Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Do you rent this out?” I asked.
“No, and when you see the loft, you’ll understand why.”
Well, well. My interest was definitely piqued.
David unlocked the door and signaled for me and Ian to go inside. We did, and he closed it behind us.
“Can we go look in the loft?” I asked. The downstairs looked pretty normal—kitchen, dining room, living room with a fireplace, big-screen TV on the wall, forest-green furniture.
“You’re an excited little thing, aren’t you? First, I’d like you both to take off your clothes. When we’re here, I expect you to be naked.”
I dropped my bag and began tugging at my shirt as Ian said, “The whole time? Just walking around naked and you’ll wear clothes?”
I finished removing my shirt. “We’re giving up control, remember? Just let go. It’s peaceful not to have to think about certain things and to know David will take care of us.”
“You sound like Finley.”
“We have a smart friend.” I took off my shoes and socks next. I was unbuttoning my jeans when Ian finally began to undress. As soon as he finished stripping out of his clothes, I saw he was half-hard. Looked like someone was a little more excited about this than they wanted to let on.
“Leave your things down here for now. Kitten, you may take your phone upstairs in case your grandma calls, but leave it on the shelf. Ian, I’d like you to leave yours down here, please.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I pulled my phone from my jeans pocket, blood already rushing to my groin. God, I couldn’t wait to play with them both.
“Yes, Sir,” Ian added.
“Come.” David led us through the living room and up a narrow set of twisting stairs. The upstairs was enclosed by a tall wall, so whoever was below couldn’t see what was in the space. And…holy fuck. Holy motherfucking shit. I definitely wasn’t going to want to go home.
“Do you like it?” David asked me. I was trembling.
“God, yes. We need this at home, all this stuff at home, please, Daddy.”
He chuckled. “So damn eager.”
There was a bed against the far wall. Also a swing, a spanking bench, cabinets that I figured were filled with all kinds of goodies, and who knew what else.
“Stand in front of me, both of you.” We stepped up to David, shoulder to shoulder. I was already hard, my cock tall and standing at attention, Ian’s partly there. “Look at you both. I’m a lucky Daddy, aren’t I?” I hissed when David wrapped a hand around my erection and stroked.
“Yes,” I gritted out, already hungry for whatever he had in store for me.
His other hand went to Ian’s shaft, tugging it to life. “Aren’t I, pup?”
“Fuck…yes, Sir.” Ian’s voice was raspy and breathless, and it made my balls tighten.
“This is what we’re going to do. First, the two of you are going to worship me. Then our little kitten will finally get the cock he’s been dying for, but he gets it from both ends.” David turned to me. “Can you handle it?”
“Yes, God, fuck yesss.” Was he kidding? I lived for it. “I’ll make you both proud.”
“Jesus,” Ian said, and yep, he was hard now, and looking at me with eyes filled with fire.
“But one day soon, pup, it’ll be the other way around. You’re going to lay yourself bare for us, and it will be beautiful.”
“I…yes, Sir,” Ian said, his voice was even rougher than it had been before.
“Now.” David swatted both our asses. “To the bathroom. We’re going to get Jordan’s little hole all ready for us.”
Oh shit. I hadn’t expected that. “Daddy?”
“You can do it. Nothing we haven’t seen before.”
“I can do it,” I confirmed, feeling inspired by his confidence in me.
“Good boy.”
We went into the bathroom, which had only a shower, no tub, but the shower was huge, big enough to fit the three of us. I trembled as David plucked a new enema kit from below the sink. He began to open it as my thoughts spun over what he was about to do to me…in front of Ian. God, I knew we’d all done it, but still, I’d never done it with someone. It likely would have been okay without the enema, but I knew what he was doing—he was seeing how far I would go, if I’d submit this way to them.
“It’s okay, kitten. I promise.” He ran his hand down my back, then turned the shower on. Ian and I stared at each other while David prepared everything.
My face was hot, embarrassment coursing through me, but then Ian said, “It’s okay, Sunshine. I’m here with you.” And that helped, God, did that help calm the storm inside me. I liked being Ian’s sunshine. I liked knowing he was there with me.
“Look at my good boys. Spread your legs for me, Jordan. Ian, can you hold our kitten while I do it? Make sure he knows he’s not alone?”