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“Come on, bitch. Come for us,” I demand.

“Stop!” Troy groans. “I don’t wanna… oh God!”

Troy goes still as come jets out of his cock and splashes down to the ground. Calder fucks him through the release. I stop and open the hot sauce. When Calder pulls the bloody vegetable out, he spreads his ass to reveal his now gaping asshole. I push the open bottle into his ass to see the contents pour into him, and he instantly starts screaming bloody murder as it burns him. Calder then shoves the cucumber back into his ass but pushes until it disappears. Only then do we step away to clean up the area. We are wearing gloves, so we have made sure not to leave any evidence behind. When we cut him free from the table, he curls up on the kitchen floor screaming and sobbing. I grab him by the hair and pull his head back to look at him.

“If you even think about coming near Eliza again, I will cut your fucking cock off and feed it to you. Don’t fucking test me,” I growl.

Without another word, we leave him there to suffer before walking out. We know there are no cameras or any way to record us being here. Even if he goes to the police, there’s absolutely no proof that we were the ones that did it. Ryan and Eliza will back us up entirely that we were at home and never left.

Calder and I sneak back into the house and tiptoe upstairs to find Ryan in bed with Eliza. Before he can turn, I roll him to his belly and rip his boxers down before forcing my cock into his ass.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans into the mattress. He turns his face, and Calder shoves his cock down his throat to shut him up. Together, we fuck him hard and fast. We give him all of our frustration, knowing that he loves every goddamn second of this. It’s not fair to give this aggression to Eliza, so we know that he would happily take it on. He is usually the one who dominates us, but he loves it when we team up against him like this.

I grunt as I ram into him as hard as I can. Calder is the first to come and Ryan moves up onto his knees so I can shove deeper. Knowing what Calder wants, I move back and make him roll to his back so I can push his legs back and slam back into his ass. Calder leans down and swallows his cock to suck him hard as I rail into his ass. Ryan covers his mouth to keep from crying out. He is so fucking loud when we take him like this, and just the thought of this man whimpering makes me want to blow my load inside him right now.

I have so much pent-up aggression that I force so many orgasms out of Ryan that he is starting to come dry. “Fuck, it hurts,” Ryan grunts.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” I moan. No matter how much I want to come, I can’t keep hurting him. It’s not fair. I pull back, and the man practically fucking tackles me to swallow my cock. I don’t fight for control because he wants me to come just as badly as I want to. He squeezes my balls tightly as he sucks hard, forcing me closer and closer. Finally, I come, and I could fucking cry with how amazing it feels.

“Jesus,” I pant but nearly have a fucking heart attack when I look over and see a grinning Eliza staring at us. She giggles and pulls the covers over her head. We thought she was asleep, but apparently not.

“No, ma’am. No hiding,” I laugh and pull the blanket down.

“Sorry. You three are sexy as fuck,” she giggles.

“Don’t apologize. I’m sorry if we woke you,” I say, kissing her. She rolls onto my chest and lays her head down.

“Where did you go?” she asks quietly.

“To handle Troy,” I say.

“Is he dead?”

“No, but I bet he wishes he was,” Calder laughs. I explain to Eliza and Ryan everything we did and the state we left him in, and the only thing they could do was laugh heartily until tears rolled down their faces.

“I told you, Kitten. He will never hurt you again,” I say. “Let’s all shower and watch a movie, okay?”

“Okay,” Eliza says happily. “I love you, Juli.”

“I love you too, Liza!”

Sixteen

Eliza

One Month Later

Over the last month,I have gone through waves of acceptance with Troy being free. He hasn’t tried to make contact and has returned to his normal life, as have we. I help the guys with training, since they no longer touch the submissives. I am the one they play with to demonstrate, and everyone understands that I am theirs. No one challenges that.

Even though everyone knows now that Calder, Julian, and Ryan are also in a relationship with each other, I am the only one they do public scenes with. They are not comfortable withexhibitionism unless I am the center of attention. At first, I thought maybe they felt shame, but I think they are just so used to it being private that it would feel weird for others to be around. Their relationship is hardly even related to BDSM, much as ours isn’t rooted in that either. We play and in the bedroom, I know my role, but I am always their equal. I still have so much to learn because they still try to explain that just because I am submissive doesn’t mean I am not their equal too, even if I am on my knees for them.

I am constantly on edge about what they did to Troy. He isn’t one to handle wounded pride well, and I am the one he will take that out on. I do well not to put my fear onto them because even when he does react, it’s not their fault. He will never leave me alone so long as he lives. My nightmares are filled with the possibilities of what he might do to me. Every day I am proven wrong when nothing happens.

Today I woke up with a horrific migraine, so I stayed home, and the guys went to the office. A little after lunch, it went away enough for me to go to the office and do a little bit of work. The guys won’t like that I am doing this because they wanted me to rest, but I like it when they spank me, so it’s a win-win situation. I don’t fall behind at work,andI get violent orgasms.

I hear the doorbell, and I am instantly confused. “What the…” I say as I pull up the cameras.

Oh.