I can’t stop thinking about the things I did with Knox and Caine last night. The things I said make me blush just remembering them. I came here with the intention of getting a job so I can start school and because I had nowhere else to go. I never expected to be attracted to the two men that rule the house.
I never thought I’d cross that line, the thin one between longing and actual lust, but I did. Hell I didn’t just cross it I obliterated it leaving me with two daddies; as they liked to call themselves now. I’m not sure what’s come over me but I want them both. To share me. To take me...together.
The fact that my mother would never approve only makes me want to be with them more. My virginity isn’t going to be intact much longer. I know they want me just as much as I want them.
Well, I thought they did. But then, Knox refused to look at me this morning, and Caine was extra quiet. The two men who command me, who own me, are now too afraid to talk to me about the things we did together.
The pleasure I felt and the pleasure I gave them has me feeling like I’m walking on air, my entire body floating on cloud nine as I go through the mundane chores for the day. The only thing that would make it better is if one or both of them had turns up to give me more.
Instead, Caine is locked in his office while Knox made plans to be out of the house all day. Neither of them were around when I came out of my room this morning. If it wasn’t for hearing Caine’s deep voice through the door, I’d think they were both gone.
I rub my hands together devilishly as I try and devise a plan. I could make Caine lunch and take it up to him in his office then strike a conversation up about what happened last night. Although, telling him how much I enjoyed it might be too obvious. Hmmm.
The cell phone my mother bought me a couple months ago starts ringing, bringing me out of my daydreams, and I fish it out of my pocket, staring down at the screen as my mom’s number flashes across it.
What could she possibly want?
I press the green answer key, deciding I won’t tell her where I’m staying. If she asks, I’ll simply say a hotel or something generic like that.
“Hello?” My voice squeaks nervously.
“Goodness. I thought you might be dead Maddie. How are you sweetie? Did you find a place to stay? You know how Greg gets about his things. He’s worked very hard for them.” I roll my eyes. The lies spilling from her mouth should make me feel better because at least she’s trying to come up with an excuse for her and Greg’s actions, but they don’t. There isn’t anything that could make up for leaving your only child to fend for herself when you vowed to protect her, and take care of her.
“I found a place, no worries. I’m not dead in a ditch somewhere.” I shouldn’t even tell her. I should let her think the worst. The problem with that is, she won’t. If it’s not about her she can’t be bothered to care.
She doesn’t immediately answer, and I know her attention has already moved on to something else and it shouldn’t bother me, it really shouldn’t since she’s been like this since I was born. As much as I hate to admit it though, it does because all I want is for someone to care, someone to love me.
“I’m so happy to hear it. I hope you’re not slumming it somewhere. You know our image is important.” My grip on my cell phone is steel and for once I wish I had the strength to snap the damn thing in half.
“God forbid I stay somewhere that would tarnish our perfect image, since ya know leaving your barely legal daughter on the streets to care for herself wouldn’t really tarnish it, right?” Sarcasm laces my words and I wish she could see me rolling my eyes. I don’t know why I let her make me mad. It does nothing but hurt me more since she doesn’t really care if I’m upset.
“Madeline Marie Henderson!” She gasps like I just told her I’m working the street corner to pay for room and board. “Do not talk to me like that. I am your mother and you will respect mine and Greg’s choices. You’re an adult and you can care for yourself. Plus I didn’t call to argue with you. I called because I wanted to invite you to the party that Greg is putting on for you.” I blink and my mouth pops open in astonishment.
“Why does Greg want to have a party for me?” I question, deciding to put Caine’s lunch together. I start making him a sandwich as I wait for my mom to come back down to Earth. She must be high. Greg would never do something nice for me.
“A graduation party sweetie. He wants to introduce you to some colleagues of his, and a couple future husbands.” I bite the inside my cheek, holding the phone between my shoulder and ear as I smear mayo onto a piece of bread. Future husbands...I don’t plan to ever be like her. When I get married, I’m only planning to do it once and it will be for love, not money.
“No, thank you. I don’t need a husband. What I need is a better fucking mom.” I growl, on the verge of hanging up. I can feel the tears in my eyes, and know that if I keep allowing myself to be let down by her I’ll be nothing but disappointed.
“You listen here, Maddie. You’ll be at the party, because if you aren’t I’ll disown you in every single way possible. I’m your mother and you will not tarnish my image by being a little bitch, do you understand me?” The sweetness in her tone evaporates, shining light on the cruel person she really is.
“No. I won’t be going anywhere or doing anything you say.” I sneer, hanging up the phone. My hands are shaking and tears spilling from my eyes as I set the cell phone on the marble counter. I still have classes I need to sign up for, an entire life ahead of me, and I can barely afford to stay where I am right now. All of my problems stem from her. I’m going to have an ulcer before I’m old enough to drink.
What am I going to do?
“I’m assuming you didn’t tell her you were staying here?” Caine’s deep voice rumbles through me and I gasp turning to face him as he enters the kitchen. He commands attention, making every room feel small with his huge form, and I find it hard not to answer him or do as he says when he looks at me.
I shake my head no, “I didn’t tell her anything, so you don’t have to worry. If she comes here looking for me I’ll leave. I won’t drag you into this mess.” My voice trembles, and I know it’ll hurt me to leave. I won’t hesitate to do it though. Caine doesn’t deserve to have to deal with my mother again.
“Hey.” I look up at him, and he continues. “I won’t make you leave.” His declaration soothes me. So does his woodsy scent filling the air, making me dizzy with things I shouldn’t be thinking about.
“She wants me to go to a party her new husband is putting on and I don’t want to… She left me with nothing. I’m lost, stuck figuring it all out on my own. What if I fail?” I pout, the tears stinging my eyes.
“You aren’t stuck or lost. You’re right where you need to be. In my house. In my arms.” His big hands cup my cheeks and pull my face into his. Leaning down he inhales my scent, his eyes growing wide.
“But what about last night? You and Knox are acting like nothing happened, like you regret it.” I hate the way I sound right now, needy and possessive. Knox and Caine aren’t mine, not really. They’re grown men and if they don’t want me then I can’t make them.
A smirk pulls at his full lips and his eyes twinkle in the afternoon light, “We don’t regret anything little one. We just feel like we took advantage of you. You’ve been wearing skimpy ass clothes all over the house this last week and it’s had us both lusting after you. We felt bad, wrong for doing what we wanted with you last night.” My heart pounds in my chest, because that’s exactly what I want; for them to do what they want with me.
For them to take from me.
For them to give me pleasure like did last night.
Together. Over and over again.
I lift a hand and run it along the rough stubble that covers Caine’s face. He looks exhausted and burnt out. I want to make him happy, to thank him for all that he’s done for me.
Pushing up onto my tip toes, I place my lips against his, feeling the breath enter in and out of his mouth. His eyes seek mine out but I don’t need to look into his eyes to know he wants me like I want him. I can feel it in his possessive touch, and the way he watches me.
I can sense it like a dangerous fog in the air.
“What if I want you to lust after me? What I want you to take advantage of me? To make me yours, and Knox’s?” When I’m this close to Caine everything about my life that’s fucked up fades away. My mother. The fact I have nowhere to go if things don’t work out here.
I let the words sit between us, sticking in the air like a big fat elephant in the room. I let my tongue slip out past my lips and swipe it across Caine’s my eyes lifting to his to gage his reaction.
A deep rumble fills the room, and Caine’s hands move from my face, and down my body resting against my hips. Then he pulls me in closer to his body, his hard erection pressing into my belly.
“If you’re only doing this to pay for staying here, you’re in for a rude awakening little one.” He grumbles against my lips. Offering to pay them both with my body wasn’t a bad idea but I don’t want them thinking that’s the only reason I want them to touch me.
“I want you to touch me, and not because I’m asking you too but because you want too, because that’s all I want. I want to repay you but I’d rather have your touch and know it’s real. I want this, and there’s nothing that can change that fact.”
My voice is strong and my body shakes with need even as he pulls away from me, making me wonder if this is when he lets me down and tells me he won’t touch me.
“If that’s the truth. If that’s what you want I want you to go upstairs right now. I want you to strip from the waist down and lay down on my desk.” I blink trying to digest his words as my panties become soaked with my arousal. The image his words bring to mind is beyond hot. Before he can take them back, I turn and run for the stairs.
When I walk into Caine’s office, seeing his desk is so intimidating. The sunlight filtering in through the windows behind it almost seem to highlight it, making it even more so. I’m supposed to strip and lay down flat on the top? The picture is still hot, but now that I’m here my nerves are getting the best of me.
I take a deep breath and squeeze my eyes shut. There’s no way I can take my clothes off while looking at the place where I’m hopefully about to lose my virginity. My sandals and shorts come off quickly, but when I grab the sides of my thong in my hands, I hesitate. Fear has my fingers frozen and my heart starts beating so fast it feels like it’s about to come out of my chest. You can do this, I tell myself. You have to do this. Hell, I need to do this.
It’s an experience I’ll never be able to have again, and if I chicken out now I won’t ever be able to look Caine in the eyes.
Drawing in a quick breath, I jerk my thong down my legs and toss it towards the door with a smirk. If I can’t be one hundred percent positive, I’m at least going to act like I am. Then, wanting to prove my eagerness more, I whip off my T-shirt too, leaving me completely bare. Less clothing can’t be a bad thing, right?
I chuckle to myself trying my best to loosen myself up. I’m nervous but I’m excited too.
It takes more time than I’d like to admit to walk over to the desk and lay myself flat atop it, my bare ass facing the door. It’s colder than I expect, and I can’t help my gasp as my pebbled nipples rub against the sleek wood of the desk.
I stretch my arms over my head until my fingers curl around the edge closest to his chair. I’ve seen him sitting in it so many times I can imagine him sitting there now, his eyes caressing my naked body as I stand here waiting for further instruction. I know that’s something he would like. Although, he’d probably like me with my butt facing him if he was sitting in it. That way he could touch me however he wanted.
The seconds tick by each one making me feel more nervous anxiety. How long have I been standing here? Is he playing with me?
Heavy footsteps on the stairs startle me and my mind goes blank as I wait for him to come in. All the butterflies in my stomach calm and I’m left with the knowledge that this is exactly what I want...exactly what I need.