Power

VIOLET

Tyler has been in a funk ever since Mora, our photographer, left. Ella is sound asleep in her baby swing by the back windows while we enjoy a late lunch. The maternity shoot photos are stunning, making me nostalgic for my pregnancy. I was glowing, but I spent the last few weeks of my pregnancy despising my appearance, all in my head. Instead of savoring the time with Ella inside me, I was consumed with self-loathing for no reason.

I’ve just polished off two steak and cheese wraps with guacamole and sweetcorn that Catherine whipped up for me. I’m sipping on a bottle of cold water when Tyler finally opens up about what’s been bothering him. “Sophie contacted my mother about me seeing her child tomorrow,” he says, his words carefully chosen and steady, as if he’s practiced them. Knowing Tyler, he probably has.

“What did Jerry say about all this?” I ask.

Zach is silent, his gaze fixed on the backyard, and Callum is eating as if it doesn’t affect him. But I know it does. He told me as much the other night they stayed out.

“He said I have to play along because she’s probably trying to find something to use against me. He’s connecting me with the lawyer at his firm who handles this kind of stuff,” Tyler says.

So, other people do this then? Pretend their child is someone else’s to gain what exactly?

The thought unsettles me, but I guess people are capable of more than you’d expect. Henry was…So why wouldn’t someone like Sophie be capable of doing something like this?

“So, what are you going to do?” I ask, swiping half of Zach’s third wrap that he just put down to take a sip of his water.

“I was going to eat that,” he smirks, and I know I’m in for a punishment. It’s almost guaranteed with that one smirk.

“Well, now you’re not,” I say, sticking my tongue out to lighten the mood.

“That’s why I’m talking to you guys. I don’t know what to do,” Tyler interrupts.

I sigh, turning back to Tyler as Zach pulls me toward him. Somehow, he manages to lift me onto the kitchen island and turns me to face him.

He pushes me back so that I’m lying on the counter. I throw my head back to look at Tyler upside down. He’s smirking now.

“You don’t want to go?” I ask.

He shrugs, glancing at Zach, who’s not looking at him but is instead unbuttoning my shorts and sliding them down my hips.

“I don’t see the point. Why bond with a child I won’t have anything to do with after I prove she isn’t mine?” His words make me think about the situation in a way I hadn’t before.

If he bonds with and falls in love with that little girl, it will be a shock and painful when she’s taken away as quickly as she appeared.

“I’ll support you, whatever you decide...” I tell him.

Zach’s mouth finds my clit through my panties, making my breath hitch and fill the kitchen.

“Me too,” Callum says, looking up at me almost laughing.

“I wanted that wrap,” Zach teases, his teeth grazing my clit.

“It was delicious,” I tease back, licking my fingers as if it were still on them.

“So are you,” he says.

My panties are pushed aside as his tongue dives as deep as it can inside me.

“Guess you must be dessert,” he mumbles into my skin.

I’m barely aware of Callum standing up and moving the empty plates into the sink. Then he’s back around the island.

“Well, this reminds me of that time at the apartment...” he murmurs in my ear, kissing my neck.

I reach out, running my hand up the back of his neck and holding onto his hair as he kisses along the top of my breasts.

“Well, that’s not fair, where’s my kitchen encounters at?” Tyler smiles from the other side of my head.

“There’s always now?” My voice is breathy, but he leaves me, standing to undo his slacks. His cock springs out, already hard with need.

“Suck his cock, baby?” Callum whispers in my ear, pulling me further to the side so my head can dangle off the counter and my feet can lay flat on the other side of the island.

Tyler’s right there, and even upside down his cock looks magnificent. I pull him toward me, opening my mouth as Zach’s mouth returns to my labia, his tongue slipping between my lips.

“Fuck,” Tyler swears as he slides down my throat.

At this angle, with my head hanging off the counter, he seems to be able to go deeper. His strokes start slow and torturous. The head of his cock stays at the back of my throat longer than I think I can handle. All my breath-holding training seems to be forgotten. But as his arousal increases, and as Zach flicks his tongue over my clit and shoves two or three fingers inside me until I’m stretched full, his strokes become more urgent as he chases his orgasm.

And just as we’re both about to climax, Zach pulls back, kissing the inside of my right thigh, denying me my pleasure. I swallow everything Tyler has to give before he pulls back, his eyes wide and alarmed on Zach.

“My turn?” Callum moves around him, freeing his cock from his jeans so that it’s bobbing in front of my face.

We repeat everything. This time it’s me sucking Callum and Zach is still licking, sucking, and filling me with his fingers over and over again until we’re both moaning and grunting.

Callum pants just before we’re both about to climax together, but Zach pulls away just as the first spurt of cum lands on my tongue. I groan around Callum’s cock, angry now but not wanting him to be punished for Zach’s actions. I swallow him down, every last drop until his cock stops pulsing.

“My turn?”

“No,” Zach spins me on the countertop, my bare bottom chafing on the cold marble beneath me. “Na-ah, love. You’ve been pushing your boundaries for days. Now it’s time to reap what you sow. And if you’re a good girl and take all of me…I might just let Callum continue,” he says.

“You remember your safe words?” He grips his cock, a bead of precum at the end, which he brushes over my lips.

My tongue shoots out to taste it, so different from the others. His is more husky, like whisky, compared to the salty tang of Callum’s and the sweet-salty taste of Tyler’s. I scoot myself further toward him, my head hanging over the end of the island like I was for the other two.

“Answer me, love?”

“Yes. Yellow and red,” I grab at his hips, my nails digging into his flesh to show him my urgent need for my own orgasm. The quicker his is out of the way, the quicker mine might come.

“If you can’t speak, raise your hand in a tight fist.”

“Okay,” he doesn’t need anything more than that. He’s pushing himself inside my mouth right to the back of my throat, stroking his thumb over my cheek.

“You’ve never looked better than you do with my cock stuffed in your mouth, my little phoenix,” his new nickname brushes over my hearing as I try to move, to get some air. I know I’m not suffocating, but that doesn’t mean my body isn’t panicking. And just when I’m about to raise my hand, he pulls back for me to breathe, and then he pushes back down my throat again. He fucks my mouth like that, slow and torturous for his own pleasure until despite myself I start to build. There’s no other touch than his thumb on my cheek and his cock in my mouth but that doesn’t matter…my body is ready for an orgasm, that has already been denied twice.

“Fuck, she’s dripping,” Callum confirms somewhere behind me.

“She likes being dominated, don’t you love?” Zach sounds happy, elated even.

I try to nod, but I can’t because his cock is so hard and my throat is too full to allow my head to bend.

“I’ll tell you what…if you can outlast me. All three of us will eat that pussy out. Three orgasms, my little phoenix?” He offers.

I want to smirk, to laugh. To tell him I hate his new nickname, but I’m bound speechless because my throat is full of his meaty cock. So I suck harder, swirling my tongue on the sensitive bit of skin under his glans. I dig my tongue into the slit as he pulls back to allow me to breathe.

When my efforts don’t yield the desired results, when he doesn’t climax quickly enough to prevent me from losing control, I decide to try something different. I gently cup his testicles, mimicking a move I’ve seen Tyler use before.

But even that doesn’t do the trick.

Why would it?

This is a man who prides himself on control, even when it comes to his own pleasure. Frustrated, I let my teeth graze his length, venting my disappointment on him. In response, he draws in a sharp breath as my teeth travel up his shaft for the third time.

“You give the best head I’ve ever had,” Zach manages to gasp out. I feel a surge of triumph that I’ve outdone the others in at least one area, though I’m not sure if Callum has ever been in my position. And I’m certainly not going to ask if they don’t volunteer the information.

“I agree. She’s one of a kind,” Callum chimes in.

“I’ve known one other person who’s just as good,” Tyler says, moving so I can see his lean legs in his blue slacks next to Zach’s more muscular ones.

“Who’s that, Ty?” Zach grinds out, sounding like he’s hanging onto his climax by a thread.

“You, baby.” Zach’s arousal intensifies, if that’s even possible, before he releases himself at the back of my throat.

It’s so much that I feel like I might choke, so I swallow instinctively to counteract it. I take in more than either of the other two have given me until all I can taste is the rich, sweet, salty flavor of him.

Damn, I can’t breathe.

“Has she earned her reward yet, master?” Zach pulls back, his arousal already waning. His gaze is fixed on Callum, who’s positioned between my legs.

Even I can’t help but look up at him.

Did he really just say that?

“You know what, Cal? I think she has.”

Oh, thank God.