Lydia
I dreamt of weird things for the next few nights; Danielle dragging me away from Pat and Jon, a little boy with brilliant blue eyes that ran down a hallway away from me while he giggled, Allie and I going to a nightclub where people couldn’t see me, and scarily vivid end of the world scenarios that left my heart racing. Dr. Auyeung assured me that this was all pretty normal because of the change in my hormones but it didn’t make sleep any easier.
However, things were…quiet around us; Allie came over and spent afternoons with me, she was finally able to meet both of the guys and all three of them got along pretty well, and she and Maritza became an actual couple. It did kind of freak me out in a way, but it wasn’t my place to say anything, so I just tried to be as supportive as possible while maintaining some distance from Mari. We didn’t tell her about the pregnancy either, not right then anyway, because I was still so early in the whole ordeal that I wasn’t out of the immediate red-zone for miscarriage – especially with my abortion earlier in the summer.
But everything else was perfect in our lives; my contract was underway to work with Black Book Publishing, Patrick had brought Jon with him to turn down the job offer, and things in general just became kind of nice for a while. My finger also was on a mend and almost ready to come out of its split so the guys had been nice enough to introduce me to their workout routines; Pat took me running with him in the park, and Jon had shown me how to do leg exercises until I had full control of my hands again. Everything was just a little brighter, I didn’t even freak out when Pat went to Poland again without us.
“You’ll facetime me when you land?” I asked him for the millionth time.
Patrick grinned and brushed his thumbs over my cheeks as he leaned down for a kiss. His lips urged mine open, coaxing me to let his tongue play with my own. “I will send you some snapchats from the plane, I will facetime you when I land, and I’ll make sure I call before bed. Alright with you, kitten?”
I nodded eagerly and held onto him tightly. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he murmured into my hair. “And him too.”
I pulled Pat’s hand away from my back and pressed it to my stomach. “We’ll see you soon.”
He kissed my forehead one last time and pulled away, smiling at me with raw, unbridled excitement. “Be good for me.”
I rolled my eyes and gave him a playful shove towards the gates. Patrick gave my hand one last reassuring squeeze before turning away and lugging his bags to the security check point. I waved to him and waited until he disappeared into the hordes of people before heading back to the car where Jon was waiting.
He’d made a real effort to talk to me about his meeting with Celestyn and Aleksy Junior, apparently even his sisters were more receptive to him when he showed up with the deed to the house. I was absolutely thrilled for him, he deserved to have his family welcome him.
At home, Jon had gotten himself wrapped up with something in his office and wasn’t telling either of us what it was yet. Whatever he was doing, it was keeping him occupied for several hours at a time. For now though, I couldn’t fixate on it, I had other things to do – like get ready for our dinner date since Pat had gotten home today.
I turned in front of the mirror to check my outfit again; the crème coloured, rhinestone wrap dress split apart just above my knees, gathered in little pleats around my waist where my silver belt sat, and spread apart just below my bust to create a plunging neckline. The fact that it had long sleeves and was floor-length was the only saving grace to make it classy enough for dinner. I tucked my hair carefully behind one ear with my bobby pins to make sure people could see the beautiful teardrop sapphire earrings Patrick had brought home for me from Celestyn and gave myself one last spritz of the perfume on the vanity. This is it, I look perfect. Our first dinner with the three of us – I had to look perfect.
With a broad smile, I grabbed my clutch off the bed and went to join the men downstairs. Pat and Jon were talking but the moment the younger man caught sight of me his words faltered and he stared in awe. Jon glanced over his shoulder and froze as I slowly came down the stairs, trying not to fall as my heels sunk into the high pile carpet.
“You look amazing,” Patrick said dreamily, his eyes wandering up and down me.
“Absolutely gorgeous…” Jon whispered appreciatively.
I grinned and did a small twirl when I reached the landing. “You think so? I was hoping you guys would like the dress.”
Patrick reached for my hand and kissed my ring as he looked up at me, my cheeks burned and I couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled up in surprise and excitement. The three of us linked arms and I let them lead us down to the Pullman. It felt like an eternity since I had rode in that car with them, especially all dressed up like this and going out like it was no big deal.
Jon let me sit between them and traced little circles against my thigh while I rested my head on Pat’s shoulder and watched the lights from the street sweep through the dark car. Some pop song played from the speakers and I closed my eyes, getting lost in the male singers sorrow-filled voice.
“Are you tired?” I asked him quietly.
“Mm, a little I guess, but I’m more wired from the caffeine right now,” he replied with a short laugh. “What about you? He told me you were napping in the day again.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I’m just up late most nights talking with my agent and just writing. Sometimes I have to set an alarm for myself to stop.”
Jon shook his head and patted my thigh, I glanced at him from the corner of my eye and smiled to myself. Sometimes I didn’t need to set an alarm, one of them would drag my ass to bed forcefully.
Patrick sighed and rubbed my shoulder as we pulled up to the curb in front of the restaurant under the awning. Pat got out first and held out his hand for me, helping me up onto the damp sidewalk. Jon shut the door behind us and we headed inside while the employees outside held the doors for us.
The interior of the restaurant was more like an opera house; rounded with a stage in the centre where a beautiful dark-skinned black woman in a shimmering gold gown crooned into the microphone. Two staircases flanked the stage, curving up to the second and third floors where people sat in their own private booths watching the singer and enjoying their dinners. The whole room was made up of purples, silvers, and various shades of black from the flooring to the linens to the beautiful plum wall colour. I was gawking at the details, completely in awe, while the men guided me to the silver elevator with the intricately carved metal doors.
We had our own private booth on the second floor directly facing the centre of the circle and giving us a perfect view of the stage. The three of us slid into the one side of the curved booth seat and watched raptly as the woman moved across her platform.
“What do you want to eat?” Patrick asked, his lips brushing my ear.
Goosebumps rose on my skin and I shivered. “Surprise me,” I said with a shrug. “Oh, shit wait – no fish.”
“Because you’re pregnant?” Jon asked without looking up from the menu.
“No, I just don’t like fish that much. I think I can eat fish though, just not sushi.”
“Well, you didn’t like sushi to begin with, so no loss there,” he replied dryly.
“When’s your next appointment?” Patrick asked.
“Dr. Auyeung wants to do a check-up in a month when I’m thirteen weeks, she said we can do the NIPP testing then too.” The non-invasive prenatal paternity test, all I needed to do was get my blood drawn and the guys could do cheek swabs. “You promise me that no one is walking away when we get those results, right?” I demanded sharply.
“I promise,” the men agreed in sync.
Good. I smiled down at my menu and continued chatting about our days until the waiter came to take our orders, Jon ordered for the three of us the man returned a few minutes later with a Sancerre.
Without thinking, I grabbed the glass after he left and took a small sip, enjoying the way the wine fizzed against my tongue.
“Lydia—”
Oh shit. I choked on the drink and slammed it down on the table in surprise, quickly I grabbed a napkin and dried my chin and chest from where the drink dribbled. Fuck, fuck, fuck! How could I have forgotten the number one rule of being pregnant?
Jon laughed and took the glass from out of my reach before replacing it with his water that he hadn’t touched. “See, and you thought we were the ones with drinking problems when you went straight for the wine,” he teased.
“You okay?” Pat asked, rubbing my back. “I think wine is higher up the list than sushi, sweetheart.”
“I make one mistake and neither of you plant to let me live it down,” I muttered petulantly.
“You’re so whiny,” Jon said mostly to himself. “I wonder how I’ll live with that some days but you’re a lot less whiny than you used to be.”
“Gee, I feel really loved right now.”
“I agree with him,” Pat said quickly. “I love you, but sometimes you whine, and I almost never have something on hand to threaten you with when you start up.”
“Wow!” I said loudly. “I can’t believe you just said that with no irony.”
Pat snickered and leaned in to kiss my cheek. “I meant it, I love you, but you know it’s true.”
I mean, yeah, I was probably less whiny when they had paddles or other implements on hand but come on. “Yeah, it sure feels like you love me when you call me whiny and wish that you had something to beat me with.”
Patrick reached for my hand and threaded his fingers through mine. I could feel him watching me and finally turned, letting my eyes meet his warm amber gaze. His thumb moved back and forth over mine while he stared back at me intently. The room faded away and my lips parted, his touch made my hand tingle with little sparks. I loved this man, every time we bickered, every real fight or us getting upset with each other – it just made me love him more for standing up to every single one of my challenges.
“I do, that’s why I’m still here,” he assured me quietly.
I leaned in suddenly, completely overwhelmed with the need to feel his lips on mine again.
The three of us sat there and enjoyed our dinner while taking in the beautiful atmosphere in the room, the singer eventually left the stage for a while and let her band play solo, gifting us with the wonderfully sad song the pianist played for everyone.
The waiter eventually brought our plates up and I ate greedily, suddenly feeling ravenous as we sat there quietly. We took turns feeding each other though, Jon took obvious pleasure in watching me take a bite of the carrot off his fork, almost as much as Patrick doing it to him in return. I couldn’t help laughing and flirting with them as the minutes started to turn to hours, just letting myself get carried away with the fun.
At some point after our plates were cleared and we had enjoyed an oddly erotic dessert where I teased them by sucking melted vanilla ice cream off my fingers, they seized my thighs and pushed me back in the seat, forcing my legs apart and my dress up higher. I was trying to calm my pounding heart while Jon leaned in to lick and suck at the soft spot just below my ear, his free hand exploring my uncovered pussy brazenly.
“Why do I get the feeling you’ve done this before, kitten?” Pat murmured, brushing his hand over my nipples.
Jon nipped at my earlobe and I drew in a shaky breath. “Tell him about it,” he urged. “About our little scene in the office, he’ll like it.”
Patrick tightened his grip on my other thigh and together the men held my legs further apart for Jon’s hand to get a better angle while teasing my pussy. I tipped my head back and squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying not to focus on the way Jon fucked me with two fingers and expertly worked my clit with his thumb. Before I could think of anything to say, Pat grabbed my hand and pulled it to his groin, letting me feel his cock strain against the confines of his pants.
Lolling my head to the side I held his gaze and continued rubbing his pants, focusing the heel of my hand on the rounded head.
“He fingered me at the meeting,” I whispered hoarsely. “In front of everyone, under the desk…”
“Who?” Patrick pushed.
“Mr. Harris.”
There was a sharp bark of laughter from Jon who immediately pushed his fingers as deep as he could, making me squirm in my seat. Patrick smirked and pushed my hand harder against his cock.
“Is that how he got you?” Patrick whispered in my ear, immediately shifting into Dom mode. “He forced his poor, sweet little intern to do that in public and you were wrapped around his cock ever since? Is that what you like?”
I nodded vigorously. “He didn’t ask if he could or if I wanted to,” I answered quickly. “He made me do it.”
Master hummed noncommittally and unzipped his pants while I writhed against the bench seat. “I don’t think he made you do anything,” he replied darkly. “You wanted to, didn’t you, Lydia?”
Ohmigod. How could he call me a slut without actually saying the word? How did they know exactly how far they could go with me and what buttons to push to get me right to the edge? My hand pumped up and down on Master’s cock, keeping me from really focusing on what to say or how to respond.
My eyes rolled back as I got right to the edge of my climax. “I did.”
“What was your favourite part, dove?” Daddy asked, pulling me out of my haze. “Tell us or I’ll stop.”
“W-when you made me give you my panties afterward,” I choked out. With a cry, I grasped the edge of the table.
My Master quickly clamped a hand over my mouth and pressed his lips to my ear. “Be quiet,” he snarled. “I mean it, Lydia, I won’t touch you again for a long time if you make anymore noise. You were quiet enough for your Daddy when he fingered your cunt in front of those employees, you can do it now.”
How? Jon didn’t make me come in front of those people, I didn’t have to see how long I could hold out being quiet because he had just barely gotten me to the edge in the office, not pushed me over it like right now.
“Can we go home?” I pleaded, looking between them. “Please? I’ll be good at home, you know that.”
They looked at each other and Patrick nodded almost imperceptibly. “Where’s your purse?” he asked quickly.
I gestured to the clutch beside him and he grabbed it, suddenly the two of them were dragging me from the booth and trying to keep me steady on my weak knees.
The ride home was a blur, the entire night was a blur. My ass was covered in heart shaped welts courteously of the cut-outs on one paddle that Patrick had bought and decided to break in tonight of all nights. My tits were also covered in little hickeys, and my collar had been left on when the guys dozed off.
I laid between them on the bed, listening to Jon snore softly and Pat mumble something in his sleep, my eyes locked on the ceiling while I smiled to myself. They love me. Did I ever really doubt it though? I glanced between them. No, I answered myself confidently, they always did, it just Jon longer to admit it and it took me longer to say it for both of them. I closed my eyes and let myself focus on the sound of their breathing, trying to match it and fall asleep.
I woke with a sudden jump later that night, hours after we had gone to bed if the clock was any indication, and I immediately knew something was up. The guys weren’t in bed, the warm chest I had cuddled up to three hours ago had been replaced with a firm body pillow that, while much softer than Pat’s scratchy chest hair at the best of times, was not a substitute for me. I sat up and let my eyes adjust to the darkness in the room; their clothes were still on the floor, I could see Jon’s keys on the dresser. If they didn’t leave, where did they go?
It took several minutes for me to realize that the noise I had been hearing, that sounded like white noise and blended into the background, was the shower and light was peeking out from under the bathroom door. What are they doing? I frowned and pushed myself off the bed before tiptoeing to the door. Carefully, I turned the handle and inched the door open. The steam hit me first, followed by the soft, muffled sound of someone moaning. My gaze locked on the shower and my jaw dropped.
Jon had Patrick pressed up against the shower wall; on hand twisted into his hair and the other around the front of the younger man. Steam rolled out of the shower, fogged the mirrors and made my skin damp. My eyes followed the movement of Jon’s arm rhythmically pumping up and down and butterflies swirled low in my belly. They’d kissed in front of me, I’d caught little touches and small signs of affection, not to mention had Jon carelessly go down on both Pat and I while my Master fucked me, but I’d never seen them actually going at it.
I moved slowly into the bathroom, being careful not to make any noise while I watched them together. I ran my fingers along my bottom lip absently and leaned back on the counter, feeling heat spread across my abdomen as Jon got rougher with him. The sound of skin on skin was mostly muffled by the running water but I could see the strength in his grip on Pat’s hips as he pulled him back on his cock. Patrick’s fist was clenched and slammed above his head on the wall, his cheek was also pressed against the tile but he was turned away from me. Jon kissed his shoulder and I watched as he bit him after, heat spread across my abdomen, tempting my hand to slip into the front of my shorts. Oh… Was that okay? I mean, was there something wrong with me watching the guys go at each other like there was no place they’d rather be?
I didn’t care; I propped myself up on the counter with my feet on the edge and let my hand slip freely down the front of my shorts while I watched them. My breathing was shallow, my heart raced, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them as Jon manhandled Patrick like he didn’t give a shit. I miss that, I thought dazedly while my finger circled my clit, I miss him doing whatever he could to me. They did that tonight, but it would never be the same; there would never be the taboo element of him being my boss, of him having so much power over me that saying no seemed like a bad idea. Shit, saying no would be a bad idea, but only in the sense that I would’ve missed out on fucking both of them.
I worked my fingers faster as Jon fucked the younger man, trying to time my movements to match his. I leaned back against the mirror and something scraped against the counter. Shit. I turned quickly to see that I had pushed the soap dispenser back further. When I turned back to see them, Jon was watching me. My hand was still in my pants, my shirt worked up over my tits, and I didn’t have anywhere to hide what I was doing.
His face was etched with determination and he didn’t stop his thrusts, a slow smile creeped across his face and he brought one hand up to cock a finger at me, come hither style. My heart felt like it was in my throat as I got off the counter and stripped down and came towards them. Patrick hadn’t noticed me, he was still preoccupied with Jon’s cock in his ass. When was the last time they did that to me? Poland? Was it weird to say that I missed them taking turns fucking my ass for a punishment?
I didn’t have time to think about it; Jon pulled Pat back against his chest, growling something in his ear as he pulled him further away from the shower wall and kept him from looking in my direction. As quietly as I could, I slipped between Patrick and the wall and slid down to my knees in front of him. His cock bobbed lewdly right in front of my waiting mouth; while he was still distracted, I leaned forward and took him as deep as I could while my hands came up to grasp the base and the other to cup his balls.
The sudden surprised moan that came from him made me smile around his shaft and swirl my tongue along the ridge. Blowjobs were best in the shower, nothing beat the taste of clean skin.
“Oh fuck,” Patrick whispered frantically. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—”
My head bobbed up and down, my hand following close behind, twisting as it went while I listened to him pant and swear and groan. I could hear Jon laugh but he pushed Patrick against the wall again, forcing me back as well.
“Kitten,” Patrick gasped out huskily. “Baby, if you don’t want to swallow—” he broke off with a sharp intake and I pulled off him.
My hand moved faster and I pointed his cock at my chest, giving the tip several kisses while I felt him throb against my palm. With a sharp cry, he came and I giggled to myself as I watched his cum spray across my chest, decorating me in several ropes of it. Patrick moaned and sagged against the wall and I felt Jon pull away from him, glancing over, I could see he was still hard.
I got up quickly and grabbed Jon, kissing him hard and letting my hand now find his cock. I urged him to pick me up and he shook his head, his hand suddenly brushing mine away as he pumped hard and fast.
“Give me a second,” he muttered. When he seemed satisfied he grabbed my ass and lifted me up, letting my legs wrap around his hips. “I’m not trying to give you an infection, baby girl, I just needed to make sure I was cleaned up for you,” he said as he backed me against the tile.
Makes sense. I wasn’t exactly looking to get sick or anything, better safe than sorry. I couldn’t dwell on it though, because less than five seconds later he was in me and fucking me so hard that I knew he was almost there. I cried out and dug my nails into his back, letting my teeth rake across his shoulder while I locked eyes with Patrick behind him, watching me with a devious smirk.
Jon moaned and dug his fingers into my ass cheeks. The position, the feeling of him pressed so hard against me, his cock pounding into my pussy as hard as he could, and the feeling of being watched drove me over the edge with a long drawn out scream. He followed closely behind, his thrusts suddenly becoming jerky and deeper as he tried to fill me with his come.
I closed my eyes and tried to slow my breathing, he eventually set me down and I stood there watching them sleepily as come dripped down my stomach and thighs. Baby or no, they were going to make sure they got the most they could out of me and each other.