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I asked them to treat me like a prisoner, because it made accepting that I was stuck here easier for me. And it has. Letting them make the choices. Even down to them picking out what I wear, has taken away all the niggling thoughts that I’m okay with what they did. But this. Having an entire new closet delivered, just because they want me to look and feel beautiful in clothes that are my style, that is the tipping point.
How do you hate men that are that thoughtful?
“Thank you,” I choke out, holding back tears with sheer will and determination.
Nodding, he strides past me, going to my dresser and opening a drawer. Pulling something out, he walks back to me, his eyes locked with mine as he parts my towel and lets it flutter to the floor.
Holding my breath, I wait for him to touch me, knowing that I won’t stop him. But instead, he drops a silk nightshirt over my head. The silky fabric falls like water, and I push my arms through the sleeves, then rub my fingers together feeling how soft it is.
“I don’t care what you wear, but it turns out, I enjoy dressing you almost as much as I think I’ll like stripping you out of your clothes. So, from now on, you’ll wait for me and I’ll help you. Okay?”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Come and get into bed, I’ll brush the tangles from your hair.”
Taking my hand, he leads me into the bedroom, holding back the comforter while I climb in, then getting in behind me, pulling me to sit between his legs while he gently brushes my wet hair.
Dimi strips off his clothes at the end of the bed, not bothering to find a hamper, then sits on my other side, leaving a pouting Vik, to sit on the edge.
Lev insists on drying my wet hair and when he’s finished, someone turns on the TV and instead of moving, I lean back against Lev’s chest, with Dimi beside me, his fingers playing with mine, while we all watch a stupid baking show until we fall asleep.
I wake up to so much pleasure pulsing through my core, that I gasp. I’m lying on my side, my cheek resting on Lev’s arm, my one leg pinned to the bed, the other is curled over a hard thigh, as an equally hard cock pumps into me, in slow, deep thrusts.
“Shhh,” Dimi coos. “Stay still and take what I give you.”
His next thrust hits just the right spot inside of me and I whine. A hand wraps around my throat, squeezing tight enough that my pleasure sounds become silent as he slams into me, fucking me roughly until an orgasm is forced out of me.
Gasping for air, I claw at his hand on my neck, but he doesn’t loosen his hold, fucking me unrelentingly, until I come again. Following me over the edge, he pumps his cum into me in short, sharp thrusts. When his hold on my throat loosens, I suck in air, turning to glare at him, the moment I’m free.
“What the fuck was that?” I snap.
“That was me waking our little cum slut up with a morning gift.” Smirking, he dips his head to press a gentle kiss to my shoulder.
A pang of lust hits my stomach at his words and the degrading, sexy nickname. I wore the nickname slut with a badge of shame my entire childhood, so for them to have made it into an endearment that turns me on rather than humiliates me, is unexpected.
“I was asleep.”
“I know. That sexy little shirt had lifted up and your cunt was begging me to touch it. You parted your legs when I filled you with my fingers, and rolled to your side, opening yourself up and putting yourself in the perfect position for me to slide my cock into your needy hole.”
My stomach twinges again, and I swallow the lusty groan that tries to break free.
“Your cunt was made for my cock, Malishka. You were made to take me, to take all of us and you will, over and over again until you can’t take any more. Stuffing you full of me when you were asleep was the sexiest thing I’ve ever done. And now I’ve felt the way you grip me when you wake up on the verge of an orgasm, I’ll be doing it a lot more. Next time, I might let you sleep the whole way through, so you wake up in the morning, full of my cum, your cunt sore enough to know I’ve used you, and so desperate for relief that you beg for any cock that’s close to you just to sate your need.”
“Dimi,” I pant.
“Some days, I’ll stretch out your ass and then just let your tightness keep my dick warm all night. Then in the morning, I’ll lift you off my cock and sit you straight down onto one of my brothers and they can give you your morning gift.”
“No,” I gasp, unsure why I’m protesting when I can feel my core tightening in anticipation of everything he just described.
“You want that, don’t you? To be passed from cock to cock, receiving a gift from each of us before we start our day. I’ve given you mine this morning, is it Lev’s turn next? Do you want him in your cunt, or your ass? Your cunt is stretched and ready; sloppy with my cum. Lev always wakes up hard, climb onto him and sit on his cock.”
Lifting me, he pulls back the covers and places me onto Lev’s stomach. Just like he said, his pants are tented with his morning wood and I eye it greedily.
Moving closer, Dimi pulls down the waist of Lev’s pants, freeing his cock, and my pussy spasms when he grabs the base of Lev’s dick and holds it for me.
“Sit on it, I want to watch your cunt spread wide as you take him,” he orders.
My movements feel clumsy as I let my orgasm hazed mind direct my body right down onto the head of Lev’s dick.
