Enslaved [Freedom Be Damned 1] (Siren Publishing M?nage Amour) (3 page)

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Papa Giovanni’s was in some ways a stereotypical family Italian restaurant. The man himself was as rotund as any Santa Claus, and his wife was built on similar lines. All the servers seemed to be Giovanni’s children, nephews, nieces, and cousins. The curtains and tablecloths were red gingham, the red wine bore no known label but tasted extremely good, and the pasta was superb. But less stereotypically, the salads were equally good, and the desserts were not just pies and gelato ice cream but concoctions of Papa’s that were totally to die for.

Evelyn had heard the name, but had to Google the restaurant as Main Street extended several miles and she had no intention of walking that far in high heels. She really didn’t go out all that much. She’d been too focused on building up her little business. But when she did dress up, she usually left the motorbike a block away on a laneway or side street where she could change her boots for high heels and strip off her leathers to reveal dress pants and a silk shirt. The leathers and boots were stored in the lock-up carrier on her motorcycle, along with her helmet. It meant rolling the leathers up tightly, but she had perfected the chore and could do it quickly and easily now.

Evelyn was surprised at how excited she’d been at the thought of dinner with these men. Of course, they were very handsome and made her blood pump hard and fast through her body, her breasts filling, the nipples hardening, and her pussy creaming with desire at the thought of them. But it was more than that. She felt that the more she knew about them, the more they appealed to her as people, as friends. It was the first time she’d ever had such thoughts about her clients.
Although I suppose they’re not clients anymore. I’ve delivered their parcel, given Aurelia’s message to Trevellyan, so my part in the little drama is done. Which is a shame, as I’d really like to see them again. I wouldn’t have minded their ten thousand dollars either! Oh well, I’ll just have to enjoy tonight.

And she did. They talked, and laughed, and twirled spaghetti on their forks. They drank rich, smooth, red wine and ate cold, tart gelato, as well as a decadent chocolate mousse that should have come with a warning notice about its almost orgasmic effects on her.

Evelyn noticed how Merrick had just the tiniest hint of wanting to be in control. Vaughan had a mischievous, wicked sense of humor. Trevellyan was the calm, quiet one.

They all seemed to laugh a lot. Maybe it was just the wine, but the men were able to come up with clever replies, and she had to concentrate to find witty answers of her own. Evelyn enjoyed that.

“Do you prefer tissues or cloth handkerchiefs, Evelyn?” asked Trevellyan.

“What?”

“Paper or cloth?”

“Um, paper, I guess. I still have some hand-embroidered handkerchiefs my grandmother gave me when I was a child, but they are too pretty to use.”
And what a stupid answer that was!

“Hey, my mom had some like that. Really intricate designs they were,” said Vaughan.

“People say tissues are better because you throw away the germs. But with cloth you are using non-renewable resources to launder them. But then, non-renewable resources are used in the making of paper, too,” said Merrick.

“So in fact, it’s a lose-lose situation and the best response is never to sneeze,” quipped Vaughan.

“And the point of the questions is?” asked Evelyn.

“We’ve all learned you like pretty things. We like pretty things, too.”

At Trevellyan’s comment, all the air was sucked from Evelyn’s lungs. The way he was looking at her sent her blood pounding through her body.

She sure wouldn’t mind being bedded by any of these men, but only because she liked a brain as well as a cock when she slept with a man. And these men definitely had both. They were all man, hard-bodied, muscled, and tough, yet entertaining and thoughtful companions as well.
Damn shame I’ll be going home alone to my cold, little bed. Thank God for my trusty pink vibrator! But it’s time I started getting out more, developing a sex life. I must be really sex-starved to be thinking about these three men like this. Three men for God’s sake. What am I thinking of!

But she was thinking about it. Over and over again. About Vaughan’s sparkling eyes. About Trevellyan’s deep desire to care for Aurelia. About Merrick’s bossy little quirks. She was also thinking about one or more of them—hell, all three!—in her bed. Merrick being bossy, maybe spanking her ass a little, Trevellyan kissing and licking it to soothe it, and Merrick teasing her until she came and came and came.

“Just your imagination,” she muttered.

She hadn’t realized she’d spoken aloud until Trevellyan said, “What are you imagining, Evelyn. I could be imagining a few things about you.” He turned his head to include the other two men. “I think we all could.”

Startled, Evelyn looked at each man in turn. They had identical happy smiles on their faces. Seriously? They were interested in her? It had to be just a fantasy, didn’t it?

Merrick called for coffee, and Trevellyan, and Vaughan each picked up one of her hands. “We’d all like to get to know you better.”

Evelyn turned her head to look into each face. They were all serious, all nodding. Even Vaughan had no hint of fun in his eyes now.

“I’m free all day Sunday,” she said in a choked voice.

“Well, we’d hoped you’d be free a little sooner than that, but Sunday it is. Plan to spend the whole day with us,” said Merrick.

Evelyn nodded, once again wondering what she’d agreed to and thinking over his words. Had they meant tonight? Had they wanted her to go home with them now? Like, on the first date? In fact, was this even a date? Well, Sunday would be a date. She’d wait and see what happened then.

“Is it your birthday today, dear?” asked Mrs. Treeby.

“No, it’s not. My birthday’s in July. Should I open the parcel now, or wait until I get off-shift?” asked Aurelia. She felt sure Mrs. Treeby was as curious about the parcel as she was, but Damien, who replaced the workers on their bathroom breaks, couldn’t be expected to remain at her desk for longer than the usual few minutes it took to visit the facilities.

“Open it now, dear.”

They walked together into the dining room, and Mrs. Treeby, who was the cook as well as the “chaperone” for the young women, handed her a pair of scissors.

Aurelia didn’t want to spoil the wrapping paper, which was quite pretty, so she cut neatly along the line of tape at one end of the parcel and unwrapped it. Inside was a layer of bubble wrap and, under that, a delicately carved wooden photograph frame, with an old picture inside it. Carefully she picked it up and looked closely at it. There were two couples, likely in their late twenties or early thirties. One woman was holding a baby, and the other couple had a small boy standing in front of them.

“They’re my parents, and I assume that was me as a baby. I’ve never seen this picture before. It must be almost thirty years old. Since Trevellyan sent it to me, he will be the child, and the other couple is his parents. It’s hard to tell with a black and white photograph, but the child does look like him, I guess, especially the shape of his chin. Yes, and the way he’s standing with his feet apart. He does that a lot. But I’ve never seen him with a haircut like that. Whatever was his family thinking of!”

“A pudding basin cut, they were called. Lots of folks used to cut their children’s hair like that, but more like fifty years ago than thirty.”

“Really?” Aurelia wrapped her photograph again in the bubble wrap and smiled at the older woman. “Thank you. I’d better get back to work.”

Mrs. Treeby nodded, and Aurelia hurried down the hallway to the call center. For the next few hours, she’d be much too busy to think about her gift. But later today, she would think about Trevellyan and their families. And wonder if he would check her bank accounts. Everything was fine here, really it was. They were well treated and making good money although they worked hard, eight hours on, eight hours off, and meals, laundry, and personal chores all had to be done in the time off, as well as sleeping. But something was niggling at the back of her mind. Something was wrong. Something she couldn’t put her finger on, but eventually it’d come to her. If only all the electronics for the call center hadn’t blanked out cell phone reception in the area. If only she could send him a text message or even call him.

* * * *

Business was busy, and every few weeks, Evelyn considered doing some deliveries on Sundays. But she had to do laundry, shop, clean her apartment, catch up on her business paperwork, and she had the feeling that once she began working Sundays, more clients would expect her to be available, and her free day would quickly disappear. Besides, hadn’t she just decided it was time for her to get a social life?

Gazing into her closet, she decided it was also time to do some serious shopping. She had a nice pair of black dress pants, two silk shirts, one pink and one blue, a pair of still-good jeans, and one dress, neither little, nor black, but a shimmery silver that she thought looked good with her gray eyes. If gray eyes could ever be considered good. Blue would be more attractive. Or green perhaps.

Nothing in her closet was appropriate to wear for a day out with the men. The dress—her only dress—was too pretty to be used on anything less than an evening event, and her jeans—Well, jeans were what she wore to work every day. Even though these were nicer jeans, the distinction was sure to be lost on the men. Also, she’d worn her dress pants and the blue shirt to Papa Giovanni’s. Unfortunately, she had nothing else. Jeans it was, with the pink shirt.
But tomorrow I’m going online to buy a pretty skirt!

Once again, she’d refused to give them her address, arranging to meet them at her office. She tried never to have anyone come to her apartment. The art students were fun people to live with—except at three a.m.—but they were pretty wild and certainly didn’t fit her “businesswoman” image. She preferred to keep her home private.

The day was sunny and warm, but nonetheless, Evelyn kept her leather jacket with her, in case a shirt wasn’t enough clothing for wherever they were going. She was intrigued to learn what the men had planned. Not telling her was a clever move on their part to increase the anticipation in her. Although she would have been excited enough anyway, just at the thought of spending time with three such delicious men. Not one date, but three. Pretty awesome really.

Was she wrong in thinking sex was going to be on the menu today? Was it all in her mind, simply her hormones running wild? And how did a woman have sex with three men? One after the other? Or did some of them just watch? Ah, she really ought to have paid more attention when the guys at college were bragging about their sexual exploits! Oh well, she’d find out soon enough. And she would not be disappointed if this was just a date. Really, she wouldn’t. Well, not too much anyway.

She locked her motorcycle luggage bags in her office and then returned down the stairs to the front of the building. Merrick was leaning against the wall—he seemed to do that a lot—and a dark-blue SUV pulled up out the front just as she arrived. Vaughan jumped out and opened the door for her, Merrick helped her into the vehicle, and in a very short period of time, they were pulling out into the traffic again.

“Nice timing. I like a woman who’s punctual,” said Merrick.

“My job is all about deadlines. If I miss them, I lose clients.”

“Yup, that makes sense,” said Trevellyan.

“Where are we going?”

“To a certain extent, that’s up to you. We’ve each chosen an activity. When you’ve had enough of the first one, we’ll move on to the next one. Lunch is part of the program, too. We aren’t going to starve you,” said Vaughan.

“So what’s on first?”

“Do you like skating?”

Evelyn guessed this was Merrick sort of sideways answering her question.

“Ice skating? Only if you promise not to push me over. I didn’t bring a change of clothing. In-line skating? As long as I get elbow and kneepads, yes. They may make me look a little pathetic, but I don’t plan to break any bones.”

“It’s in-line skating, and you can hire everything there. It’s a skate-park but with various areas for more and less experienced skaters,” explained Merrick.

“That sounds like fun.” It’d been a long time since Evelyn had done exercise for pure enjoyment. On Sundays she went to the gym to use the machines there, and to have a swim in the pool, but apart from that, her exercise routine was mostly running up and down stairs and carrying parcels during her workday. Skating would be pure enjoyment.

“Then what’s second?”

“There’s a theater complex where they show movies continuously on a loop. Three movies, one in each of the three theaters. I thought surely you’d like one of the choices,” said Trevellyan.

“I haven’t been to the movies in ages, so I definitely won’t have seen the shows already. What is your plan for us, Vaughan?” she asked.

“Paintball.” His voice was a bit hesitant, and she guessed he was wondering what she’d think of the idea.

“I know heaps of people who’ve played, but I’ve never been. You’ve all put a lot of thought and effort into planning today, with a good variety of activities. I think I’m really going to enjoy myself,” she said.

She felt the atmosphere in the car lighten around her, and they began to talk about general things. But a bubble of happiness was growing inside her. They’d gone to considerable trouble to think up things she might like, and they’d guessed her interests pretty well. She was already looking forward to the day even more than before.

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Merrick stayed beside her until he was sure she could cope with the obstacles at the skate park. Then she surprised them all by winning a speed skating race.

“How did you do that? You hardly seemed to be putting in any effort at all,” gasped Vaughan, his face still red with exertion.

“Glide, don’t push,” she replied grinning.

“Makes sense I guess.” Merrick nodded.

At the movies, it was Trevellyan and Merrick who sat on either side of her, but at lunch, Vaughan claimed that privilege, leaving the other two to sit on hard metal chairs while he pressed against her on the padded, bench seat.

At paintball, she and Vaughan were partnered against Trevellyan and Merrick. She couldn’t help but notice how fast they could all move and how strong they all were. But after about ten minutes, she realized they didn’t expect her to hide, and she managed to find several places where she could watch out for them without being seen. She wasn’t sure whether it was simply a male trait that assumed they’d win, or whether it was beneath their dignity to hide, but it worked for her. She shot both of them several times before Trevellyan got her.

By the end of the afternoon, Evelyn had laughed so much her sides ached. She couldn’t ever remember enjoying a day out so much. Each man’s personality had become much clearer to her. The activity they’d chosen, the way they looked after her, the manner in which they interacted with each other. They’d developed into real people, individuals with separate likes, and dislikes, and quirks, to her. All in a single day.
But then, how often do people spend so much time relaxing with a partner. Mostly it’s a meal, or a cup of coffee, and everyone is off doing their own thing again after an hour or two. Yet we’ve spent a full day together and it seems like a week so much has happened.

As they walked back to the blue SUV in the parking lot, Merrick took her hand and turned her to face him. The other two men stood behind him, shoulder to shoulder.

What the hell is happening? Evelyn wondered. Then almost instantly, she understood it was their way of being united. One man was speaking, but all three meant was what being said.

“Come home with us tonight, please. We all need to have a long soak in the hot tub to ensure none of us have stiff muscles tomorrow,” said Merrick.

“Well, I’d like to think at least one muscle stayed stiff,” she couldn’t resist replying.

“God, yes. We’ll treat you right, do only what you want. But we’d really like it if we could all go to bed together after the bath,” added Trevellyan.

“We promise not to hurt you. But we can also guarantee you really will enjoy yourself. Absolutely ensured,” added Vaughan with a sparkling grin.

“Me with all three of you?” she asked.

“Yup. The best sex of your life, we promise,” said Trevellyan.

How could she say no? She’d been thinking about sex with any or all of them since the moment she’d met them. They just had to look at her to have her panties dampening, her nipples tightening, and the blood pounding through her body faster, harder, and hotter than ever before.

“Okay.”

“Yes!” Vaughan pumped his fist in the air.

“All right, let’s go,” said Trevellyan, grabbing her arm and almost running across the parking lot.

Laughing, Evelyn kept up with them. Well, it sure wouldn’t be boring around these men, that was absolutely certain.

* * * *

Evelyn would have liked to spend time wandering around their apartment, looking at the proportions of the rooms, checking inside the closets to see whether the shelving went all the way up to the ceiling or not, and in particular, to see how their kitchen was set up, but the men were very focused on getting her out onto the deck to their hot tub.

Living in a small apartment with two students who seemed to have mountains of art-based possessions—like easels, and drawing boards, and drafting tables—had made her very conscious of storage needs. Seeing how these three large men managed would have been quite enlightening, Evelyn thought. But then again, she was as eager to see them naked as to see their cooking facilities, so she followed them out to the deck happily enough.

Three chaise longues faced the railing, looking out to distant hills. A couple of small tables sat between them, ready to hold a drink, book, or plate of snacks. The hot tub was built into the corner of the deck, protected on two sides by the apartment, and on the third by a chest-high, latticed wall with flowers growing on it, giving them privacy. The fourth side was the balcony and the view.

“What an excellent setup,” she said sincerely.

“Yup. We spend a lot of time out here in summer,” said Trevellyan.

“I can see why. It’s the perfect place to relax.”

Merrick had disappeared briefly and returned now with a pile of towels, a string of condoms, and lube. No surprises as to what was in his mind. It was in hers, too.

“Time to get undressed,” said Vaughan, unbuckling his belt and toeing off his shoes.

“Are you quite sure no one with binoculars can see us? I don’t want to find myself on YouTube tomorrow.”

“That’s one thing we’ve checked very carefully. We like our privacy, too. No one can overlook our balcony,” said Merrick.

“That’s good to know,” she said, but she still had a little thrill of anticipation running up and down her spine. She’d never been skinny dipping, and while this wasn’t precisely skinny dipping, it had the same feel of naughtiness to it. Not to mention the fact she was alone with three men. Three large, broad-shouldered, strong, and muscular men. And about to be naked with them all. Oh yeah. Time to say good-bye to the good girl in her and embrace her inner wicked wanton!

Evelyn watched Vaughan undress. She was almost certain he was trying to attract her attention as he wiggled his hips when slipping his jeans down his long, muscular legs. Then he turned his back to her before she got more than a brief look at his package. He stripped his sweater and T-shirt off quickly, dropping them onto a chaise longue with his jeans, and still with his back to her, took off his socks.

Then, with a naughty grin that proved he wanted her to watch him, he put a hand on either side of his boxers and slowly rotated his hips, turning slightly toward her, gradually lowering the boxers, a fraction of an inch at a time, until the head of his cock peeped over the waistband of his underwear. Vaughan’s gaze was fixed to her face as he freed his cock, letting his boxers drop to the deck while he stroked his cock. It was long and thick, the head already darkening with his need. But was the show just for her, or was it for the other men as well?

Merrick groaned and rubbed his hand over his cock through his pants. Then he turned and undressed so fast Evelyn hardly had time to think.

As Merrick strode over to the hot tub, Evelyn stared at his ass. It was muscular, taut, and hard. It was also almost as tanned as the rest of him. There was only a small paler area. The man obviously didn’t bother to wear a lot of clothing when sunning himself!

Evelyn blinked as Trevellyan appeared in front of her, almost touching her. “Do you need some help getting undressed?” he asked with a huge grin.

“I think I’ll manage,” she replied, gesturing at his own body. He’d taken off his shoes, and socks, and shirt, but although his jeans were unzipped, they were still clinging to his hips.

“Race you?” he suggested.

“No, thank you. I don’t need my clothing ripped.” But she did need to buy some more clothes very, very soon. Not just a pretty skirt now, but also some sexy, new lingerie.

Evelyn stripped out of her clothes quickly and efficiently, placing them on one of the small tables, then turned to the hot tub. All three men were staring at her with lust written plain on their faces. Her body was reasonably trim, thanks to an active lifestyle, but it was by no means perfect. Her nose was a little too big, she thought, and a few inches off her hips would be good, too. Fortunately, none of the men seemed to mind, so that was good.

She walked across to the tub, feeling just the tiniest bit self-conscious, and both Trevellyan and Merrick stretched out their hands to help her climb in.

“Thank you,” she said, climbing over the side, stepping off the seat onto the base, and moving to an empty section of the circular tub.

She sank under the water, glad for the bubbles to hide her body somewhat, but also conflicted because she would have liked a better view of the men’s toned torsos. She smiled at the contrariness of her thoughts.

“What are you thinking?” asked Merrick staring at her.

“Just that I like the bubbles covering me, but I’d rather see you without them,” she replied.

“Oh, can do,” said Vaughan, jumping out of the water with a splash and turning to face her full on. He postured and posed, moving this way and that like a runway model, hiding his cock with his hand one minute, wiggling his hips in a way she was coming to recognize as his trademark in the next, and finally standing with his hands on his hips and his cock thrust out at her.

“Very nice,” she said with a huge grin at his attitude.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“Are you going next?” Trevellyan asked her in a husky tone.

“Oh, I rather think you two should go first. After all, you’re the hosts here.”

Trevellyan and Merrick exchanged glances then stood up, much more quietly than Vaughan and without any splashing, and began moving their bodies together. It didn’t take Evelyn more than a few moments to realize this was a well-rehearsed dance routine they’d done many times before, although likely not naked, in a hot tub!

They rotated slowly, bumping hips then knocking asses, moving slowly and steadily, until they were back where they’d begun. It was an intensely erotic little dance, though without overt sexual moves. No hands on cocks, or lewd gestures, just clever use of body language to hint at more than they were demonstrating.

When they sat down again, she clapped for them and asked, “That was incredible. When did you learn it?”

“About a year ago the company had a talent night, and everyone had to perform an item. I knew right away I was fucked, as I can’t sing, or play the guitar, or recite Shakespeare, or anything,” said Trevellyan.

“Then Vaughan had the idea to ask a stripper he knows to teach him a PG-13 dance. They only had an hour or so together, but Trevellyan caught on fast and was good enough not to disgrace himself on the night,” added Merrick.

“Your stripper also taught you that hip wiggle,” said Evelyn to Vaughan.

“The lady is a smart one indeed. Yes, he did. We can all do the dance, and it’s been damn useful at a couple of weddings we got dragged to as well,” added Vaughan.

“Hell, yes,” confirmed Trevellyan.

“Now it’s your turn,” ordered Merrick.

All right, Mr. Bossy was being true to character. Well, she was feeling very aroused. There was nothing like three naked hunks to get her juices flowing. So she’d give them each a not-quite lap-dance. Although she hadn’t been taught by a stripper, she’d learned it from a video for a bit of fun.

She imagined the soundtrack playing in her head, and began to dance, moving toward first Vaughan, then Trevellyan, then Merrick. As the music intensified in her mind, she stepped back and forth, to the right and left, letting her body sway to the beat only she could hear. She straddled first Merrick, leaning in to his body so her nipples just brushed his chest, then stepped back.

After dancing a little more, she did the same to Trevellyan, and then to Vaughan. Finally, she dropped a light kiss on each muscular chest as she did a last sashay past them, before dropping back into the water in her original place in the tub, shrugging her shoulders and flicking her long hair back off her face.

“Whew! Is it suddenly hot in here?” asked Merrick, fanning his face with one hand.

“Yup,” said Trevellyan.

Vaughan just nodded, running his tongue along his lips in a way that made cream drip from Evelyn’s pussy. For a moment, she almost wished she was wearing panties then decided right now naked was much better. It’d be so easy to slide right over one of those delicious cocks. To be filled to the brim with hot, hard man. But which one? And how exactly would this work. Would one fuck her and the others watch? Would they fuck her in turn? Or, would more than one take her together. She heard of women having two men at once, and after all, there were three places where a cock would go very nicely. But was that what these men did? Maybe it was time for some explanations.

Before she could formulate her questions, Merrick spoke. “When we have a woman, we like to share. All of us in bed together. All of us involved. If you’re not ready for double or triple penetration yet, we’re prepared to wait, as long as we can all touch you and watch.

“I’ve never had more than one man at once, but I’ve had a man and a dildo, and I enjoyed that. If you’re prepared to take things slowly, I’m ready to try all three of you.”

“Thank you.”

“Wonderful.”

“Can we play a little bit now? Just to have a taste of what’s coming soon?” asked Vaughan.

“As long as I get to touch you, too.”

“Ah, sweetheart, you can touch as much as you want. I’d surely like your hand or your mouth on my dick,” said Vaughan, holding out his arms to her.

Evelyn stood again and ran her hand over each set of broad shoulders, sliding it down over strong backs, until she came to Vaughan. Then she sat in front of him, her legs crossed and her hands on her knees.

The other men moved in close to her until she was surrounded by them. They were a formidable group, tall men with muscled arms and legs, broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips in perfect triangles, and, right in front of her eyes, three long, thick cocks that made her mouth water.

She lifted her gaze to their faces, concentrating on their expressions. Vaughan with his brown hair messy where he’d run his hands through it, the gray hidden by the dampness at his hairline, and sparkling, laughing, deep-chocolate eyes. Trevellyan, his brown hair cut short, his eyes a deep-blue, and his face serious, as he watched her checking them all out. And Merrick, the controlling, bossy one, his body deeply tanned, his hair black, and his eyes so dark they could be black, too.

With her hand extended, Evelyn stroked first along an arm of each man, then a thigh. Wiggling a fraction closer, next she traced the line of each man’s jaw. Finally, she did what she’d been longing to do almost from the moment she’d met them. She touched first Trevellyan’s cock, then Vaughan’s, and lastly Merrick’s. In her grip, each one pulsed with life and anticipation. Her body was pulsing with the same anticipation. Quickly, she bent her head and flicked a tongue over Trevellyan’s cockhead while cupping his balls. Reflexively, he opened his legs wider, but she didn’t stop to play. She tasted Merrick and finally Vaughan. There was a bead of pre-cum already in the eye of Vaughan’s cock. He tasted delicious.

Suddenly, she couldn’t wait any longer. She wanted them. All of them. Her belly was clenching with need, her cunt aching with emptiness. Her breasts were full and her nipples hard as diamonds. “I’m ready for the next stage,” she announced.

“Thank God. I think I’d explode if I had to wait any longer,” said Trevellyan, scooping her from the water, and stepping out of the hot tub.

As fast as he moved, Merrick was already ahead of him, flinging a towel around Evelyn and grabbing the condoms and lube off the table. Vaughan snatched the other towels, wrapping one around himself and slinging the others over Trevellyan’s and Merrick’s shoulders. In a few seconds, they were back inside the house and in the bedroom. Evelyn didn’t even have a chance to look at the room before she was placed in the very center of the bed, and three men were leaning over here.

“Are you sure?” asked Merrick.

“Yes.”

“What about triple penetration? Is that too much to ask of you on our first night?” he added.

Evelyn thought quickly. It was rather extreme. Not to mention something she’d never done before, never even considered doing until she met these men. But then again, she didn’t want to choose just one man and have the others missing out, or appearing to be second best. The only way to treat them equally was to fuck them all together. Besides, three men lavishing attention on her at once, how could that be less than wonderful?

“It’s not too much to ask. I want all of you together.”

“Oh yeah!” Vaughan pumped his fist in the air.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” asked Trevellyan rhetorically, sliding onto the bed beside her.

Merrick settled at her feet, lifted her legs up over her own shoulders, and asked, “Have you had anal sex before?”

Even as he spoke, she felt gentle hands teasing her anus. They were slippery, too. Someone had obviously opened the lube already. With Merrick right in front of her, and her legs lifted up, her view was limited, so instead of struggling to look as well as to answer the question, she decided to work it out by their touch.