"That's the last of it," I say to the moving man as he walks by with a tower of boxes.
It's not that I want to move back in with my parents, but I have to think about the baby now.
As much as I love my little house, I can't afford the mortgage on my current wages as a waitress at the local family restaurant.
I hated lying to the older couple who owned the restaurant when they asked about the baby's father.
I told them he died in an accident because I couldn't very well tell them it might be one of three guys I had unprotected sex with at a sex club.
Oh, and that I wouldn't even be able to pick them out of a lineup because I never saw their faces.
The baby picks that moment to give me a hard kick, and I grab my stomach, "Whoa, little girl. I wonder if any of your fathers ever played soccer." It's silly, I know, but that's how I think of them all as her fathers.
"I enjoyed playing soccer as a child." I spin around at the sound of Sir's voice, only to find Wilder, Dexter, and Jameson standing there. It must be the hormones that made me believe I was hearing Sir's voice.
"Mr. Raines, Mr. Kerr, Mr. Sawyer, what are you doing here?" I take a step back at the possessive look in their eyes.
"It's okay, Kitten. We're here for you now."
"Are we really having a little girl, Little One?"
My eyes dart between the faces of Wilder and Jameson as my mind tries to figure out why they sound like Sir and Alpha.
"I can see the wheels turning in your pretty little head. We're sorry we deceived you. I read your diary and shared your private thoughts with Dexter and Jameson." Master, I mean Dexter, coughs, raising an eyebrow at Wilder. "I also replaced your real birth control pills with fake sugar pills that resembled your real pills."
"And the invitation to Club Sin that was your doing?"
"Yes, Kitten, it was. Do you forgive us?"
"You left me. You blocked my number like our time together meant nothing. All the while, you knew that I was your employee. Was it all a sick game to you?"
The tears begin to fall uncontrollably, but I'm not done. "You called me Kitten," I jerk my chin at Wilder, "and you called me Little One."
I jerk my chin at Jameson. "Is that how you still see me?" They each give me a small smile and nod. "What about you?" I snap my gaze to Dexter.
"Am I still only your Pet?"
"No, you were never only my Pet. I needed to keep you at arm's length; otherwise, I knew I would fall for you. But it didn't matter. I still fell for you. We all did. It was my idea to let you go. I thought I knew better, that you deserved better than the three of us. I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?"
Seeing my three Doms in so much agony breaks my heart. What they did was wrong, but I can't fault them for thinking they were doing what was best for me. "I forgive all of you," I say as I'm engulfed in a hug of rigid male bodies. "But," I say, pushing at their chests for a little breathing room. "I might need a little more convincing, let's say, in the form of your cocks inside my body."
"But what about the baby? That can't be good for her." I love the concern Jameson has for our unborn child, but right now, I'm incredibly horny.
"It's fine as long as we don't get too crazy. Plus, this trimester, my hormones are raging, and I'm extremely horny, and my vibrator isn't cutting it." I don't add that I'm having a hard time positioning the vibrator with my pregnant belly in the way.
"Gentlemen, it looks like we need to care for our woman." We all laugh at Wilder's comment. When the laughter dies, I address the one thing we have yet to discuss.
I lean on my tip toes and kiss them on the lips, "I love each of you—even though I didn't know what you looked like, I knew your heart, and that's what I fell in love with."
"I love you too, Kitten."
"I love you, Little One."
"I love you, Sunshine."
"Dexter, you're going with Sunshine as my nickname?" I tease, but deep down, I love it, just like my other two nicknames.
"What? Would you rather I stick with Pet?"
"No." I give him my best fake pout. "As long as I can still call you Master, Sir, and Alpha." I challange.
"It looks like someone needs a spanking." Jameson playfully swatts my ass.
But instead of spending the night making mad, passionate love, as I was sure we were going to, they spent the night kissing my lips, making up for all the time we lost.
Epilogue
Five Months Later
Our baby girl, Samantha, or Sam as I like to call her after her fathers, Sir, Alpha, and Master, is three months old now and spending the weekend with my parents. She's a precious baby, but I need some alone time with my Doms.
Dexter, Wilder, and Jameson have been so worried about me, wanting to make sure my body has fully recovered from childbirth, that our sex lives have been one hundred percent vanilla with a capital V—no ass or mouth penetration until they're sure I can take all three of them at the same time—only vaginal sex. Which isn't terrible, but they haven't even spanked me in so long that I could literally combust the first time I feel one of their hands smack my bare cheek.
They've been so conservative that I was starting to get a little concerned, so I decided to test them. Last night, after the baby had gone to sleep, I began massaging my breasts until they started leaking milk. I watched as my Doms stared hungrily at my naked breasts, dripping milk. Seconds later, they were fighting for position to suck on them.
The guys have started calling me their Little Temptress, unlocking kinks in them they never thought they would be into. Luckily, I have enough milk to supply my baby and my Doms.
Last night, I must have pushed them over the edge because first thing this morning, I was informed the baby was going to my parent's house while we were all going to Club Sin—leading us full circle to where I am now, on my knees, naked in room one hundred and thirteen waiting for my Doms with my blindfold secured over my eyes.
The click of the door handle alerts me to their arrival, and I smile, knowing what's in store for me.
"Tsk, tsk, how long has it been, and our little sub still hasn't learned her place?" Dexter scolds, causing wetness to leak from inside of me and down my thighs. "It's a good thing your husbands know how to take care of a naughty little sub. Gentleman, restrain her on the cross—it's going to be a long night of discipline."
Strong hands pick me up, then tie my arms down, and all I can think of is how lucky I am to have found my happiness thanks to Club Sin.
-The End-