face him. Instead, I watch Oliver unbutton his crisp white shirt. He tugs it out of the waistband of his black slacks, leaving it open. His body is bared to my gaze. His chest has a smattering of hair, but he’s toned. Not chiseled like those male models, but beautiful to the eye. And for an older man, it’s clear he looks after himself.

“Do you want Oliver to taste your pussy?” Eli asks from behind me. His cock presses against the cheeks of my ass.

This must be turning him on more than I thought. “Only if you request it, Daddy.”

Oliver smirks from the corner where he’s now comfortably seated. The sinful way his gaze rakes over me has me shuddering with an innate need to feel his mouth on me. “I think my Toy would like for you to taste her, Oliver. I’ll watch.” Before Elijah has time to move, the man before me rises from the seat and stalks toward me like I’m his dessert and he’s about to devour me in one bite.

He shoves his shirt from his torso, allowing it to pool on the floor. Crooking his finger, he summons me closer. I didn’t notice the sofa behind me before, but when I’m turned around, I see Eli on the one end, seated like king of the castle as he watches his best friend lead me toward him.

My stomach flip flops with nerves when Oliver settles beside Daddy and calls me over. “I want you to get up on the sofa, position that bare little hole on my face and ride me like you’re riding your Daddy’s dick.”

His filthy words send me spiraling into the abyss of depravity. The ache between my legs intensifies until all I can think about is an orgasm. Until my blood is boiling, painfully racing through my veins. I cast one quick glance at Eli who nods. He’s giving me permission. So, I step up onto the sofa, my legs on either side of Oliver’s body.

His hands reach up, gripping my thighs as he positions me where he wants me. A flattened tongue laps at my throbbing core and I cry out. “Ride my face, little Toy. I want your sweet essence all over my face.” Sir orders from below me and I do, my hips buck as I take what I need from him.

My hands grip the back of the sofa to hold myself steady because if I don’t I’m afraid I might fall over. His mouth sucks on my clit, his teeth graze the bundle of nerves, and I’m teetering on the edge. Right on the precipice of a release so intense I’m sure I’ll pass out.

Hands on my ass still me for a moment, when I glance over my shoulder I find Daddy gripping both cheeks, opening me to his gaze. “I’m going to lick this little ass while you come on Oliver’s face,” he informs me in a seductive tone. I don’t know how much more I can handle, but when Sir’s fingers find my core, dipping into the wetness, a keening mewl falls from my lips. I’m wet, drenched. My body is theirs to use, to play with until they’re both satisfied. As much as I should be ashamed of loving both men taking me like this, I’m not, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt and I can’t say no.

Fingers probe my puckered entrance and I freeze momentarily. The last time I had someone take me there it was the worst pain I’d ever felt in my life. Not the pleasurable kind. It was agony, and I wished for death. Since then, it’s always been off limits. The dark memories of what happened to me still ghost my mind, taunting me.

“Calm down, Toy. It’s me,” Daddy coos from behind me, while Oliver’s rough hands grip my thighs, holding me steady over his mouth. My eyes roll back as four fingers enter me. Two in my pussy and two in my ass.

Both scissor me open. Teasing my holes, making me pliable to their ministrations. “Oh God!” I cry out when Oliver bites down on my clit. The sensation shoots through every nerve in my body and I come violently. My pussy pulses wildly around his fingers and my ass tightens around Daddy’s fingers. I can’t stand, my knees are wobbly, but I’m being held up somehow. I lose all sense of time as both men devour me. Tongues, fingers, and hands.

Both of their mouths are on me. Unrelenting. Giving me more pleasure than I’d ever had. The experience of having two men worship me like this has emotion tightening in my chest, gripping me painfully. Tongues, fingers, warm, wet mouths eat me, lick me, and fuck me until release after release slams into me. I’m not sure how many I have, but my mind is blank from the past, from the memories. All that exists is the here and now.

I’m merely a plaything for them. A toy. Daddy’s toy. I smile then. I’ve finally got what I wanted. Eli is mine. After all these years, I’m finally his.

As I come down from the high of my orgasms, I find myself being lowered onto a thick, hard erection. The man before me, Sir, is staring at me like I’m an ornament. Like I’m fragile and he’s afraid to break me. His mouth comes down on my one peaked nipple. He suckles it playfully, flicking his tongue over the bud. When he grazes his teeth over it, I grip his hair, holding him against my chest.

“Naughty Toy.” A growl from behind me startles me and I release Oliver from my grip. A swat on my ass stings erotically and I move my hips. “You’re going to take us both, right now.” A warning. The cold lubricant on my ass tingles as Daddy teases it at my tight hole. Once again, he works two fingers inside me until I’m loose. At least, loose enough to take his cock.

Then I feel it. The crown nudging against me, requesting more. I nod. He pushes. My body slowly accepts the thickness as he pushes into my ass. The pain sears me, but the pleasure of Oliver sends me into orbit as both men start moving. I know for a fact that Daddy’s cock isn’t fully seated or I’d have passed out from the pain.

We’re a trinity of bodies moving in sync. Grunts of pleasure, moans of delight, and slapping of skin is all I hear as we all three move together, hoping to find the release that slowly beckons. It won’t take long. I’m almost there.

“Such a good toy for Daddy and Sir, aren’t you baby?”

Nodding, because I can’t find the words, I feel the smile on his face. I don’t know who. I have no idea where the words come from. My body is a vessel for them. They take and I give. But as much as I do allow, they give me more than I’ve ever thought possible.

People may see me as a slut. As a whore. But this is my love. This is my body. And I am owned. Happiness warms my chest as both men plunge inside me. Filling me with not only their cocks, but their love. They give me everything in return for my body.

“Come for us, Toy. Scream for us.”

I do. Someone pinches my clit and the other tweaks and twists my nipples as their hips piston into me.

Pain.

Pleasure.

Euphoria.