Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
AURORA
I ’m lathering my hair for the fourth time in the hopes that this time the orange blossom from the shampoo finally drowns out the lingering smell of burning flesh. When I tip my head back, the shower rains down on my scalp, making it tingle as it pelts me with hot water. As it sluices through my long strands, it sends bubbles down my spine and over the curve of my ass, making me smile as they tickle their way down.
After conditioning my ends, I pull the showerhead down from the cradle. I move it in a slow trail across my shoulders, down my arms, and then across my midriff. The heat helps soothe the tender feeling around the scar tissue where Max stabbed me. The scar has begun to fade from red to silver, but the memories tied to it are still vivid. I can still remember the bite of the knife as it pierced my skin, the glide of the blade through my flesh, and the image of my father’s dead body as I passed out .
I close my eyes tight shut and turn to face the wall, letting the water continue to pummel my skin. I’m so lost to the sensation massaging away my aches and pains that I don’t hear the door open.
“I never thought I would envy a showerhead, but I stand corrected,” Sinclair says as he pulls his henley over his head and steps out of his slacks. His underwear drops to the floor a second later and then he’s stepping into his shower and taking the showerhead from me. I try to protest, but he’s already fiddling with the setting and changing the spray so that it’s more concentrated.
The moment the powerful jet of water travels across my shoulders, I flex and move, leaning into the pressure.
“Keep your hands on the wall while I work out a few knots,” he whispers across the shell of my ear as he brushes my hair over my shoulder, exposing my back. I can’t stop the contented little sigh that drifts out of me at his words, or the noises of pleasure that follow. He uses one hand to massage and caress my skin while the other chases behind it with the delicious pressure of the jets.
It feels like I’m being cleansed of my sins while being convinced to commit a myriad of new ones.
When the stream of water reaches my hip, he pulls me away from the wall and into the hard plains of his chest, moving the shower head around to explore my front. I let my head fall back against him and sink into the glorious heat wandering across my skin.
“Spread your legs, hummingbird.”
My moans devolve into a perpetual whimper when the showerhead travels to the apex of my thighs. Fingertips wander along my hip bone before delving down between my legs. I cry out when the back of his hand blocks the sinful pressure of the water before he drags his fingers back up through my folds and exposes my swollen clit to the merciless pounding of the jets.
“There we go. That’s what you need, isn’t it, colibrì ? You need to come for me,” he purrs.
“She needs to come for both of us,” says an unexpected voice from behind us.
Slowly, without ceasing the water’s assault on my core, Sinclair turns and leans back, exposing me to Benny, who’s naked with one shoulder propped against the doorframe.
I don’t know if it’s their words, the intense focus of Benny’s eyes on my body, or the gentle rotation of Sinclair’s wrist that keeps the water rolling over my clit in small circling motions, but I’m pushed over the edge, shattering from within while Sinclair’s strong arms hold me together. Even though my eyelids slam shut, I see lights floating behind them, swirling in mesmerising patterns. My legs start to shake, and as blissful as the release was, I feel empty and needy.
“Atta girl,” murmurs Sin, his hot breath skittering across my skin and setting off a chain reaction of shivers that flutter through me.
“Oh, I like that one. You can keep that little bit of praise in the rotation,” I whisper between soft pants as I try to catch my breath.
Benny steps into the shower and takes my weight from Sinclair. “Hold her there for a moment,” Sin instructs him.
I snuggle into Benny’s chest as he hooks his finger under my chin and steals a kiss. It’s wanton and eager and holds a promise of so much more to come. As his tongue slips through the seam of my lips, Sinclair’s hands start to roam my body, smothering me in shower gel, then rinsing me clean.
I complain when Benny pulls back and drags me with him out of the shower. Bundling me up in a towel while they rough dry themselves and throw their towels in the hamper. They saunter out of the bathroom and I follow to find a gloriously naked Nico standing at the foot of my bed, cock hard and bobbing gently with every tense of his abdomen.
He’s on me in an instant, sweeping me off my feet and laying me out on the bed. Nico pulls on the hem of the towel, unwrapping me, and I’m flooded with heat when he rewards me with a sexy as fuck smile. He lowers himself beside me and trails a hand along my thigh before gliding his fingers through my wet pussy.
“Aren’t you just the gift that keeps on giving, phoenix?” Nico murmurs against my neck as he nips at the delicate skin below my ear. It sends a flurry of intense pleasure straight to my core when he bites down and sucks in sinful little tugs.
My hips take on a rhythm all of their own as his fingertips tease my entrance. “Please, Nico. I need all of you.” I lean into him, trying to press my lips to his, but he pushes me back and spreads my legs wide.
Towering above me, he plants his hands either side of me on the mattress and takes his time devouring my body with his eyes. I look down where his thick cock hangs heavy, and I groan as he runs his broad tip along my seam, parting my sex.
Without any warning, he slides his cock to my entrance and sinks into me, inch by glorious inch. The stretch is exquisite and I gasp as each barbell breeches my pussy. He’s ruthless with the force of each thrust but makes sure they’re slow and steady. It’s both too much and not enough all at the same time.
“Fuck yes. Oh, my God. Right fucking there,” I scream, my hips bucking involuntarily at the sensation.
I begin to lose the ability to speak as my pleasure reaches new heights. Suddenly, Benny and Sinclair are either side of me, stroking deft fingers across my breasts, and over my peaked nipples .
I’m in a place somewhere beyond bliss and half a moment away from destruction. When Benny’s lips find the nape of my neck and Sinclair’s thumb and forefinger roll my nipple, I come hard, screaming their names and begging for their cum.
“You heard our little queen. Let's give her what she wants,” Benny says with a roguish smile. Nico pulls out of me and I whimper. He encourages me to sit and passes me into Sin’s waiting arms. I catch a sly glance between Nico and Sin, but I’m a little too lost in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss to be able to decipher its exact meaning. I know they have an idea and I know I’ll enjoy it.
“On your back, Benny,” Sinclair says with a tone that brooks no disobedience.
Now this is intriguing. I can see how torn Benny is. He wants to do as he’s told, but he also doesn’t want to disobey his dominant. Nico nods slowly. “Do as you’re told, Bambi. Sin is in control tonight. Same rules apply, you can safeword at any time. Are you happy to obey him?”
Benny’s face lights up with what looks like curiosity, and he struggles to hide the mischievous little smirk that dances over his face.
Sinclair leans in to whisper in my ear. “I think it’s time we gave you exactly what you asked for.”
“My husband’s head on a spike?” I joke, instantly regretting my words and wishing I could take them back.
Sinclair pushes me forward onto my hands and knees on the bed, and without warning, starts peppering sharp smacks over my ass. Never hitting the same spot twice, he ensures that each one is allowed to fully develop from sudden pain to throbbing heat that grows into a delicious burn before retreating to a subtle tingle.
“You will not mention his name when you’re naked and at our mercy. You are ours,” Sin growls before stopping his assault of my undoubtedly flaming red ass to rub his hand across it. “Whether it’s with my hand imprinted on your ass, or the amount of cum we’re about to flood you with, be in no doubt that we’ve staked our claim and you’re no one else's but ours.”
Growly, possessive Sin is my favourite Sin. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he praises and adds one final tap that catches my clit and has me writhing in pleasure. Arms snake around my wrists and pull me towards Benny, who overpowers me with a fierce kiss. Biting on my bottom lip, he forces a cry from my mouth that allows his tongue entry to battle against mine.
Straddling his lean hips, I rock my pelvis, allowing his hard length to glide along my seam and tease the head of his cock with my arousal. Notching him at my entrance one moment, before sliding it to my clit and taking my own pleasure.
Another series of smacks reign down hard on my ass and I know I’m in trouble even before Sinclair opens his mouth.
“Who’s in charge here?”
I hesitate for a moment too long and this time, the other cheek receives the same treatment.
“Who. Is. In. Charge?” Sin’s voice has devolved into a feral, guttural rasp I almost don’t recognise. My pussy is quivering and all I want to do is rub my legs together to achieve any sort of release. That’s when I look up and see Benny’s expression. I’m not the only one affected by a dominant Sinclair. Benny’s pupils are blown, and he’s biting down hard on his bottom lip.
I giggle when we reply to him at the same time. “You are, sir.”
If Benny’s submission throws him, Sinclair doesn’t show it.
Nico lowers himself beside Benny, legs spread and lazily drops his hand to his dick, jerking himself off, squeezing and stroking in a slow rhythm. It’s almost hypnotic. He cups his crown on the way up, palming the drops of pre-cum that well in his slit before dragging them back down his shaft, coating his cock and his piercings as he goes. I can’t help but lick my lips.
I feel myself drifting into a headspace I can’t always achieve. The anticipation of what’s to come building to an ever intensifying thrum that flows through me on a continuous loop. This is the part of subspace I love the most. Right now, I feel like I’m wrapped in a bubble of pleasure, yet fully aware of every new sensation I’m gifted.
Sinclair’s hands seize my hips and pull me down roughly on Benny’s cock. The abruptness only adds to the pleasure when he bottoms out. Benny rolls his hips and I follow his lead, rocking against him, grinding my clit and loving every moment of it.
Sinclair moves behind me until his thighs meet mine and he pushes me forwards till I’m flat against Benny’s chest. I can’t resist peeking over my shoulder and I squeal with shock when I feel cool drops on my tight ring from the lubricant he’s drizzling over his fingers, which is overflowing onto me.
I’m panting and moaning even before the first finger breaches me. He takes his time to prepare me. First one, then two, and finally I cry out in ecstasy when he scissors them gently and Benny moans underneath me as Sin’s fingers glide along the thin wall between them, and rub against his cock in my cunt.
Sin’s fingers ease back, only to be replaced by the head of his cock breaching my tight ring of muscle. The stretch and fullness take me perilously close to the edge. I’m ready to shatter. My pussy clamps down hard around Benny as Sinclair seats himself fully inside me. I’ll never get over how much I enjoy this feeling of fullness.
“So fucking tight,” Benny groans .
“You wait till we train this perfect little pussy for both of us,” Sinclair says.
I can see the moment Benny’s mind short circuits. Sinclair’s words send him barrelling into his release and Sinclair moans as Benny’s cock swells against his.
“Don’t you dare fucking come, Benedict. I have not given you permission to fill that pussy yet,” Sinclair commands, his voice full of gravel and blatant ecstasy.
I look down at Benny and marvel and the sheer amount of effort it’s taking to stave off his orgasm. His back is arched and neck straining with focus and concentration. His mewling desperation is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. He’s nearly ruined. There’s a bit of me that wants to clench around him and push him over the edge. But every time I catch the rise and fall of Nico’s fist in my peripheral vision, it reminds me how much I want his cock in my mouth when they come.
Sinclair’s ragged breathing huffs behind me. “Fuck, that feels so good.” He rocks his hips against my ass and I start begging.
“I’m going to make him come if you carry on like that,” I whine. “I won’t be able to stop myself milking the cum from him.”
“I didn’t give you permission either, so you’re both just going to have to control yourself now, aren’t you,” he says, his voice heavy and sultry. Both Benny and I start begging when he rolls his hips again. Squeezing my eyes tight, I focus on the sensation of my pulse racing, breathing slowly until it starts to slow.
Sinclair winds my hair around his fist and draws me up into him. I arch my back, keeping Benny’s cock buried inside and trying not to react as his head threatens to brush against my G-spot.
“Which one of these little brat's throats are you going to fuck?” The question is filthy and so wholly unexpected from Sinclair that it sends an involuntary shiver running through me. Benny cries out in pleasure when my walls clench, but he seems to have control enough to keep his orgasm at bay.
I drag my nails across his abdomen, petting and praising him and loving the smile it brings to his face.
“Good boy,” Nico says, running a hand through Benny’s hair. “I think I’ll let you tongue fuck me while Sinclair fucks Aurora’s tight little throat onto my cock.” Nico props a pillow under Benny’s head before straddling his face. He’s facing me, the position placing his rock hard cock inches from my now salivating mouth.
Beneath me, Benny’s arms wrap around the top of Nico’s thighs and I watch as he buries his face between them as pure, unadulterated pleasure takes over Nico’s expression when Benny’s tongue starts exploring him. I’m going to have to ask them to educate me on the pleasures of rimming. From the look on Nico’s face, it’s a crying shame I’ve yet to experience it.
Sinclair's grip on my hair tightens, and he pushes me forward, lining me up on the tip of Nico’s weeping dick.
With one hand gripping the base of his cock and the other cradling my throat, Nico gives me my instructions. “Keep your chin up, and open that mouth wide for me.”
With the head of his cock in my mouth, I can only nod and hum an unintelligible ‘uh-huh’.
“Both of you can tap Nico’s thigh if you need to safeword out,” Sinclair reminds us.
Thrusting forward against the back of my thighs, Sin fucks me straight onto Nico’s cock, and as overwhelming as it feels, I’m not worried or scared when it goes further than I expect. I’ve never taken any of them so far into my mouth, but in this position and with Sinclair supporting my head and Nico’s hand keeping my throat angled and open, they’ve somehow bypassed my gag reflex.
I feel the choke of his wide mushroom head as it breeches the back of my mouth, cutting off my air for a moment before a firm hand at my hip pulls me off of Nico’s cock and back onto Benny and Sinclair. Over and over again, I’m pulled onto and pushed off of them and each thrust sends me higher and higher.
There are no words to describe the headspace Sinclair and Nico are dominating me into. It’s heavenly. The orgasm I chased away before is back with a vengeance, pushing me past the sensations I usually feel. It’s barrelling towards me and as much as I try to stave it off, I know I won’t be able to. Desperately trying to avoid punishment, I moan around Nico’s cock, which triggers a strangled cry from him.
“You two are ruining him. Such obedient little whores,” Sinclair practically snarls, never stopping the unforgiving pace. “Come for us.”
His words trigger a domino effect with Benny as the first to fall. Nico and Sinclair come simultaneously and I struggle to swallow the ropes of cum that paint my throat when I shatter. I feel like I’m falling into oblivion and the only thing tethering me to this earth are the hands that stroke along my curves, paired with calm voices and subdued words.
I can barely understand what’s going on around me, but I know I’m happy, safe, and cared for as I’m laid on my side next to Benny. Nico checks on Benny, who’s riding the same wave of post-orgasmic subspace bliss right now. He reaches for a bottle of water from the bedside table and lifts Benny’s head to drink it.
“You nearly came without permission, Bambi. I might need to remind you how you obey a dominant.”
Benny’s half asleep and I giggle when he peeks open one eye and lets out his inner brat. “That’s future Benny’s problem.”
“Is that so?” says Sinclair, returning from the bathroom. He leans over the bed and grasps Benny’s fiery auburn waves, pulling his head back and forcing Benny to lock eyes with him. “If you want to play with me in charge again, you’ll ask permission or you will be punished. And I won’t let you off lightly, cucciolo .”
I’m completely entranced by the energy buzzing between Benny and Sinclair, and I’m not the only one. I squeeze my legs together and moan at the sight of Nico, who’s biting his perfectly puffy bottom lip.
After a long pause where more passes between their eyes than is said out loud, Benny swallows hard and replies. “Yes, sir.”
Sinclair hands a cloth to Nico and they each take their time tending to Benny and me. I smile. As unsexy as this might sometimes feel, it’s a vital part of group activities. When they’re done, I throw a leg over Benny and snuggle in under his arm, laying my head on his chest.
I’m asleep before Nico and Sinclair return, but when I wake, I’m nestled securely between them all. For a moment, I feel like I’m in paradise, only something’s not quite right. Something’s missing. Someone.
I hadn’t meant to stay in Sinclair’s room last night. I was only meant to be taking a quick shower. The longer I lay here staring at the ceiling, the more wrong this feels. Sitting up to look at the clock, I see it’s 3 am and when I lean back against the pillows, Nico stirs beside me. Before I have a chance to open my mouth, he squeezes me tightly and whispers in my ear, “Go to him.”
I can’t stop the tears that well on my lower lashes. I don’t deserve the endless understanding of these men, but I’ll never stop being grateful for having it. Nico wraps an arm around my waist and rolls me on top of him, stealing a quick kiss before setting me on my feet beside the bed.
“Can you remind him that he doesn’t have to play with us to sleep with us, phoenix? We tried to talk to him about it, but I don’t think he was ready to listen,” Nico says.
“I will, but not yet. He’s still struggling at night and I don’t think he’s ready,” I tell him. Nico nods and I hesitate to continue. “He’s… not like you guys. It’s going to take him a while to show that part of himself to anyone.”
“I understand. I know you’ve spoken to Sinclair about some things, but if you ever need to ask about how you can best… take the lead for him, you can ask me. If he’s exploring, you need to take responsibility for his safety. I’m always here if you have questions.”
“You’re far too insightful, Nico.”
“I’m a Dom. It’s my job to know my sub and what they're up to.”
I dip down quickly to kiss his forehead before padding out of the room and going in search of my missing piece. I need Enzo.