Slowly she sat down, glancing down at her hands in her lap.
Clayton sat down next to her, and scooted her chair around to face him.
“Look at me.” He lifted her chin and wiped the tears away.
“I’m sorry, Cecil. I didn’t mean to hurt you. In truth, I forgot all 98
about Francesca when I met the three of you. I’ve been trying to call her for the past two days to cancel our weekend plans. Do you really believe I would spend the weekend with her when I have the three of you?”
“I’ve seen pictures of her, Clayton. She’s beautiful while I’m plain. You’ve only had sex with me once and already you’re too tired to be with me.”
Clayton leaned back, studying her. “You really believe that?”
She nodded. “The only men I’ve been with are you three. I have no experience. Maybe I didn’t please you? I don’t know. I’ve been locked up, remember?” She straightened her shoulders and stared him right in the eyes.
“Stand up, Cecil, and strip,” Clayton ordered.
Glancing behind her, making sure the door was shut, she stood.
“Don’t worry about the door ,” he said. “Worry about what we’re going to do to you for lying to us.”
Cecil shivered at his words and stripped out of the dress she wore, standing before them.
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Chapter Fourteen
Tug was furious as he swiped everything off the kitchen table.
“Lie on the table, Cecil, face up. Now.”
Cecil glanced at the table, then at him.
Clayton stood and placed her on the table. “Lie down,” he snarled.
Lying on the table, Cecil looked up at the ceiling. She shook, but they would finish this tonight. All three of them stared down at her. Tug pushed her legs apart and moved in between her legs, leaning over her.
“You know, the first thing I fell in love with was your eyes.” He leaned down, kissing each eye. “So innocent, but they held so much passion in them.” He smiled. “You have this habit of biting your lip when you’re nervous or scared. All I want to do is suck that lip into my mouth.”
He leaned down, and did just that.
She reached up to touch him, but Rory captured her hands and held them above her head. “No touching. Just listen.” He moved down her neck, kissing and nibbling.
Stopping at her breasts, he licked around her nipples. “Your breasts are full and plenty for our hands. Your nipples are pink and perky, perfect to nibble.” He pulled her nipple ring into his mouth and moaned.
Tug released her nipple and moved down her stomach, stopping to pay homage to the small scars on her belly. “Each mark on your body is a testament to your strength and courage.”
He hooked his leg to the chair behind him and pulled it forward, sitting between her legs. Gently he raised one of her legs, kissing the inner spot behind her knee. “These beautiful long legs are meant to wrap around our hips as we sink our cocks into your pussy.”
Little cries escaped from her throat as Clayton kissed her lips softly. “I loved watching these ruby lips surround Rory and Tug’s cock. I can’t wait till I can push my cock in between them.”
Rory sat down on her left side and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Nipping it, she raised her hips, her body trembling on the table as all three of them slowly teased her.
“Hmm, I think I’ll shave you tonight.” He pushed his fingers through her dark blond curls covering her pussy. “The thought of my tongue sliding on your bare lips makes my cock so hard.” Tug licked up one side of her pussy lips and closed his eyes, inhaling her unique scent.
“You smell of honeysuckle,” he murmured, separating her lips and licking around her clit. “Your little clit is so hard and pink. I think it needs a ring to match your breasts.” Tug sucked her clit into his mouth hard. She 100
jumped, but he held her down as her body quaked, the small orgasm creating the juice he wanted to taste. Releasing her clit, he fucked her with his tongue, rubbing her clit with his nose.
“Tuuuug.” Cecil moaned.
“Hush, Cecil. We’re showing you how much we want only you,”
Clayton murmured as he stood and undid his pants, guiding his cock to her mouth. “Suck me, Cecil. Take me into that warm mouth.” He gently turned his head towards Tug and pushed his cock into her mouth. “That’s it, baby.
Oh, you feel so good, warm and tight.”
Rory lifted one of her hands and kissed her fingers. “Such small, dainty hands, but perfect for holding my cock.” He stood unzipping his pants, placing her hand around his cock. “Play with me, Cecil.”
Putting two fingers into her pussy, Tug stood, releasing his cock.
He was ready to explode with need. It had just about killed him to say no to her little invitation earlier. The hurt flashed so fast into her eyes, he almost had her on the dining room table.
Clayton glanced at him and he nodded. All three of them pulled away from her and stared down at her. She blinked, focusing once more on her surroundings. “Turn onto your stomach, Cecil, with your legs dangling from the table.” Tug ordered.
Cecil slowly rose and scooted to the end of the table, rolling onto her stomach, her legs barely touching the floor. He stepped forward and pushed her further up the table.
Clayton grabbed her hands above her head. “Before we go any further, you have a punishment coming to you, Cecil. You’ve lied to us and you did something we told you not to. You will take ten swats to each butt check tonight and we will forget this ever happened.” Clayton leaned down, gazing into her face.
“But I said I was sorry.” She tried to pull out of his grasp, but he held her still.
“Hold still, Cecil. We’re very proud you had the courage to tell us the truth. That’s why the punishment is not as severe as it would have been if you had waited.”
“You didn’t tell me about Francesca and Tug didn’t tell me about his presentation. That’s not fair.”
“Enough. It’s time.” Tug ordered, and spanked her butt, avoiding her legs, which swung back, trying to get away. He ground his teeth and delivered the last slaps to her red ass.
Clayton released her hands and Tug helped her stand, turning her around to face him. He lifted her chin and cupped her cheek. “I’m sorry if my doing the presentation is upsetting to you. I set this up two months ago, 101
Cecil. I’m part owner of the club and headmaster there. It is expected of me to do this. In time, maybe you’ll understand, but until then, I will lie low on the presentations until you are ready to participate in them. And, Cecil, you will participate in them. I can’t wait to see you on the Saint Andrew’s cross, all strapped up there at our mercy while everyone watches you. But for tomorrow, I’ll move the demonstration to a private room so it won’t interfere with the dance.”
Cecil nodded and he picked up her dress, slipping it over her head.
“Go take your bath, Cecil. We’ll be up in a few.” He pushed her towards the door and sighed as she left. Tug tucked in his cock, wincing. They had gotten her off, but they would wait until tomorrow night to take her for themselves.
“She still isn’t going to believe us.” Rory moaned, sitting down.
“Hell, I wouldn’t believe me either, especially after all she’s found out. Then there’s the fact she’s never been with anyone but us and she’s feeling insecure,” Rory said.
“But if we took her now, it would be just a hard quick fuck, Rory.
I want our next time with her as romantic as we can give her. Then we can go for the quick hard fuck and prepare her for our world.” Tug leaned back in his chair. “Well, what do you think?” He looked at Clayton.
“You’re right, but she’s going to be hurting tonight, still thinking we don’t want her.” Clayton stood. “Let’s join her in the tub and pamper her tonight. It doesn’t mean we have to make love to her.”
Tug jumped up. “Damn it, Clayton, if I go near her, I’m going to take her so hard and long, she won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
The door to the kitchen slammed open and Jaycee stood there with her hands on her hips. “I’ve heard enough. I wasn’t going to say anything, but I can’t have Cecil go through what I did.” She sighed and glanced up at Remi, who stepped in. He nodded.
“Tug, you weren’t here when my mates decided to take three females one night and leave me alone.” Tears slipped down her face.
“Cecil has been locked up for more than six years. She’s confused and feeling like she’s ugly. If you don’t treat her like a mate should, it’s going to hurt her bad. All she wants is normalcy. If that means she can’t walk tomorrow, she’ll smile, remembering it with fondness, Tug. But if you leave her with nothing tonight, she’ll believe she’s not good enough for you. Especially since you refuse to give up that stupid show. She’ll take it that you rather be with Nancy than her.”
“Okay, Jaycee, you’ve said your peace. Come on, we need to go to our room. You have a punishment coming for creating that link.” Remi pulled her out of the room into Dane’s arms and shut the door.
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He turned, staring at all of them. “I normally don’t step in the way between mates, but Jaycee is right about this. Tug, give someone else the show, because if you do this and not make love to her tonight, you’re going to crush her. It’s your choice, as it was my choice to totally screw up, and I pay each time she sees those women.”
Tug watched as Remi left and he turned to Clayton. “Let’s go.”
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Cecil stood in front of the mirror as the garden Jacuzzi tub filled up. Could she handle her mate demonstrating with someone else? She hadn’t met this Nancy. Was she beautiful like Francesca? Cecil stared at the scars on her face and on her stomach.
She dug in the bag Jaycee and Sheila had given her. “Where is it?
Oh, here it is.” She strolled over to the tub, getting inside and turning off the water, lying back and reading the instructions.
Setting the scar makeup on the tub, she ducked her head under the water and came back up, staring at Tug as he slipped into the tub. He picked her up and placed her on his lap, facing her. “What’s this for?” He glanced at the tube of makeup and frowned. “You don’t need this, Cecil.”
Reaching for it, he handed it to Clayton, who stepped in the tub and lay back on the side of the tub, frowning. “Were you really considering wearing this?”
Cecil rolled her eyes. “Yes. You know, females do wear makeup, and that’s special makeup for scars.” She snatched it out of Clayton’s hands and placed it on the floor. “Is Rory joining us?” Cecil glanced from Clayton to Tug.
“No, he’s giving us some time alone with you since it was us who hurt you.” Tug pulled her closer, kissing her neck. “I don’t want to see that stuff on you tomorrow. It’s fake, Cecil. I want to see the real you, the beautiful person you are.”
Cecil glanced up into his eyes. “But you see, that’s the problem. I don’t know who I am any more. All three of you are strong, you know who you are, but me all I know is how to survive. How am I supposed to compete with women like Francesca or Nancy? How do I hold your interest in me when I don’t even know who
me
is?” She lowered her head onto his chest. “I’m scared I don’t have anything to offer you three. I have a ninth-grade education, no sexual knowledge. I don’t even know who the president is.” Tears streamed down her face, landing on his chest. Her body shook while she held onto Tug.
“Make love to me, Tug. Teach me what you like so I can please you.” Cecil whispered, kissing his chest. Taking a deep breath, she met his dark, heated gaze. “Let
me
do the demonstration with you tomorrow.”
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Clayton moved behind them and kissed her neck. “Our poor little wolf, you’ll find yourself and we’ll be there with you, sharing your experiences.”
Tug cupped her face in his hands. “And we’ll teach you anything you want to learn.” He kissed her lips softly. “No one can take your place in our hearts. Cecil, you’re our mate and we love you. There is no comparison with any woman. All we see is you. Don’t try and change yourself to please us. You’ve already captured us and we’re not going anywhere.”
Reaching around her, Clayton grabbed onto her breasts, squeezing and playing with her while Tug nibbled her lips.
Her body burned for her mates, their gentle caressing driving her higher and higher. One of their strong callused hands gently lifted her up.
Tug’s cock brushed against her soft folds, rubbing until it breached them, sliding into her pussy.
Cecil gazed into Tug’s deep, dark brown eyes. “Put your hands behind my neck, Cecil, and lace your fingers together. Don’t let go.” His voice, strong and controlled, sent a small tremor through her.
Slowly Cecil pushed her hands up his muscular chest, running her fingers through the dark hair and around his neck, latching her fingers behind his neck.
Clayton placed his hand on her back and pushed her forward.
“Relax, Cecil. Let us show you the different pleasures of the body.” He nipped the back of her neck, separating her ass checks, rubbing his cock against her small hole.
“I’ve been waiting to sink my cock into your tight ass.” Clayton pushed the head of his lubed cock past her tight ring, holding her hips still.
“Hurry up, Clayton. I can’t hold still much longer.” Tug grunted, biting down on her nipple.
Pain and pleasure fought for control in her body while her mates touched and slid into her. Clayton’s cock, large and thick, pushed all the way into her ass.
Cecil started to unhook her hands when Tug growled and nipped her breast again. “Don’t move them, Cecil.”
“But…I need…” She laid her forehead on his.
“We know what you need. We’ll take care of you, always.” He licked his mark on her neck as he pulled out, hovering above her clit and rubbing it before he shoved back in. “Your pussy hugs me so tight. I can feel Clayton moving back and forth inside you, his cock rubbing mine through the thin wall. Both of us loving you as you were meant to be loved, Cecil, by only us.”
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His words warmed her heart like nothing else could. Tears filled her eyes and her body trembled as her orgasm rippled through her body.
As she hugged Tug tightly, both of her men slid in and out of her, their orgasms creating another stronger orgasm. “I love you, all three.” She cried letting the tears fall.