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Nicole

Warm and cozy.

Full and good.

So good.

So full…

Wait.

My brain slips as it tries to connect with what’s happening to my body.

Reaching between my legs, I feel a head of thick hair moving, soft lips kissing my inner thighs and a tongue licking me.

“Kerrington.”

His hair is shorter than Landon’s, which is the only way I can tell it’s him. He’s buried beneath the sheets, waking me up in the best of ways.

I swallow, suddenly noticing a slight pressure around my neck. It takes a second to realize I’m in my pretty pink collar. Damn, how hard did I sleep last night?

Kerrington pulls the bedsheets off of us and has the end of my leash wound around his hand. He sits up and pulls the chain, making me rise to meet him.

“Good afternoon, Duchess.”

Words cannot describe how hot this man is. I think I could get used to waking up like this every day. “Hi.”

He jerks my leash, pitching me forward until my mouth collides with his. I push back instinctively because I haven’t brushed my teeth yet. “Wait. Eww. Let me freshen up first.”

“The only thing I’m going to let you do… is come.” He rolls me over so that I’m straddling him. “Climb up here, Duchess.”

Is he serious? “Umm.”

“Sit on my face.”

“Wait. I really need to wash up. I’m still a mess from last night.”

He jerks my chain as if silently scolding me. Correcting me.

My pussy clenches in approval. Oh my god, what is wrong with me?

Kerrington cocks his brow and stares at me, waiting for me to listen. I wonder what he’d do if I disobeyed? “I don’t want to come right now.”

Rejection dances in his eyes, but he quickly hides it. “Duchess, if you don’t do what you’re told, there will be consequences.”

“But I don’t want to come yet. I want to make you come… Daddy .”

Using that honorific has always been a fantasy of mine and I’m so happy Kerrington allows me to call him that. It suits him perfectly .

“Will that make you happy?”

I run my hands up and down his chest. He’s fully clothed, and I’m naked, which seems to be a theme with us lately. “Yes.”

“If it’ll make you happy, then put your mouth on me.”

The way he gives me permission to suck him off turns me on tremendously.

Fumbling with his shorts, I pull them down, loving how his hard dick springs free. Wrapping my hand around it, I pull his skin taut and run my nails up and down his shaft.

His head tips back on my pillow and he sucks in a harsh breath. “That feels amazing.”

Pride swells in my chest because I love pleasing him. I want him to feel good.

With a smirk, he pulls my leash, leading me down to his groin. “Can I come in your mouth?”

“Definitely.” I lick his tip, teasing him. Then I suck him down as far as I can and use my hand to stroke him at the same time. He’s hot on my tongue. Smooth. Fat. My jaw aches after a while, but I like it.

“You’re doing so good, Duchess.” Placing a hand on my head, he guides my pace, and drool drips all over his cock and my hand. “You ready for me, baby?”

“Mm hmm.”

“Don’t stop.” His breaths turn harsher. “Fuuuuck, don’t stop. That’s it. I’m so close, Duchess. Gonna come down that dainty little throat of yours.”

My leash rattles as I suck him off. My pussy is so wet I can feel moisture between my thighs. Kerrington grabs a chunk of my hair and groans with his release. Salty sweetness floods my tastebuds, and I swallow greedily, keeping him in my mouth until he turns flaccid.

I love sucking their dicks when they’re soft like this. There’s no real reason why other than it feels nice and makes my frenzied brain calm down a little.

“Such a good girl,” he says in a ragged tone, running his hand over my head. “Fuuuuck you’re incredible, Duchess.”

“Mmph.”

“Do you like having my cock in your pretty little mouth?”

“Mmm hmm.”

He relaxes and lets me do my thing until I’m ready to release him. Cleaning the corners of my mouth, I make sure to get every drop of his climax while he watches me with a hooded gaze.

The sound of a door closing confuses me.

Landon .

“Well, I see I’ve missed all the fun.” He fake pouts from the doorway.

“We just got started.” Kerrington pitches me forward, so I’m straddling his waist. “Our Duchess wanted to make me come.”

“Very generous of you, sweetheart.” Landon makes his way forward, holding a little black bag from his finger. “But before we continue with breakfast, second breakfast, elevensies, lunch, and so on, I got you something.”

It feels weird accepting a gift from Landon while I can still taste Kerrington’s cum in my mouth. I can’t tell if I feel sexy or disgraceful.

Stop it, Nicole.

“Open it.” Landon hands me the bag.

Biting my bottom lip, I pull out a small velvet box and pop the lid. A pair of stunning sapphire earrings sparkle at me. “They’re gorgeous. But why on earth did you buy me these?”

“If you’re going to be Free Use for us, there needs to be boundaries. We can’t just assume you’re game to be our fucktoy for the entire week.” Landon sits on the edge of the bed and tucks my hair behind my ear. “Wear these when you want to be a toy. Take them off when you want something else.”

“What about what you want?”

Landon and Kerrington exchange a look I can’t decipher.

“This week isn’t about us. It’s about you, baby.” Kerrington runs his hands up and down my thighs.

I climb off him and tuck my legs under my ass at the corner of the bed opposite Landon. “Why?”

“Because it’s what you want,” Landon answers like I’ve asked a stupid question.

“You wanted to be our Duchess for the week. You said you wanted to be…”

“I know what I said!” My heart won’t stop beating in my throat. I feel sick. Clutching the earrings, the urge to chuck them at his head is strong. But I reel in my anger because he doesn’t know what he doesn’t know. Me getting mad that he can’t read my mind is immature and ridiculous. And since I’m not willing to open up and say what’s weighing on my heart, I have to accept that this is all I’m going to get out of them.

A weeklong dickdown and a pair of fucking earrings.

“Thank you,” I say, schooling my tone. With shaky hands, I pull the earrings out and put them on. “How do they look?”

Neither of them answer me quick enough.

Frustrated with myself, I slip off the bed and storm into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

What the fuck is the matter with me? I’m being a bitch. A slut. A greedy little whore. Selfish in a million ways.

Weak .

“Snap out of it, Nicole.” I pat my cheeks and look at my reflection.

Oh. My. God.

My mascara’s got me rocking raccoon energy. The goddamn collar around my neck is mocking me and the leash is dangling like my morals. Right between my tits. Gone are my curves and soft belly. I’ve got more ribs poking out than a motherfucking BBQ contest, and my skin is pale and horrid.

How could Landon and Kerrington be attracted to me?

Easy. They’re not. They’re just appeasing me because I’m a hole to fuck. An easy lay.

A desperate, shameful cunt who needs a fix and they’re more than happy to fill the roles.

Tears sting my eyes. I think I’m going to throw up.

I can’t believe I’ve done this. There’s no reason to be mad at anyone but myself here. They’re giving me exactly what I asked for. A week in their beds, as their Duchess.

I bet they felt this same pity for me the night of the gala.

They never showed interest in me before then. Never . Sometimes I’d think I’d catch Kerrington staring at me, but it was easy to dismiss as a delusion. All because I was crazy for him didn’t mean he’s felt the same in return. And Landon? That man would flirt with roadkill. It’s just who he is. Fun, filthy, and carefree to a fault.

Neither of them thinks I’m special. And I’m not some pick-me girl who would try to get them to fall for me.

No matter how many times I’ve fantasized about it.

The morning after the gala, I ran out of their lives and as far as I could get from the fantasy we conjured and didn’t give myself a chance to be weak again. I deleted all the social media apps off my phone and hired someone to post for me instead. Next, I went into damage control at work and home.

My parents have too much control over me and my money. I work my ass off for our family’s corporation and it’s taken a toll on me. Hence the ribcage and bags under my eyes.

And the nervous breakdown I had the night before I packed my bags and headed to Mason and Leah’s.

This is my rock bottom.

Who would have thought it came with a collar and short leash?

And two men who have big dicks and even bigger hearts?

It’s unfair to put them in this position. I should have stayed away. And yet… I’ve gaslighted myself into believing that they want me too. Even if it’s just for the week. I’ve managed to fully convince myself that they’re happy to have me in their bed and at their pleasure mercy.

Fucking Hell. What am I doing?

“Nicole?” Kerrington raps softly on the door. “Can I come in?”

“Just a minute!” Shit. I need to clean myself up. “Give me five more minutes.”

“Take all the time you need, baby.”

Baby . Why does it feel so nice when he calls me baby ?

Goddamnit, this is horrible. I tried to escape Hell and ended up in the seventh circle of it with not one, but two handsome devils.

What would Mason do?

That’s been my motto for years. What would Mason do? He’s got life all figured out and has since college. While I was up there visiting him so I could see his best friends again—

because it sure as shit wasn’t to see him, ew—I grew more and more envious of his bold outlook and give-no-fucks lifestyle.

Shit, the man’s got a billion dollars, is marrying the love of his life—who is an extremely successful camgirl, by the way—and has carved a perfect, new path for himself.

I want that too.

He didn’t care about what people thought. Not even after the press had a field day over our prearranged marriage getting called off or that he was dating a camgirl who doubled as his house cleaner. Now he’s helping her solidify a brand-new business that’s sure to take the sex industry by storm. The Brazen Bunny will make them a gazillion dollars because sex sells, and Mason nor Leah have any shame about their lifestyle.

Must be nice.

God, Leah has no clue how lucky she is to have Mason by her side.

What I wouldn’t give for a piece of that kind of devotion and support.

In my world, men rule, and women need to stay quiet unless they’re told otherwise. The fact that my father put me in a power role at his company didn’t help. I have to be double vicious or else. And the night I had with Kerrington and Landon got out and was posted on social media platforms everywhere.

It must have cost my parents a fortune to have it erased.

My relationship with my mother and father was barely functional before, and now it’s beyond resentful. They’re stuck with a daughter who is a disgrace. I’m stuck with a family who I can never live up to. They don’t care that this life is killing me. They don’t care that I’m miserable.

In fact, I heard my mother and her friends talking about how I did something wrong if Mason would rather marry a camgirl instead of me.

It didn’t matter that he and I never wanted it or that we practically hated each other all our lives because we knew we’d be stuck together. It didn’t matter that he was in love with Leah. It didn’t matter that I have feelings. It didn’t matter that my one night with two men was better than a lifetime with anyone else.

My parents just put me to task, sending me all over the globe for their corporation’s benefit.

They let people call me names under their breath.

They’re ashamed of me. All because I wanted to be happy for one motherfucking night .

With trembling hands, I take out the earrings and pause.

Why… fuck …. Why can’t I just be happy for a little longer? Being their toy means giving them both a gift. I’m a gift. And the exchange between us is even and valid. We’re all getting something great out of this dynamic. Temporarily, yes, but it’s still real.

And it’ll have to be enough to last me forever.

So, I keep the earrings in. I brush my goddamn teeth. I shower and pull on a robe. Then I open the door to face my demons head on.