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Dax disappears down the hallway only to return moments later holding a black necktie. We don’t ever get dressed up but when my mother passed two years ago, we all needed a suit for the funeral. I know that’s where the tie comes from.
“Stand up,” I say to Blair when I finally grasp what Dax is about to do.
Holden takes Blair’s hand and helps her stand while Dax comes around behind her. “The entire day has been a lot for you to process. And you’re feeling overwhelmed. Let us take control and make you feel good.”
Blair’s gaze connects with mine. I haven’t moved from my seat because I’m not sure I can let things progress slowly. I am way too worked up.
“You can stop us anytime you want.” I smile gently. “You are in control.”
She smiles before nodding. Dax places the tie over her eyes and knots it off behind her head. “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable for everyone involved.” He takes her hand and leads her down the hallway to the master bedroom, Holden and mefollowing close behind.
Since we got back, we have been working on perfecting this room for the four of us. We have a custom-made bed, big enough for the four of us, and a walk-in closet that can hold all our things. Once she fully accepts us, we will redo the rest of the rooms in whichever way she chooses. We bought this house with her mind. It won’t be a home until she is living here.
Chapter Eight
Blair
The tie Dax uses to blindfold me is very effective. I can’t see a damn thing. Dax leads me deeper into the house, walking slowly so I have time to adjust along with his movements. I am terrified and excited at the same time. I know what Holden said is the truth, I am overthinking this. And even though I may have given up control to these three men, I know if I say the word, they will stop immediately.
“Stand here,” Dax says as he releases my hand.
None of them speak, and soon I start to feel self-conscious. I can’t see their faces or reactions so I can’t even guess what they are thinking. I almost take off the makeshift blindfold but change my mind the moment I feel fingers skim over my shoulder.
More hands join the first, touching, caressing, and fondling. Someone is busy undoing my cut-off jeans and I’m grateful I chose my pretty lace underwear for today. I know the pale blue color makes my skin look tan. I hear a sharp intake of breath as my panties are bare to them when my shorts hit the ground. The person undressing me must be on his knees as he gently lifts my leg for me to step out of my shorts, kissing my calf before putting my foot down and doing the same with the other side.
Someone lifts my arms above my head as another set of callused hands slowly lift my top over my head, careful not to disturb my blindfold. A finger runs along the lace cup of my bra, teasing first one breast and then the other.
I’m trying to get accustomed to being touched without knowing where the next touch will come from but it’s harder than I thought. I’m trying to guess which hands belong to which man when I feel the clasp of my bra release and my breasts fallfree from their confines.
“Fuck,” Holden rasps lowly in front of me before fondling my breasts.
The calluses on his hands scrape across my nipples and they contract at the sensation. A wanton moan slips from my lips unbidden. It must be the thing to spur them into action. An instant later I find myself flat on my back, the coolness of the bedding cradling my overheated flesh.
A ripping sound rends the air as my lace panties are torn from my body before the wet heat of a mouth descends on my most intimate place. I moan louder, bucking underneath this new onslaught of sensations. I didn’t know anything could feel like this.
“She’s so fucking wet,” Ford moans from between my thighs. “Already on the cusp of her first orgasm.”
A scream leaves me when he sucks hard on my clit and I tumble headlong into the orgasm he already knew was waiting.
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Dax
There has never been a more gorgeous sight. Blair, blindfolded in the center of my bed, her blonde hair splayed over our grey pillows. Watching Ford eat her pussy like a starving man, seeing her go off like a damn rocket is enough to have me unbuttoning my jeans and grabbing my cock. I stroke harshly as I watch her entire body flush the most beautiful shade of pink in the aftermath of her orgasm.
Looking up, I see that Holden also has his cock in hand. We already decided that he is the most levelheaded of us and if it comes down to it today or any other day, he will be the first to enter her. Neither Ford nor I have the finesse or patience to not end up hurting the woman we love.
Ford’s licking takes on a more leisurely pace as Blair comes down from her first orgasm of the night. Caressing my hand down her throat, I lean forward. “You’re a goddamn goddess when you come.”
“Dax,” she mewls, trying to kiss me, but I pull away.
“Do you want to continue?” I need to make sure she is with me—with us—every step of the way.
“Don’t stop,” she begs so sweetly as Ford continues to lap at her pretty little pussy with a smile on his face.
Holden kicks off his jeans and crawls onto the bed beside her. “Your tits are stunning,” he murmurs before taking a nipple into his mouth.
Removing my hand from her throat I push a finger between her lips. “The three of us have dreamed of having you like this for far too many years,” I say as she sucks my finger. “I wish you could see yourself like this, being worshipped by us. You are perfect.”
